<strong>Rarovan's relationship with <span class="bbc_u">Dawn</span></strong><br/><br/><em>His relationship with this almost "maternal instinct" female was strained at best. He had a hard time telling her no. For the first two or three months it was easy, he could just drown out all the rampart sex she had with that nymph of a sister at any time.. He'd sneak out (and mostly fail) and then excuse himself to go train in the woods, when really he just decided to find solace from the twins everyday hour of "recharging" their energy. Being the only male of the group, he was sadly singled out as being a "prime" candidate for her mana recharge. Dawn once tried to use that as a sort of subtle cue that he should be thinking of the party, and how they'd be more effective if he simply just spent a little of his time helping out.. But for him, a virgin? that just wouldn't do.. Then one night, the girls were utterly insistent.. And he just lost in a game of knives with her sister Stephanie.. That night passed in a blur, but he remembered the incredible feeling it gave him when the years of stored "energy" passed into her. From that moment on, he was physically hooked. He wasn't sure what Dawn did, if she did anything at all, but he found it incredibly hard to resist when she slipped into his tent for "refueling". It went without saying that at the very least, he succumb to his need and did as she asked, once or twice a week.<br/><br/>In battle though such thoughts were of no consequence, and he had a strong distaste of mages in general, but understood their necessity and often she had saved him from the wiles or charms of a monster that may have ensorcelled him. Thus, he protected her with near the same devotion as he would any support role of the party. </em><br/><br/><strong>Rarovan's relationship with <span class="bbc_u"> Stephanie</span></strong><br/><br/><em>It is often said in his village, by most of the men in the fighter's guild "Where there's trouble, there's often women". Stephanie, epitomized that saying. With such long and shapely legs, and that graceful walk that just told all of her prowess... He shivered at the thought of doing battle with her. Add to the fact she was the sister of Dawn, just made it worse for the poor lad. Nevertheless, she beat him in a game of knives (He was certain she cheated, but could never prove it) and he had to do as she asked, and that resulted in the first night with the pair of vixen sisters. He vowed one day he'd challenge her when he was ready, but she always just found some seductive pose and he doubt he could ever follow through with the strike. The girl had him by the balls, often literally. He detested her for it, and yet could acknowledge her finesse in combat. She still was a cheat, and thieves never sat well with him. She seemed different though, as if it was only one side to her personality..</em><br/><br/><strong>Rarovan's relationship with <span class="bbc_u">Amalea</span></strong><br/><br/><em>Rarovan's thoughts towards Amalea is wrought of confusion. Given the way she treats him, she dotes on him like he was some sort of child, as if he didn't put himself in the front of the lines. She helped of course, and he was grateful, but there was this other.. sensation he recieved from her. It utterly baffled him, and no amount of intelligence would ever solve the riddle that was her. <br/><br/>Anytime she was in trouble though, if she ever found herself surrounded, he'd slash and cut his way with such a brutal intensity to save her. He would never let her be harmed in anyway, and would sooner take the blow himself before ever allowing her to come to harm. She was his shield mate, in a way, and one must always protect the one who puts herself on the line for him. There was simply no exception to this rule. To put it bluntly, If he had to truly like any person in this party, he'd go traveling with Amalea in a heartbeat. He had a strong fondness of her, but she, again, was a riddle he could never solve.</em><br/><br/><strong>Rarovan's relationship with <span class="bbc_u">Tamara</span></strong><br/><br/><em>Rarovan's thoughts towards Tamara were always that of awe. She was such a graceful and charming woman. He'd never truly understand how she felt, and always was a sort of enigma to him. He'd tried to say one or two words to her, but he found he could never really come up with something tangible. Her eyes are always what spell-bounded him; What thoughts or what words could he say that would ever truly speak to her heart. He was simply just unable to fathom any words that were so meaningful and profound that might impress such a lady. He simply always thanked her graciously when she cured him, and healed him of any maladies that might have befallen him. He wanted to open up to her, but just simply couldn't.</em><br/><br/><strong>Rarovan's relationship with <span class="bbc_u">Umara</span></strong><br/><br/><em>Ha! To him, people with weapons that shot from a distance were the butt of jokes to him. He always resented that they for the most part could stay in the back and be safe from attacks, whereas he had to stand in the front, protecting them from danger. To him, he found such people appalling, and capable of the worst of crimes. He may find her beautiful, seductive even, but in battle, if she found herself unable to dodge an arrow or a creature had gotten past him and Amalea, and took a blow because of it? Perhaps she should have had a shield. <br/><br/>It wasn't entirely his fault though, he was raised with a prejudice towards those who fought from a distance. Healers may have been an exception, they used their skill to save others, but the fighter's guild had detested those lily-livered daises who poked you from afar with their contraptions. No doubt she could sense his ire twoards her, but perhaps in time, that would change. Perhaps there was an art, an appreciation that he simply just couldn't understand. Would it take Umara to show him that there was bravery in her? </em><br/><br/><strong>Rarovan's relationship with <span class="bbc_u">Catalina</span></strong><br/><br/>A mystery wrapped in a bundle of adorable cuteness. He blushed whenever he saw the girl, but moreso from the fact she reminded him of a female he once knew. The way she acted, made puns, and overall just her existence made him want to run his fingers through her hair and pet her until she purred. Of course the girl he knew from before didn't have cat-ears and a tail! He was also unaware of her.. sexual traits, and had never actually made the mental circuit connections. She was skilled, and could be in your face, just as quickly as she could fire from a distance. Though he adored her like a little sister, there was some way in which she responded to him, her smiles and cat-like affectations didn't meet her eyes. She always seemed nervous about something... He never could place what.<br/><br/><br/>(More to come! and can be adjusted based on the interactions with each person!)