Post by stoicjackal on Jan 23, 2014 18:26:33 GMT
Name: Sabin Arturo
["Sah-been"] ["Ar-ter-oh"]
Age: 29
Language: Ira, from the tribe of Brittany (before it crumbled against Nijieh Mesa)
Tribe Origin: unknown (was once a conjoined kingdom and was reduced to ruins in the aftermath)
Position: freelance bounty hunter
Allies/Enemies: N/A
Known to be manipulative, stoic, reclusive.
Sabin is well trained in archery, throwing knives and has a piper for poison darts.
When he isn’t chasing down his next paycheck he can be found trading for necessities.
A destitute gambler who owes an enormous debt.
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“Maybe what follows will be an easily avoidable dare.
This is excusable in the bull, since the command is to die,
albeit nobly. But the command for you is to live.
To come out of your querencias and join the action.”
Adelaide had been her name, and she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Somewhere in the past—before his memories had lapsed from his sustained injuries from a steep fall—he could remember their dwelling beneath a hanging tree in a field of gold in the warmest climates ever crossed. Her hair was that of sunshine, skin always aglow. But the babe growing insistently strong every day in her belly wasn’t his, which he could always recall. It was from this regiment he formulated a distrust in women; all of them liars, unworthy enemies. And one day when his dearest bride wasn’t looking? He’d chopped her head off with an ax he kept on the chopping block in front of their house made from his own two hands..
A decade later her words still remained.
The problem with the new world in comparison to restitution of the old was that nothing was free.
Sabin had burned his home to the ground, the ashes scattered to the winds by the time he’d set foot into Erdea.
It had been six long years then but everything was still dreadfully the same.
Thieves, harlots, royals, priests, secret alliances, commoners…
and men like him who were able-bodied to embezzle money for odd jobs no one was capable of doing to get their hands dirty.
His visions are what lead him to scoring profit, and thus his way of life.
While the man seems to be a simpleton of purpose he also enjoys the company of women,
though he never woes them and merely ravages them to exhaustion, and also a bottle of preserved scotch.
He’s killed in cold-blood only once but the urge is always there.
It is ever-present.
Miscellaneous
Activity: Below Average
Trigger:+2 to Quickness
Originally following the voluptuous woman from Nomad Thistle, her head being worth far more than rupees or shackles of silver, an alternate course of direction was mandated. Something that left a desiring man unable to focus his mind on lusting for anything more.
His visions were of no consequence, nearly accurate in their every occurrence, and it was apparent to the stonewalled mercenary that this blond girl in his dreams no longer travelled alone. He knew not the relation or value of this beauty but that her capture meant great fortune; whereby turning her over to the Norvosio for profit or adhere his thirst for more when it was discovered who she was. Somehow she had survived a journey across foreign waters to a native island that he not only knew he’d have to scour in search of his prize but also firsthand through rumors the people rejected any notice of witchcraft or supernatural forces. Reinforcements were imperative and he was but a single man on a self-made vessel fit for two. She had to be royalty. Sabin could practically smell the oiled perfume of her hair whenever his eyes recalled partial depictions of her physically.
But another conflict was at bay that he had never foreseen coming; the individual in this woman’s company somehow deflecting his gift of premonition. So now there were two roaming this desolate island… one being very close to death’s door, the one he wanted, and the other acclimating his fair share of foresight. She would slow him down—the man providing aid better off without her as his camaraderie. Yet even as the starboard side of his ship anchored next to the coastline where he intended to row ashore the price for detaining a second party as a cover for him to seize his own was necessary if he were to persuade the Purewater tribe members their land was being trespassed.
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(To the officers overseeing this page, I am capable of writing more for my sample piece. I would like to keep it straight to the point; however, since three characters have already begun their story. Allegedly I would like to give a clear idea the direction of how I would manage to begin my own introduction, not to interrupt what is already being created. My apologies in advance to the princess, but that is what happens when you choose royalty figures to enact.)
(To the officers overseeing this page, I am capable of writing more for my sample piece. I would like to keep it straight to the point; however, since three characters have already begun their story. Allegedly I would like to give a clear idea the direction of how I would manage to begin my own introduction, not to interrupt what is already being created. My apologies in advance to the princess, but that is what happens when you choose royalty figures to enact.)
