Salem Kulove
Jun 2, 2013 19:38:10 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 19:38:10 GMT -6
Name: Salem Kulove
Class: Pirate
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 22
Appearance: 5'11'', Large build, Skin is rough and battered from a life time of hard labor. No identifiable scars or markings, slightly brown skin tone.
Clothes: Loose fitting old white shirt tucked into raggedy old brown cloth pants held together with a rope is the attire his is commonly seen in.
Born in: Etruria
Lives in: Western Isles
Story:
Salem grew up on the western outskirts of the Etruria. His father was a logger, as such, Salem followed closely in his shoes. For years it was the same routine, day in day out. Eat cut trees, cut lumber, sleep. Once a week they would load up their wagon and ride into Delfia to trade. While the physical labor his dad and himself did kept him fit, it was when he went with his mother onto the sea to fish. His mother was not a native of Eturia, that much Salem knew. Between her skin tone/ mannerisms/ and beliefs it was clear she was a foreigner, but she would never tell him where despite his inquiries. Salem lived his life with his family like this for many years, almost completely oblivious and out of reach of the happenings of the world. That was, until Kraft took over Etruria.
Shortly after the power shift, Salem noticed that his mother had stopped going fishing as much. And the shipments to Delfia were fewer and farther between. When Salem asked his father what was going on, he simply stated that times were tight. His mother simply stated they had plenty of fish so she did not need to go out as much. With worry Salem kept his mouth shut, knowing his parents were keeping something from him.
A few weeks later his father and himself traveled to Delfia. They found the place rambling with activity of a very different nature. Mages were lining up left and right with a captain from the " Inquisitional Army" barking orders. His father tried to avoid them as much as he could, but Salem noticed that his odd skin tone was getting him some very odd looks from the not just the army, but the the people of the city as well. As they tried to sell their goods Salem watched as the normal buyers looked at him and turned his dad away, and those that didn't, undercut him in price to a insulting amount. They left with little under a 1/3 of what they normally would get that night. They sat in silence the whole way back, Salem intently watching his father as they road back home, trying to read the look of a defeated man.
A week passed. On a cloudy night Salem and his family were falling asleep as the sound of horses suddenly surrounded their cabin. A torch smashed threw the windows, waking the family up only to see the fire quickly spread. Salem grabbed his axe as his dad yelled at him to grab his mother. More torches flew in, cutting off the exit to the front door. In the midst of the confusion and the heat they quickly ran out the back door. His father rushed out the door only to suddenly drop to the ground, an arrow sticking out of his head. With rage Salem rushed outside, fear and anger flooding his mind, his vision turning red as he attacked the assailants. With one swing of his axe the archer crumpled to the ground in a scream of bloody agony. His mother ran past him calling him to follow. His rage subsided for that moment, allowing him to follow her as they ran toward their fishing boat. The sound of horses followed them in the night as the glow from the burning cabin began to fade. Arrows whisked by and landed into the trees.
They broke the tree line and raced across the dock, Salem cutting the rope with his axe as his mother jumped in. With a shove they pushed outward into the ocean. The assailants firing arrows at them as they paddled away. As they pushed outward Salem and his mother could see the burning cabin begin to crumble in the distance. The assailants following them along the shore. It was not until now he recognized them as the Inquisition. His fist clinched tight as he saw them dissapear into the dark. He screamed and yelled, asking why this had happened. His mother only wept, as they drifted off into the night.
The next day his mother explained how she was not only a foreigner, but her and her father were not followers of the St. Elimine or the scriptures. This was public knowledge, and had come to haunt them. His mother began to explain where she was from, and her ideals that her and his father shared. He learned far more of his parents than he ever knew prior. It was this day he really understood why he did love his parents so much. The ideologies and the beliefs and way of life all made more sense. As they traveled to the West Isles from where his mother was from, he began to take these ideas as his own. And they took root as strong as the root of hatred for the Etruria nation had.
Man is free. No god, no government can take that away.
