Personality: Zevran is, on the surface at least, an optimist. A pragmatic optimist, but an optimist none the less. Life is short, and shorter still when one is in the business of murder, and it is better to plan enough to keep yourself alive, but roll with what comes as best you can. Doubly so if what comes is a lovely woman or a handsome man. His salacious and blunt nature is partly due to his childhood spent in a whorehouse, and partly due to his understanding that it is far easier to kill someone after you've bedded them. Also: it's plenty of fun, so why not?
While he doesn't discuss his emotions freely, or honestly, he makes no attempts to hide what he is, or spin the fact that he is an assassin any other way. He kills for a living, he enjoys the work, and he sees no harm in being honest and open about that fact. Suspicion and derision is met with wit and flirtation, sometimes sincere but predominantly in the interest of making the other party uncomfortable. Questions are usually met with much the same, and while it is part of who he is, it is also an exaggeration. If he behaves how people expect him to be, plays the sultry fool, no one thinks to ask more or dig deeper, and he'd really rather no one pick too deeply at his past. His exploits in assassination and lovemaking? Of course, those are shared freely without much more than a laugh- but the details of coming up through the Crows, what he endured, he'd rather not discuss, and doesn't. If it cannot be laughed off, mocked, or sidestepped, usually it is ignored.
Easy going by nature, and with a very slanted and admittedly crooked sense of morality, Zevran doesn't judge people based on their less savory choices. Everyone makes them, some are worse than others, odds are he has done worse himself and gotten paid for his trouble- they are not a measure of a man. They are interesting and worth investigating, but a measure? No. Strength is the measure of a man, and it is not always a physical thing. Zevran admires those that are strong enough to survive, those that can endure the strain of life- and if they can laugh at it as he does? He likes them all the more. It is fairly difficult to become someone that he doesn't like; senseless violence or a clumsy double-cross that is made without premeditation or a solid benefit for the double-cross bother him.
If someone stabs him in the back? He will not mind it- well he'd rather remain alive but he can appreciate an artfully executed betrayal. If they stab him in the back without a good reason, plan, or payment, it confounds and irritates him. He believes that every choice should have a purpose, be it for the gain of coin, a bed partner, or power, but without sufficient cause for such efforts, they are mindless. Pointless. Without use. What he does find of use is a clear wit and quick hand- yes he is a killer, but the thrill he finds in his work is more for the hunt. When the hunt is over, the kill should be made quick and clean. He is an assassin, but not a sadist. Death serves a purpose, pain does not. Actions having a point mean a great deal to him as he was always considered to be expendable, whatever he did could be considered futile and that never sat well with him.
It plays a large part in why he wishes to leave the Crows. That and they'd kill him for failing to kill the Warden, but. Ideological differences must count for something, yes?
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While he doesn't discuss his emotions freely, or honestly, he makes no attempts to hide what he is, or spin the fact that he is an assassin any other way. He kills for a living, he enjoys the work, and he sees no harm in being honest and open about that fact. Suspicion and derision is met with wit and flirtation, sometimes sincere but predominantly in the interest of making the other party uncomfortable. Questions are usually met with much the same, and while it is part of who he is, it is also an exaggeration. If he behaves how people expect him to be, plays the sultry fool, no one thinks to ask more or dig deeper, and he'd really rather no one pick too deeply at his past. His exploits in assassination and lovemaking? Of course, those are shared freely without much more than a laugh- but the details of coming up through the Crows, what he endured, he'd rather not discuss, and doesn't. If it cannot be laughed off, mocked, or sidestepped, usually it is ignored.
Easy going by nature, and with a very slanted and admittedly crooked sense of morality, Zevran doesn't judge people based on their less savory choices. Everyone makes them, some are worse than others, odds are he has done worse himself and gotten paid for his trouble- they are not a measure of a man. They are interesting and worth investigating, but a measure? No. Strength is the measure of a man, and it is not always a physical thing. Zevran admires those that are strong enough to survive, those that can endure the strain of life- and if they can laugh at it as he does? He likes them all the more. It is fairly difficult to become someone that he doesn't like; senseless violence or a clumsy double-cross that is made without premeditation or a solid benefit for the double-cross bother him.
If someone stabs him in the back? He will not mind it- well he'd rather remain alive but he can appreciate an artfully executed betrayal. If they stab him in the back without a good reason, plan, or payment, it confounds and irritates him. He believes that every choice should have a purpose, be it for the gain of coin, a bed partner, or power, but without sufficient cause for such efforts, they are mindless. Pointless. Without use. What he does find of use is a clear wit and quick hand- yes he is a killer, but the thrill he finds in his work is more for the hunt. When the hunt is over, the kill should be made quick and clean. He is an assassin, but not a sadist. Death serves a purpose, pain does not. Actions having a point mean a great deal to him as he was always considered to be expendable, whatever he did could be considered futile and that never sat well with him.
It plays a large part in why he wishes to leave the Crows. That and they'd kill him for failing to kill the Warden, but. Ideological differences must count for something, yes?