Post by Gavin on Dec 19, 2009 13:41:26 GMT -8
Newest prisoner, one Gavin of Sheepsbury. Arrested for public urination, and more specifically urination on His Majesty the King's castle wall. Lesser charges of public drunkeness and disrupting the peace.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: November 3
Species: Human. As if all that yelling about not seeing the King as his true mortal leader didn't give it away.
Career: Farmer.
Place of Residence: Sheepsbury.
Confiscated Items: Three knives and a few vials of poison. Prisoner has been rather vague on the nature of these items. First knife appears to be a normal bronze affair, second looks to be iron, it's likely he's paranoid about fae. Third looks to be a magical something or other, and he reacted badly when it was removed from his person. Likely an Avian magic, from the looks of it.
Height: Five feet. Exactly.
Hair color: Light brown/blond.
Eye color: Gray.
Notable features: This one's got a nasty scar across the nose.
No bail posted at this point.
Admit it. You're interested, aren't you? I mean, come on! There has to be more here than just some drunk farmer running around in the middle of the night, urinating on the castle, and you know it. Well, I'll admit it. I'm not really much of a farmer. Besides, public urination is hardly a major crime for me. I'm actually sentenced to hang three times over in the lovely city of Pell, if only they could catch me.
See, I'm an assassin.
Oh shut it. Being an assassin doesn't instantly make me some sort of evil terror. I'm neutral towards most of that good and evil stuff. I like to stay neutral in just about everything. If it doesn't concern me directly, I keep my nose out of it. That's how I was raised and you can't insult my mother by telling me that Neutrality is an unwise choice.
I'm not in this job to have fun, after all. I keep my personal thoughts out of it unless they happen to match the orders I've been given. Personally, I hate the killing part, but it's just something I've got to live with. Seriously. I'm not scary in the least. I can't even eat poultry, because I like birds too much.
I guess you could say I'm pretty nice most of the time. I tend to get a little outspoken when I'm tired, or if I've been drinking too much. That's what got me in here, after all. Probably shouldn't have yelled quite so much about what I really think about the monarchy.
Oh well. I'm here. I've got five hours to waste before sunrise, then I'm out of here, by way of the window. Which means I'm bored. You're lucky, you get to hear my whole life's story. What fun, eh?
Where to begin?
How about my family? Oh yes, you get to hear all about it.
Let's start with that heirloom the guards were so quick to snatch off of me. It's the birdknife, and it lets me talk to birds. Simple concept really, you just give it a bit of blood and it starts doing magic all on it's own. There are four of those bird blades left in my family, and the knife is mine.
They came from great gramma Aderyn. She wasn't an assassin, actually. She was some insane Shaman, running around in the woods talking to birds. I don't think she even needed the knives, to be honest.
Aderyn had a son, Kestrel. Nobody knows who his father was, since Aderyn never said anything about him. Kestrel left his mother and the forest to live in Sheepsbury, where he met Beryl. Kestrel owned a farm, Beryl was an assassin. It's a common combination in Sheepsbury, by the way. So they had four daughters, all of them assassins. The oldest, Shay, grew up and married Enlil, who was also an assassin. Getting the pattern yet? So then they had children, and I'm one of them. Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm not the only one. I'm not even the oldest, actually. We came along in this order: Gareth, Arden, Me, Branwen, Seren, and the twins, Enna and Enda. Gareth, Enda, and I are the only males, and since Gareth refuses to follow through on his assassin heritage, I'm left inheriting the birdknife and the responsibility. I don't mind, it's nice.
Gareth has his own farm and a nice little family, his kids are Assisi and Francis. Arden decided to stay home and teach the next generation once Sister Wendolyn passed, and has her own kids, Gienah and Talfryn. Yeah, she's always been bad at naming things.
The only other family member you'll care about is Janus. He's my cousin, and he kinda wants to kill me. I don't know why, really. It's his obsession, one he's had since I was six and he was twelve. He's related on my father's side, through my aunt Merope.
Now what? How about I just start telling you everything that's ever happened to me ever.
Lucky you, right? We've still got time.
