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| Ambrose51 | Mar 2 2016, 09:22 PM Post #1 |
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![]() Name: Marco Age: 34 History: If asked, Marco would insist he hails from a rich, noble background going back hundreds of years, and that his family was once at the height of power. If asked, he would not be able to tell you what said family's name was, or where they hailed from. But you probably wouldn't ask that, because that would require you to be able to get in a word edgewise. Yes, Marco is a man of many skills, most of them terrible and inadequate, but if there's one thing he's good at, it's talking. He could, and has, talked a man out of the pants he was wearing for nothing but a rock. Nothing special about the rock. Perhaps it was a bit pointy. If asked, he could tell you about all the many conquests he's had, both in business and with women, though he would never go into any specifics. A proper man doesn't brag about his adventures, after all. One adventure he certainly did have, however, was a trip to the south. As south as south goes, in fact. You see, Marco, through no fault of his own, was down on his luck. He'd been cheated and robbed and left penniless, forced to scrounge for scraps. Truly, his parents would be rolling over in their graves, wherever those are. So, he devised a plan. He'd heard through the rumor mill that there was an island far south by the name of Lanuria, from which the golden plant saffron flowed, making all who touched it obscenely rich. And like several men before him, he thought to take a ship there and start harvesting it for trade. If asked, Marco would tell you he came up with the plan all on his own, and that he didn't know others had tried it before. This was true, because Marco is only good at talking. The finer points of planning, such as basic research, escaped him. Thus, he didn't know that other merchants, stronger, braver, more intelligent, had gone before him and died. Neither did the crew of the Black Raven who he convinced to take on the mission. Marco lived to tell this tale. The crew of the Black Raven did not. The ship, you see, crashed on rocks in a storm. One might say they were a bit pointy. Marco, however, luckily managed to survive the crash, through a blessing of the gods. Or a curse, depending on one's viewpoint. He washed up on shore, and was quickly strung up and taken to a nearby village of the local inhabitants, the Lenii. At first he tried speaking to them, but this changed to panic quite quickly when he realized he was dinner. The Lenii, you see, are civilized cannibals. Human flesh isn't meant for lunch time. Luckily, or unluckily, a Chahar, the other, dominant race of the island happened to be passing through this village on the way to the sea, saw Marco's plight, and after a good bit of talking, set Marco free. As it turns out, Marco's fast talking is so good it broke the language barrier. Soon enough, he was accompanying this Chahar lady back to the only city on the island, where through her family's good will, he was admitted to see the ruling council of Eunuchs. And through much talking, pantomime, and nodding at works he couldn't understand, Marco had a new job. To return to the continent, and search out new ports for the Chahar to trade their valued saffron with. Marco, of course, could see the writing on the wall. He wasn't a valued guest so much as a tolerated one. Thus, the best course of action would be to ditch the Chahar as soon as he returned to the mainland! Unfortunately for him, the Chahar weren't stupid, and had sent the very woman that rescued him to accompany him, together with a Lenii guard. If asked, Marco would say that fortune was truly kind to him. While looking over his shoulder at a Lenii axe. Possessions: Marco clutches to his coins quite possessively, and it what he values most in the world. Apart from that, his cane is his most loved possession. He claims it goes all the way back to his great-great grandfather, who was a Count. Close inspection would find that it's only a few years old. ![]() Name: Sarnai of Narangerel (Or Sara) Age: 19 History: All her life, Sara had loved the sea. The capital was a perfectly nice place, and she wanted for little because of her family, yet still, she yearned to see the world. She'd heard from a family friend who had gone abroad once about how vast the ocean was, and how expansive the land beyond it was as well. She wanted to see that. She wanted to see more than her family's estate in the capital, more than the quaint villages of the Lenii, and more than the same patch of ocean. Which is when she stumbled across the man. He'd been captured by the Lenii, to be ritually executed for his provocations as all foreigners who stepped foot on their soil were. She stepped in. She wanted to know, wanted to see, and perhaps this man was her chance for that! She hadn't expected him to be so kind. Though she hadn't been able to understand him initially, even then, she'd been taken by his sincerity. She could just feel that this was an honest man, who could be trusted. It was like a gift from the Goddess herself. She took him back to her family in the capital, and they had chastised her. It was an offense against the Goddess. He could not be trusted. But she was nothing if not rebellious, her family eventually caved into her demands. He went before the council, and to her vindication, they found value in him. She ignored the whispers behind her back. She was certain in her path. Thus, she found herself on a ship to the continent, prepared to fulfill her dreams. All thanks to that man. Possessions: The Chahar are very fond of their clothing, perfumes, and jewelry, and Sara is no exception to this rule. Her style of dress would mark her as rich and exotic, though nothing she owns is actually particularly valuable per se, except for a handful of gemstones she wears in a necklace, and the large ruby that hangs over her forehead. She carries no money, for the Chahar find no value in it. ![]() Name: Maxim Age: 44 History: Maxim was a guard. It was his life. It was all he knew. He'd been guarding this girl since her birth, and would likely guard her until her death, or his. He loved her like a daughter. She was still an idiot. This man, this foreigner, was a blasphemer and a vagrant. He did not even deserve the honorable death of the ritual sacrifice. Better to cut his throat and leave him in a ditch. But, he is a guard. He does not make decisions. He follows orders. Where his charge goes, he will follow. But he will watch this foreigner, and at the slightest hint of betrayal, he will be there, burying his axe in the scum's back. No harm would come to his lady. Possessions: Given his job, he places great value on both the hand axe and sword he carries on his back, which is really closer to a cleaver or machete. The pouches he carries contain various herbs and incense that, according to Lenii tradition, assist in healing and can cure disease. His most standout possessions, however, are the skulls at his belt. They contain great ritual and religious significance to him, and if anyone save his charge were to touch them, they would likely lose the hand. |
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