Edgewind (Lunie alt)
Nov 9, 2017 13:04:26 GMT -6
Post by Edgewind on Nov 9, 2017 13:04:26 GMT -6
Name: Shane Edgewind
Class: Rogue
Age: 33
Born in: Lycia - Caelin
Appearance: Shane stands at a somewhat above-average six foot, two inches tall. Somewhat gaunt in the face, his brown eyes are rather sharp and can stand out when he is trying to pass himself off as a dull-witted lowlife. As far as personal grooming is concerned, unless a specific look is needed he wears his lightly wavy espresso hair long, loose, and oftentimes disheveled. It is also unlikely you’d catch him clean-shaven, though he isn’t keen on a full beard either unless it’s to complete a disguise. Typically you’d find varying lengths of stubble on his face.
Slender and fit, Shane usually sports a leather jacket meticulously crafted of animal hides. Ordinarily, you’ll find him outfitted with his jacket along with nonrestrictive and loose clothing. It is nearly impossible to predict what you’ll find him wearing as a disguise however, and he is prone to choosing such articles on the fly.
Personality: Shane fancies himself a charismatic man, though his many less savory dealings has afforded him a fair bit of intimidation as well. Much of what is perceived to be his personality is false though. Shane is withdrawn and aloof when it comes to his true feelings, typically putting on airs to achieve whatever his immediate goal is. It is rare indeed for him to allow anyone past the web of deception to glimpse the truth. Typically he comes off as lighthearted to those he has dealings with and shows utter disinterest to those he doesn’t. The magnanimity of his youth has been replaced by a thinly veiled jadedness that becomes more apparent as he grows further annoyed. Any of this could change at any time. Shane is wanted under one alias in Lycia and in Etruria under two others. He assumes a unique identity in each nation he visits and creates a new one each time he takes on sufficient heat.
History: Growing up in Caelin as a farmer’s son during peaceful times had been remarkably uneventful. At the age of 16, Shane set off to try to find his own place in the world. Earnest but naive, it wasn’t long before he found himself cheated out of all he had in the streets of Ostia in the early days of Hargus’ War. Left without even the means to return home, he was left to beg for scraps of food from the assorted inns until one day the ringleader of a traveling circus took pity on him and brought him on as an errand boy. From that day, Shane stayed with that circus, traveling across Lycia and Etruria from city to city.
Enthralled by the performers, the teen slowly began to emulate the acrobatics they employed. At first, he was clumsy and suffered a series of injuries and humiliations, but in time was able to not only learn the tricks and talents of the trade but even earned a role in the show, taking on the alias ‘Hawkeye.’ These days would later be reminisced upon as the ‘happy’ years of Shane’s life, but it wasn’t to last. The lead acrobat, a thief of considerable skill and also a compulsive but unlucky gambler, had accrued a rather weighty debt. While the rest of the troupe celebrated a highly successful show in Aquleia with a night of heavy drinking, this acrobat had found a wealthy mark and stole away in secret along with Shane to the manor of a wealthy old widower. It was to be an easy job as the old man was to be away for the week for an extravagant hunt. A few choice heirlooms and the debt would be made good with a decent pile of coin to split afterward. It was routine for the seasoned thief and a perfect opportunity to show the aspiring Shane the ropes.
Everything went pretty as you please, until it didn’t. The manor was dark and empty just as expected. However, not long after the two began to uncover valuables to pilfer, torchlight began to illuminate the property. Someone was there. Not just someone. Many people. Guardsmen, to be specific. It had been a setup; this had become too routine. What had begun as a tutorial of how to circumvent locks quickly progressed into a high stakes impromptu lesson on stealth and escape. It didn’t go well. Though Shane was able to slip away with his life, the corpse of his mentor was removed from the estate that night. Unfortunately it wasn’t a clean escape for Shane either. Before the frightened performer could gather the composure to explain what had happened, armed guards moved in on the inebriated circus troupe. It was the perfect storm and conflict erupted. In the carnage, Shane managed to again slip away, though gravely wounded in the process. He didn’t make it too far before collapsing from his wounds and fatigue.
When Shane awoke, he found himself on a small farm in Estrola, a remote Etrurian village far from Aquleia. A middle-aged farmer returning from business in the city had happened upon him on the roads. The man had no news of the fate of his circus family, but Shane later learned that nearly everyone had fought to the bitter end. Only a few survived long enough to grace the dungeons. It filled Shane with profound grief and regret, but the only direction to move was forward. Spending the following weeks assisting with farm chores, the young man planned his next move. The weeks turned to months as Shane became smitten with the daughter of the farmer, a young blonde woman named Evelyn and her with him. Love blossomed rather swiftly between the two. In time, rumors of the ambitions of some crazed ‘Prophet of Elimine’ reached Estrola. Fearing the worst in light of other events that had occurred, Shane decided to cut and run. He urged Evie to come along with him, and though she was reluctant her father urged her to go and live her own life.