So I started out my life as a little squirt in the town of Sheepsbury. I helped the farmers with harvesting wool and crops, and I played in the barns with my siblings, cousins, and friends. It was that idyllic life everyone always hopes for their children, except that it also involved Sister Wendolyn. She was retired, ancient, and bitter. She hated every student she ever had, and that included me. She taught me just about everything I know, including the best way to hide from a grumpy old bat of a teacher.
At fifteen I was on the proper track to adulthood. All I really had to do was finish the coming of age test every assassin in Sheepsbury had performed. I'll let you take a guess on what that was.
So I had to help Janus with an assassination. Janus, remember, was always obsessed with killing me. Nobody else ever noticed, despite the fact that he often tried to push me out of barn attics and such.
Now, this is usually just an observational thing. The younger one watches the older one, and they find out if he has the stomach to take up a proper career in assassination.
Janus, in an unintended attempt to kill me yet again, got his leg broken and made me deal with the old man myself, while he held off the guards and everything.
So there I was, standing in a room, by myself, with an old man who knew we were coming and why. And for a while we chatted. About politics. About morality. About why my order was just as bad as he was. See, I still wasn't sure what to do.
So then at long last Janus comes limping in and starts yelling, so I stab the old man, and Janus drags me vomiting out a window.
For two days I went vegetarian and swore I'd live with Gareth on the farm. My parents talked me out of it eventually, and I went back to training.
On my second mission, I learned I could blank out the rest of the world, and blank out my own feelings. That talent has been a lifesaver if ever there was one.
Guess I'll tell you more later. This is fun, isn't it?
Other!!!!
Affinity: Avian.
Artifact: The birdknife. The blade is silver, the handle is bone. It's been passed down in Gavin's family for four generations now, starting with his Great Grandmother Aderyn. There are currently four unbroken birdblades, and one which has been damaged beyond repair, at least as far as anyone who has ever tried to fix it is concerned. (PM me if you're interested in working one of the other three into your character's history.)
It allows the user to communicate with birds, and generally grants access to avian affinity abilities. It attracts birds, especially those trained to seek out it's magical signature. It cannot grant flight to the user. A blood sacrifice is required, though it doesn't matter who's blood it is. Through familiarity, the birdknife does work better when given blood from one of Aderyn's descendants.
Level 3.
Abilities? None so far.
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: November 3
Species: Human. As if all that yelling about not seeing the King as his true mortal leader didn't give it away.
Career: Farmer.
Place of Residence: Sheepsbury.
Confiscated Items: Three knives and a few vials of poison. Prisoner has been rather vague on the nature of these items. First knife appears to be a normal bronze affair, second looks to be iron, it's likely he's paranoid about fae. Third looks to be a magical something or other, and he reacted badly when it was removed from his person. Likely an Avian magic, from the looks of it.
Height: Five feet. Exactly.
Hair color: Light brown/blond.
Eye color: Gray.
Notable features: This one's got a nasty scar across the nose.
No bail posted at this point.
Admit it. You're interested, aren't you? I mean, come on! There has to be more here than just some drunk farmer running around in the middle of the night, urinating on the castle, and you know it. Well, I'll admit it. I'm not really much of a farmer. Besides, public urination is hardly a major crime for me. I'm actually sentenced to hang three times over in the lovely city of Pell, if only they could catch me.
See, I'm an assassin.
Oh shut it. Being an assassin doesn't instantly make me some sort of evil terror. I'm neutral towards most of that good and evil stuff. I like to stay neutral in just about everything. If it doesn't concern me directly, I keep my nose out of it. That's how I was raised and you can't insult my mother by telling me that Neutrality is an unwise choice.
I'm not in this job to have fun, after all. I keep my personal thoughts out of it unless they happen to match the orders I've been given. Personally, I hate the killing part, but it's just something I've got to live with. Seriously. I'm not scary in the least. I can't even eat poultry, because I like birds too much.
I guess you could say I'm pretty nice most of the time. I tend to get a little outspoken when I'm tired, or if I've been drinking too much. That's what got me in here, after all. Probably shouldn't have yelled quite so much about what I really think about the monarchy.
Oh well. I'm here. I've got five hours to waste before sunrise, then I'm out of here, by way of the window. Which means I'm bored. You're lucky, you get to hear my whole life's story. What fun, eh?
