Cruentus Necator
Jun 19, 2012 14:03:28 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2012 14:03:28 GMT -6
Name: Cruentus Necator
Class: Thief ---> Assassin
Hair color: Dark teal
Eye color: Blue-gray
Age: 20
Appearance: Cruentus comes off as a slightly awkward individual physically, boasting a somewhat average height of 5’10” but weighing a mere 135 pounds. Frail frame aside, his facial features include an occasionally unruly mass of dark teal (swamp-esque hue) hair, a prominent chin, and a slightly pointed nose. Many call him handsome for these features, although he personally denies such claims.
Clothes: As for attire, Cruentus dresses lightly so as not to hinder his speed. Armor is not of his concern due to his specialty, but he occasionally wears light leather padding over his black tunic, which provides a small medium of protection. His leggings are a steel-gray pigment, since darker colors attract far less attention at night and in dimly lit areas. On occasion, he also uses a detachable hood, which affixes to his clothing via cheap rope. His dark brown boots fit snugly against his lower limbs, and they are quite effective despite being road-worn.
Born in: Ilia, in a modest hamlet.
Affinity: Wind
Personality (optional section, but I deem it necessary): Critical thinking and strategizing comes almost naturally to Cruentus, as he is quite intelligent, well beyond the range of most men his age. His sharp wits and impressive analysis skills aid him well in battle and other pressing situations, and he maintains a cool and calculated persona throughout. He is difficult to irritate, but he is also difficult to associate with. Cruentus is often regarded as an eccentric person, and he is prone to rambling under his breath or saying crucial things in quick succession. In addition, he is not well-versed in the art of seduction, and he is a bit naïve when it comes to romance. He is not accustomed to being fawned over, and instead of seeing a potential fling in such instances, he often dismisses it as unnecessary attention. He also occasionally dabbles in alcohol.
Background/Story: Cruentus was born, as his mother put it, under the northern stars. Indeed, constellations were visible on the night of his birth, and his somewhat mythical mother interpreted such grandeur as a gesture of good luck from the gods.
Cruentus’ family was modest, with only his father, mother, and younger sister, Alesia. They resided in a small, impoverished village in central Ilia, where winter laid waste to the land relentlessly. The family got by on small margins, owing to the fact that Cruentus’ father was an accomplished game hunter, and was gifted with bow and sword alike. He often brought home prey for not only his family, but for the entire village as well.
However, despite his generosity, not all was well. Cruentus’ mother became ill when he was around nine years of age, and many signs and symptoms arose that insinuated imminent passing. His father devoted all of his attention to her, and attempted to nurse her back to health via his hunting endeavors. This strategy worked for a while, although the sickness stayed relatively stagnant, with his mother neither improving nor succumbing further.
Tragedy struck three years later, at age twelve. On an exceptionally snowy evening, Cruentus’ father returned from a hunt bleeding profusely, declaring that he had been gored by an agitated boar before collapsing at the doorstep. Despite the family’s attempts to clean the wound and sedate him, he succumbed to gangrene five days later. This left Cruentus in shambles, and his progressively recovering mother fell ill once again. Worrying that he would lose the full protection of his family, he embarked on a series of short treks to find whatever could be defined as comfort food or drink.
Although he never matched his father’s prowess at hunting, Cruentus gradually realized that he had a predisposition for theft, as he often stole dead game from unattended fire pits and pilfered empty houses of their amenities. What struck him as odd was that he possessed little to no remorse for the burglarized victims, and deduced that it was a result of his father’s death. This chauvinistic attitude reconnoitered his family onto the road to recovery once again.
Over the years, Cruentus continued to illegally provide rations to his family. He stole in moderation so as not to make anyone too suspicious of his intentions. His mother’s health improved once again, and on Cruentus’ eighteenth birthday, a surprising turn of events occurred.
In a state of convalescence, Cruentus’ mother decided to move herself and his sister away from Elibe. When he demanded an explanation, she explained that Elibe held bittersweet memories for the family, namely when Cruentus’ father collapsed in a pool of blood at their doorstep. Cruentus, who was not willing to part with the continent, asserted that he would remain behind and attempt to scratch a living on his own. Though tearful and initially resistant to the settlement, his mother and sister agreed.
A week of riding later, and Cruentus escorted the two family members to their waiting ship, which would take them to a distant continent where a new life could be lived. Before departing, his mother bequeathed him the small slim sword that his father used. He still bore no willingness to accompany them, and bade them farewell at the port, a lingering pang of regret in his soul.
Cruentus now travels as a vagrant, though he is not a beggar. After fleeing Ilia, he traveled through nearby Sacae, and he remains there to this day, still in search of work and a place to settle.