Man is good. Those who treat well, are treated well in return.
Man is equal.
Class: Pirate
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 22
Appearance: 5'11'', Large build, Skin is rough and battered from a life time of hard labor. No identifiable scars or markings, slightly brown skin tone.
Clothes: Loose fitting old white shirt tucked into raggedy old brown cloth pants held together with a rope is the attire his is commonly seen in.
Born in: Etruria
Lives in: Western Isles
Story:
Salem grew up on the western outskirts of the Etruria. His father was a logger, as such, Salem followed closely in his shoes. For years it was the same routine, day in day out. Eat cut trees, cut lumber, sleep. Once a week they would load up their wagon and ride into Delfia to trade. While the physical labor his dad and himself did kept him fit, it was when he went with his mother onto the sea to fish. His mother was not a native of Eturia, that much Salem knew. Between her skin tone/ mannerisms/ and beliefs it was clear she was a foreigner, but she would never tell him where despite his inquiries. Salem lived his life with his family like this for many years, almost completely oblivious and out of reach of the happenings of the world. That was, until Kraft took over Etruria.
Shortly after the power shift, Salem noticed that his mother had stopped going fishing as much. And the shipments to Delfia were fewer and farther between. When Salem asked his father what was going on, he simply stated that times were tight. His mother simply stated they had plenty of fish so she did not need to go out as much. With worry Salem kept his mouth shut, knowing his parents were keeping something from him.
A few weeks later his father and himself traveled to Delfia. They found the place rambling with activity of a very different nature. Mages were lining up left and right with a captain from the " Inquisitional Army" barking orders. His father tried to avoid them as much as he could, but Salem noticed that his odd skin tone was getting him some very odd looks from the not just the army, but the the people of the city as well. As they tried to sell their goods Salem watched as the normal buyers looked at him and turned his dad away, and those that didn't, undercut him in price to a insulting amount. They left with little under a 1/3 of what they normally would get that night. They sat in silence the whole way back, Salem intently watching his father as they road back home, trying to read the look of a defeated man.
A week passed. On a cloudy night Salem and his family were falling asleep as the sound of horses suddenly surrounded their cabin. A torch smashed threw the windows, waking the family up only to see the fire quickly spread. Salem grabbed his axe as his dad yelled at him to grab his mother. More torches flew in, cutting off the exit to the front door. In the midst of the confusion and the heat they quickly ran out the back door. His father rushed out the door only to suddenly drop to the ground, an arrow sticking out of his head. With rage Salem rushed outside, fear and anger flooding his mind, his vision turning red as he attacked the assailants. With one swing of his axe the archer crumpled to the ground in a scream of bloody agony. His mother ran past him calling him to follow. His rage subsided for that moment, allowing him to follow her as they ran toward their fishing boat. The sound of horses followed them in the night as the glow from the burning cabin began to fade. Arrows whisked by and landed into the trees.
They broke the tree line and raced across the dock, Salem cutting the rope with his axe as his mother jumped in. With a shove they pushed outward into the ocean. The assailants firing arrows at them as they paddled away. As they pushed outward Salem and his mother could see the burning cabin begin to crumble in the distance. The assailants following them along the shore. It was not until now he recognized them as the Inquisition. His fist clinched tight as he saw them dissapear into the dark. He screamed and yelled, asking why this had happened. His mother only wept, as they drifted off into the night.
The next day his mother explained how she was not only a foreigner, but her and her father were not followers of the St. Elimine or the scriptures. This was public knowledge, and had come to haunt them. His mother began to explain where she was from, and her ideals that her and his father shared. He learned far more of his parents than he ever knew prior. It was this day he really understood why he did love his parents so much. The ideologies and the beliefs and way of life all made more sense. As they traveled to the West Isles from where his mother was from, he began to take these ideas as his own. And they took root as strong as the root of hatred for the Etruria nation had.
Man is free. No god, no government can take that away.
Man is good. Those who treat well, are treated well in return.
Man is equal.