Where to begin?
How about my family? Oh yes, you get to hear all about it.
Let's start with that heirloom the guards were so quick to snatch off of me. It's the birdknife, and it lets me talk to birds. Simple concept really, you just give it a bit of blood and it starts doing magic all on it's own. There are four of those bird blades left in my family, and the knife is mine.
They came from great gramma Aderyn. She wasn't an assassin, actually. She was some insane Shaman, running around in the woods talking to birds. I don't think she even needed the knives, to be honest.
Aderyn had a son, Kestrel. Nobody knows who his father was, since Aderyn never said anything about him. Kestrel left his mother and the forest to live in Sheepsbury, where he met Beryl. Kestrel owned a farm, Beryl was an assassin. It's a common combination in Sheepsbury, by the way. So they had four daughters, all of them assassins. The oldest, Shay, grew up and married Enlil, who was also an assassin. Getting the pattern yet? So then they had children, and I'm one of them. Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm not the only one. I'm not even the oldest, actually. We came along in this order: Gareth, Arden, Me, Branwen, Seren, and the twins, Enna and Enda. Gareth, Enda, and I are the only males, and since Gareth refuses to follow through on his assassin heritage, I'm left inheriting the birdknife and the responsibility. I don't mind, it's nice.
Gareth has his own farm and a nice little family, his kids are Assisi and Francis. Arden decided to stay home and teach the next generation once Sister Wendolyn passed, and has her own kids, Gienah and Talfryn. Yeah, she's always been bad at naming things.
The only other family member you'll care about is Janus. He's my cousin, and he kinda wants to kill me. I don't know why, really. It's his obsession, one he's had since I was six and he was twelve. He's related on my father's side, through my aunt Merope.
Now what? How about I just start telling you everything that's ever happened to me ever.
Lucky you, right? We've still got time.
So I started out my life as a little squirt in the town of Sheepsbury. I helped the farmers with harvesting wool and crops, and I played in the barns with my siblings, cousins, and friends. It was that idyllic life everyone always hopes for their children, except that it also involved Sister Wendolyn. She was retired, ancient, and bitter. She hated every student she ever had, and that included me. She taught me just about everything I know, including the best way to hide from a grumpy old bat of a teacher.
At fifteen I was on the proper track to adulthood. All I really had to do was finish the coming of age test every assassin in Sheepsbury had performed. I'll let you take a guess on what that was.
So I had to help Janus with an assassination. Janus, remember, was always obsessed with killing me. Nobody else ever noticed, despite the fact that he often tried to push me out of barn attics and such.
Now, this is usually just an observational thing. The younger one watches the older one, and they find out if he has the stomach to take up a proper career in assassination.
Janus, in an unintended attempt to kill me yet again, got his leg broken and made me deal with the old man myself, while he held off the guards and everything.
So there I was, standing in a room, by myself, with an old man who knew we were coming and why. And for a while we chatted. About politics. About morality. About why my order was just as bad as he was. See, I still wasn't sure what to do.
So then at long last Janus comes limping in and starts yelling, so I stab the old man, and Janus drags me vomiting out a window.
For two days I went vegetarian and swore I'd live with Gareth on the farm. My parents talked me out of it eventually, and I went back to training.
On my second mission, I learned I could blank out the rest of the world, and blank out my own feelings. That talent has been a lifesaver if ever there was one.
Guess I'll tell you more later. This is fun, isn't it?
Other!!!!
Affinity: Avian.
Artifact: The birdknife. The blade is silver, the handle is bone. It's been passed down in Gavin's family for four generations now, starting with his Great Grandmother Aderyn. There are currently four unbroken birdblades, and one which has been damaged beyond repair, at least as far as anyone who has ever tried to fix it is concerned. (PM me if you're interested in working one of the other three into your character's history.)
It allows the user to communicate with birds, and generally grants access to avian affinity abilities. It attracts birds, especially those trained to seek out it's magical signature. It cannot grant flight to the user. A blood sacrifice is required, though it doesn't matter who's blood it is. Through familiarity, the birdknife does work better when given blood from one of Aderyn's descendants.
Level 3.
Abilities? None so far.