Evie was an inexperienced healer who had abandoned formal schooling at the academy when her mother passed away, but her limited skill still proved invaluable as she traveled with Shane. The initial goal had been to return home to Caelin but after many detours due to troop movements, the pair settled in Laus. It wasn’t the most sound of decisions though, and to keep a roof over their heads Shane began taking on mercenary work under the name Ravenblade Lorinthen. Many of the jobs involved culling the local bandit population, and Shane never worked alone. It caused ceaseless worry to Evie, left behind only to tend to the fresh wounds he would return with. There were also less scrupulous jobs of espionage into the affairs of the other territories of Lycia. It was all the same to Shane. Gold was gold, and he didn’t have only his own well-being to look out for. It seemed to work out well enough until he was discovered snooping through private records in Pherae. Narrowly escaping through a second floor window, Shane found his employers in Laus had turned on him as well upon his return. He escaped Laus by shaving his head and posing as a blind beggar until he could slip away with Evie on a carriage bound for Sacae.
Things grew tense between Shane and Evie during this time, especially due to the fact he was never forthcoming with the reason so many people in Lycia were after him. Being diverted away from Bulgar due to hostilities of Bern’s ongoing campaign, instead Shane and Evie found themselves drifting from village to village. Going by the name Sahan Verill, nearly the only work to be had was escorting supply caravans. This went on for years and resulted in many scuffles with not only Bernese forces but eventually Etrurian as well. The arrival of Etruria on the scene quickly spurred Evie into urging Shane to leave Sacae, and news of the complete obliteration of Ostia only compounded things. Being native to Etruria herself, Evie was able to get Shane past the Etrurian front and from there they attempted to make their way back to Estrola, to return her father’s farm.
When at last they reached Estrola, Evie found unfamiliar faces at her old home. Her father had passed from illness during the years she had been away and the farmland had been sold out from under her without her knowledge. There was nothing for it though, by law these newcomers now owned the land. Though they were sympathetic of her plight, in the end all she could do is mourn and leave. With a heavy sense of loss, Evie decided to return to Delfia and further her studies of the healing arts. Shane never felt comfortable there, as rumors of the man known as the Prophet of Elimine swirled through the streets and bars. Things had been steadily souring between Shane and Evie, until one day she proclaimed to him she was pregnant. Everything changed in an instant. She demanded that he find a job. A real job, in her words. On the surface, that is what he did. He told her he did anyway. In truth, he was still taking dangerous mercenary work under the name Nate Felwinter. Searching haunted crypts for forgotten artifacts of power. Acting as a bodyguard for stuffy researchers studying dangerous creatures. He was even taking on jobs from bandits, smuggling goods in and out of Delfia.
Evie had learned to read between the lines with Shane, and it wasn’t long before she called him out on his lies. Things were already rapidly approaching a breaking point when one day Shane discovered Evie in tears. She told him that she had lost the baby. He tried his best to console her, but she vanished the following day. Only a letter remained. It was over. That night, after binge drinking at a local bar, in the heat of an argument Shane started a brawl with a fellow drunk. Fueled by rage of Evie leaving, Shane plunged a dagger into the man’s gut. Barely able to walk straight, it was a miracle that he was able to slip away in the chaos before his crime was discovered. Now wanted in Etruria as ‘Hawkeye’ and ‘Nate Felwinter,’ Shane fled Delfia and Etruria and returned to Lycia once more.
This time under the name Edward Meckanham, he returned to his usual habits. Calling Badon home now, Shane found himself, more often than not, called on for jobs of acquisition. Either stealing or stealing back various items. Documents, jewels, trifles, it was all the same. The years went on. Wars came and passed but Shane was never a soldier. If the wars brought work, that was fine but fighting the wars was the jobs of others. Shane had learned not to bite off more than he could chew. He was, at best, a mercenary and, at worst, a thief and spy or possibly a murderer. He didn’t stick around to find out whether the man lived or died. He never asked. Still, the years continued to pass and little changed in the grand scheme of things. Recently, word reached Shane through the network of what few people he trusted that Evelyn had died in Aquleia. Now, Shane spends more time drinking than worrying about jobs or money.