Class: Thief ---> Assassin
Hair color: Dark teal
Eye color: Blue-gray
Age: 20
Appearance: Cruentus comes off as a slightly awkward individual physically, boasting a somewhat average height of 5’10” but weighing a mere 135 pounds. Frail frame aside, his facial features include an occasionally unruly mass of dark teal (swamp-esque hue) hair, a prominent chin, and a slightly pointed nose. Many call him handsome for these features, although he personally denies such claims.
Clothes: As for attire, Cruentus dresses lightly so as not to hinder his speed. Armor is not of his concern due to his specialty, but he occasionally wears light leather padding over his black tunic, which provides a small medium of protection. His leggings are a steel-gray pigment, since darker colors attract far less attention at night and in dimly lit areas. On occasion, he also uses a detachable hood, which affixes to his clothing via cheap rope. His dark brown boots fit snugly against his lower limbs, and they are quite effective despite being road-worn.
Born in: Ilia, in a modest hamlet.
Affinity: Wind
Personality (optional section, but I deem it necessary): Critical thinking and strategizing comes almost naturally to Cruentus, as he is quite intelligent, well beyond the range of most men his age. His sharp wits and impressive analysis skills aid him well in battle and other pressing situations, and he maintains a cool and calculated persona throughout. He is difficult to irritate, but he is also difficult to associate with. Cruentus is often regarded as an eccentric person, and he is prone to rambling under his breath or saying crucial things in quick succession. In addition, he is not well-versed in the art of seduction, and he is a bit naïve when it comes to romance. He is not accustomed to being fawned over, and instead of seeing a potential fling in such instances, he often dismisses it as unnecessary attention. He also occasionally dabbles in alcohol.
Background/Story: Cruentus was born, as his mother put it, under the northern stars. Indeed, constellations were visible on the night of his birth, and his somewhat mythical mother interpreted such grandeur as a gesture of good luck from the gods.
Cruentus’ family was modest, with only his father, mother, and younger sister, Alesia. They resided in a small, impoverished village in central Ilia, where winter laid waste to the land relentlessly. The family got by on small margins, owing to the fact that Cruentus’ father was an accomplished game hunter, and was gifted with bow and sword alike. He often brought home prey for not only his family, but for the entire village as well.
However, despite his generosity, not all was well. Cruentus’ mother became ill when he was around nine years of age, and many signs and symptoms arose that insinuated imminent passing. His father devoted all of his attention to her, and attempted to nurse her back to health via his hunting endeavors. This strategy worked for a while, although the sickness stayed relatively stagnant, with his mother neither improving nor succumbing further.
Tragedy struck three years later, at age twelve. On an exceptionally snowy evening, Cruentus’ father returned from a hunt bleeding profusely, declaring that he had been gored by an agitated boar before collapsing at the doorstep. Despite the family’s attempts to clean the wound and sedate him, he succumbed to gangrene five days later. This left Cruentus in shambles, and his progressively recovering mother fell ill once again. Worrying that he would lose the full protection of his family, he embarked on a series of short treks to find whatever could be defined as comfort food or drink.
Although he never matched his father’s prowess at hunting, Cruentus gradually realized that he had a predisposition for theft, as he often stole dead game from unattended fire pits and pilfered empty houses of their amenities. What struck him as odd was that he possessed little to no remorse for the burglarized victims, and deduced that it was a result of his father’s death. This chauvinistic attitude reconnoitered his family onto the road to recovery once again.
Over the years, Cruentus continued to illegally provide rations to his family. He stole in moderation so as not to make anyone too suspicious of his intentions. His mother’s health improved once again, and on Cruentus’ eighteenth birthday, a surprising turn of events occurred.
In a state of convalescence, Cruentus’ mother decided to move herself and his sister away from Elibe. When he demanded an explanation, she explained that Elibe held bittersweet memories for the family, namely when Cruentus’ father collapsed in a pool of blood at their doorstep. Cruentus, who was not willing to part with the continent, asserted that he would remain behind and attempt to scratch a living on his own. Though tearful and initially resistant to the settlement, his mother and sister agreed.
A week of riding later, and Cruentus escorted the two family members to their waiting ship, which would take them to a distant continent where a new life could be lived. Before departing, his mother bequeathed him the small slim sword that his father used. He still bore no willingness to accompany them, and bade them farewell at the port, a lingering pang of regret in his soul.
Cruentus now travels as a vagrant, though he is not a beggar. After fleeing Ilia, he traveled through nearby Sacae, and he remains there to this day, still in search of work and a place to settle.