NPC fight: Alt
PC fight: Alt
Class: Rogue
Age: 33
Born in: Lycia - Caelin
Appearance: Shane stands at a somewhat above-average six foot, two inches tall. Somewhat gaunt in the face, his brown eyes are rather sharp and can stand out when he is trying to pass himself off as a dull-witted lowlife. As far as personal grooming is concerned, unless a specific look is needed he wears his lightly wavy espresso hair long, loose, and oftentimes disheveled. It is also unlikely you’d catch him clean-shaven, though he isn’t keen on a full beard either unless it’s to complete a disguise. Typically you’d find varying lengths of stubble on his face.
Slender and fit, Shane usually sports a leather jacket meticulously crafted of animal hides. Ordinarily, you’ll find him outfitted with his jacket along with nonrestrictive and loose clothing. It is nearly impossible to predict what you’ll find him wearing as a disguise however, and he is prone to choosing such articles on the fly.
Personality: Shane fancies himself a charismatic man, though his many less savory dealings has afforded him a fair bit of intimidation as well. Much of what is perceived to be his personality is false though. Shane is withdrawn and aloof when it comes to his true feelings, typically putting on airs to achieve whatever his immediate goal is. It is rare indeed for him to allow anyone past the web of deception to glimpse the truth. Typically he comes off as lighthearted to those he has dealings with and shows utter disinterest to those he doesn’t. The magnanimity of his youth has been replaced by a thinly veiled jadedness that becomes more apparent as he grows further annoyed. Any of this could change at any time. Shane is wanted under one alias in Lycia and in Etruria under two others. He assumes a unique identity in each nation he visits and creates a new one each time he takes on sufficient heat.
History: Growing up in Caelin as a farmer’s son during peaceful times had been remarkably uneventful. At the age of 16, Shane set off to try to find his own place in the world. Earnest but naive, it wasn’t long before he found himself cheated out of all he had in the streets of Ostia in the early days of Hargus’ War. Left without even the means to return home, he was left to beg for scraps of food from the assorted inns until one day the ringleader of a traveling circus took pity on him and brought him on as an errand boy. From that day, Shane stayed with that circus, traveling across Lycia and Etruria from city to city.
Enthralled by the performers, the teen slowly began to emulate the acrobatics they employed. At first, he was clumsy and suffered a series of injuries and humiliations, but in time was able to not only learn the tricks and talents of the trade but even earned a role in the show, taking on the alias ‘Hawkeye.’ These days would later be reminisced upon as the ‘happy’ years of Shane’s life, but it wasn’t to last. The lead acrobat, a thief of considerable skill and also a compulsive but unlucky gambler, had accrued a rather weighty debt. While the rest of the troupe celebrated a highly successful show in Aquleia with a night of heavy drinking, this acrobat had found a wealthy mark and stole away in secret along with Shane to the manor of a wealthy old widower. It was to be an easy job as the old man was to be away for the week for an extravagant hunt. A few choice heirlooms and the debt would be made good with a decent pile of coin to split afterward. It was routine for the seasoned thief and a perfect opportunity to show the aspiring Shane the ropes.
Everything went pretty as you please, until it didn’t. The manor was dark and empty just as expected. However, not long after the two began to uncover valuables to pilfer, torchlight began to illuminate the property. Someone was there. Not just someone. Many people. Guardsmen, to be specific. It had been a setup; this had become too routine. What had begun as a tutorial of how to circumvent locks quickly progressed into a high stakes impromptu lesson on stealth and escape. It didn’t go well. Though Shane was able to slip away with his life, the corpse of his mentor was removed from the estate that night. Unfortunately it wasn’t a clean escape for Shane either. Before the frightened performer could gather the composure to explain what had happened, armed guards moved in on the inebriated circus troupe. It was the perfect storm and conflict erupted. In the carnage, Shane managed to again slip away, though gravely wounded in the process. He didn’t make it too far before collapsing from his wounds and fatigue.
When Shane awoke, he found himself on a small farm in Estrola, a remote Etrurian village far from Aquleia. A middle-aged farmer returning from business in the city had happened upon him on the roads. The man had no news of the fate of his circus family, but Shane later learned that nearly everyone had fought to the bitter end. Only a few survived long enough to grace the dungeons. It filled Shane with profound grief and regret, but the only direction to move was forward. Spending the following weeks assisting with farm chores, the young man planned his next move. The weeks turned to months as Shane became smitten with the daughter of the farmer, a young blonde woman named Evelyn and her with him. Love blossomed rather swiftly between the two. In time, rumors of the ambitions of some crazed ‘Prophet of Elimine’ reached Estrola. Fearing the worst in light of other events that had occurred, Shane decided to cut and run. He urged Evie to come along with him, and though she was reluctant her father urged her to go and live her own life.
Evie was an inexperienced healer who had abandoned formal schooling at the academy when her mother passed away, but her limited skill still proved invaluable as she traveled with Shane. The initial goal had been to return home to Caelin but after many detours due to troop movements, the pair settled in Laus. It wasn’t the most sound of decisions though, and to keep a roof over their heads Shane began taking on mercenary work under the name Ravenblade Lorinthen. Many of the jobs involved culling the local bandit population, and Shane never worked alone. It caused ceaseless worry to Evie, left behind only to tend to the fresh wounds he would return with. There were also less scrupulous jobs of espionage into the affairs of the other territories of Lycia. It was all the same to Shane. Gold was gold, and he didn’t have only his own well-being to look out for. It seemed to work out well enough until he was discovered snooping through private records in Pherae. Narrowly escaping through a second floor window, Shane found his employers in Laus had turned on him as well upon his return. He escaped Laus by shaving his head and posing as a blind beggar until he could slip away with Evie on a carriage bound for Sacae.
Things grew tense between Shane and Evie during this time, especially due to the fact he was never forthcoming with the reason so many people in Lycia were after him. Being diverted away from Bulgar due to hostilities of Bern’s ongoing campaign, instead Shane and Evie found themselves drifting from village to village. Going by the name Sahan Verill, nearly the only work to be had was escorting supply caravans. This went on for years and resulted in many scuffles with not only Bernese forces but eventually Etrurian as well. The arrival of Etruria on the scene quickly spurred Evie into urging Shane to leave Sacae, and news of the complete obliteration of Ostia only compounded things. Being native to Etruria herself, Evie was able to get Shane past the Etrurian front and from there they attempted to make their way back to Estrola, to return her father’s farm.
When at last they reached Estrola, Evie found unfamiliar faces at her old home. Her father had passed from illness during the years she had been away and the farmland had been sold out from under her without her knowledge. There was nothing for it though, by law these newcomers now owned the land. Though they were sympathetic of her plight, in the end all she could do is mourn and leave. With a heavy sense of loss, Evie decided to return to Delfia and further her studies of the healing arts. Shane never felt comfortable there, as rumors of the man known as the Prophet of Elimine swirled through the streets and bars. Things had been steadily souring between Shane and Evie, until one day she proclaimed to him she was pregnant. Everything changed in an instant. She demanded that he find a job. A real job, in her words. On the surface, that is what he did. He told her he did anyway. In truth, he was still taking dangerous mercenary work under the name Nate Felwinter. Searching haunted crypts for forgotten artifacts of power. Acting as a bodyguard for stuffy researchers studying dangerous creatures. He was even taking on jobs from bandits, smuggling goods in and out of Delfia.
Evie had learned to read between the lines with Shane, and it wasn’t long before she called him out on his lies. Things were already rapidly approaching a breaking point when one day Shane discovered Evie in tears. She told him that she had lost the baby. He tried his best to console her, but she vanished the following day. Only a letter remained. It was over. That night, after binge drinking at a local bar, in the heat of an argument Shane started a brawl with a fellow drunk. Fueled by rage of Evie leaving, Shane plunged a dagger into the man’s gut. Barely able to walk straight, it was a miracle that he was able to slip away in the chaos before his crime was discovered. Now wanted in Etruria as ‘Hawkeye’ and ‘Nate Felwinter,’ Shane fled Delfia and Etruria and returned to Lycia once more.
This time under the name Edward Meckanham, he returned to his usual habits. Calling Badon home now, Shane found himself, more often than not, called on for jobs of acquisition. Either stealing or stealing back various items. Documents, jewels, trifles, it was all the same. The years went on. Wars came and passed but Shane was never a soldier. If the wars brought work, that was fine but fighting the wars was the jobs of others. Shane had learned not to bite off more than he could chew. He was, at best, a mercenary and, at worst, a thief and spy or possibly a murderer. He didn’t stick around to find out whether the man lived or died. He never asked. Still, the years continued to pass and little changed in the grand scheme of things. Recently, word reached Shane through the network of what few people he trusted that Evelyn had died in Aquleia. Now, Shane spends more time drinking than worrying about jobs or money.
NPC fight: Alt
PC fight: Alt
