Indyrio Marcellus

[Indyrio]

Indyrio Marcellus He played the strings of my heart like a master musician, his eyes of claret velvet with dreamer's disposition. Age: 23 Birthday: 66th Day of Summer, 488 AV Race: Human/Vantha Height: 5'9 Weight: 157lbs Place of Birth: Avanthal Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Violet Appearance He had the look of royalty in its decay, tufts of scraggly hair lining the wiry frame of his jaw and disappearing beneath dark locks that had not seen a cut in months. There was a noble's pride in his eyes no amount of destitution could hide, their rich violet irises filled with secrets only his thin lips held at bay. Though his flesh had been smudged by the dust of travel, there was nary a scratch on it, and you could tell that his misfortune was no more than a paper-thin gash because of the way he always smiled. There was something alluring and accessible about that smile, and yet something so unfathomably wicked I dare not dwell on it for long. Somehow I felt that he was quite familiar with death, and not in the 'peacefully slipping into the void' sort of way. Personality There is an irrepressible mirth that clings to Indyrio as though his life depended on it. Quick with a smile and tirelessly searching for the good in life's wonders, it can be a daunting task not to feel welcomed in his presence. Indyrio finds joy in taking care of the less fortunate, and is not above humbling himself to serving their needs. Having experienced the long roads of travel, he has gained a sense of worldliness that he carries upon his shoulders, though lacks the ego to boast of his exploits. He does however, have a stirring libido that he feels the need to act on regularly when not on the road. While most would deign him to be a womanizer in some regard, Indyrio sees his frivolity as just another aspect of his good nature. Never having intentionally mistreated a woman before, he does seem to fall to lust rather carelessly, consuming his partners in a whirlwind of romance that lasts all of a single night. Married, engaged, exclusive, or single, Indyrio will tiptoe his way into a woman's bed any way he knows how and leave them craving more. History First Blood : "Dee-ree-oh the half blood, Dee-ree-oh the half blood." Children could be so wickedly cruel. But being called half blood was only half as cruel as some of the other things he'd been cursed with. They all looked upon him with fear brandished like a sword poised to strike the very stem of his heart, whispers coveted like solemn prayers to Morwen in hopes he would not hear. But he did hear them, and time after time he responded to each in the only way he knew how. "What's the matter 'Dyrio? Are you gonna cryyy?" Indyrio could remember the last time he had cried, nearly a year ago by his reckoning. The metallic taste of blood had despoiled the salty-sweet taste of tears draining from his eyes, a boy from another Hold laying in the soft white snow before him with scarlet vitae gushing from his broken nose. It had been like some macabre-style oil painting on the blank white canvas of the earth, his convulsing muscles shooting off tiny drifts of snow. Indyrio's own knuckles had been stripped back of their own flesh, leaving chunks of raw meat that bled down his clutched fists. He had never hit anyone so hard, and no one ever dared to call his mother a whore again. But being so young had afforded him a conservative punishment, quarantined to his Hold until such a time his juristic overseers found him in better standing. His father had never looked at him the same way after that, disappointed in the child that had carved an open wound on his soul. His mother on the other hand was of a greater understanding, she too having faced public scrutiny ever since she'd agreed to marry in Vantha fashion. She saw herself as her son's only armor in an arena full of pit vipers, and did as she could to protect him. But right now she wasn't there. Close enough to strike, Indyrio held flashbacks of the last time he'd cried in working memory, how wonderful the taste of blood was and how exhilarating it had been to stand victorious over a conquered foe. It all led to that one defining moment, where sense was forfeit and white rage consumed him. Snapping his fist away from his side without warning, and rather than pulling it back to gain better momentum, Indyrio launched it straight forward toward the boy's stupidly grinning cheek bone. How he loathed this boy, hated what he was and what he stood for - hated every sinewy fiber that he was composed of to his very core. And yet just before the lurching, self gratifying wet thump of flesh meeting flesh graced his ears, Indyrio felt a sharp tug from behind that ruined all opportunity of standing over yet another in smug satisfaction. Tightening his muscles in a vainglorious attempt to throttle away from the aggressor behind him, Indyrio simultaneously turned to stare at a wall of tanned hide lined by fur that rose well above him. At the peak of this mountain stood his father's grim countenance, whose bristling red eyes were plain to see and tell that he was upset. One thing the boy valued about the Vantha - there were no surprises when it came to their emotions. Still trying to pull away from his father, Indyrio felt the old man's grip strengthen and begin to crush his shoulder as evidence that his motive was clear. Suppressing a wince of pain, for pride barred him from showing weakness to his father, he stopped struggling all together and slackened each tensed muscle slowly. Eventually his father let go, though the fire in his eyes still lingered. "Back to your mother, now." The growling command would not win Indyrio any favors with his peers in the future, but he nodded remorsefully and did as he was told. "As for the rest of you," his father's gaze looking back to see that his son was out of ear shot. "Tease my son of his heritage again, and I may not be around to stop him next time." Spoken more from fear than an actual threat, the red tint in the father's eyes had dissipated, and he slowly trailed after his son back to the Hold where it was warm. Only eight years of age and his son showed more spit in him than a cornered wolf. It made his father proud. It made him worry endlessly. Uncle Baern : Uncle Baern was from a land that existed beyond the scope of Indyrio's understanding. Vast and full of the sort of aberrant tales only found in children's stories, there were races that could only be imagined in dreams and lands where not a flake of snow dropped all year round. It warmed his chilled blood to hear such narratives whether he found himself believing in them or not, spellbound by a sense of wonderment in what lay just beyond the horizon. It wasn't long, then, that a thirst unlike any he had ever experienced before consumed him. "May I come with you?" His voice was thickened by innocence to toy with his uncle's good nature. Looking up from a parchment ridden bureau, where no sense of order could be found among the ink scratched maps carelessly strewn about, Baern quietly observed his nephew just above the brass rim of a magnifying glass. He was the older brother of Indyrio's mother, and had spent enough time in these dreadfully cold northern reaches to hear the stories of how his nephew had been treated. It had instilled a deep sense of guardianship towards the boy, and he felt that the time he had allotted for the visit had been extended solely for the purpose of watching over him. While enjoying the hospitality of these north men and relishing the time he'd been given to catch up with his dear sister, there was something about Indyrio that intrigued Baern all together. But this was not the first time he had been asked to travel at his side, and had a sneaking suspicion it would not be the last. "We've been over this before, lad. Your poor mother's heart would be broken were she to lose you." It was time for a new strategy on Indyrio's part, and rather than pout and plead as he had before, there was a certain resignation about him. Perhaps his spirit was breaking, or perhaps he was more cunning than anyone gave him credit. "Yes, you're probably right. She does often worry about me." The response seemed to be leading in no particular direction, but Indyrio forced himself not to surrender a telling smile. "You will have a fine life here, I have no doubt. I've seen the way many a girl looks at you around the Hold. Surely one will make a fitting bride some day?" There seemed to be a hollow echo in his uncle's voice, as though all his conviction had been stripped clean. "Aye, and yet still I will never be one of them," his steps leading him closer to the desk where his fingers brushed the edges of parchment. "The boys will become men, and those I have hurt will remember. It will be a life, yes. But not one I intend to follow." His gaze met carefully with Baern's own. "Surely you were once where I stand now? Can you not tell me that you lead a good life?" The questions left an unsettling grimace in the older man's face, his hand shaking where the magnifying glass was held as he set it down. "My path is fraught with many dangers, Indyrio. I-" "At least you got to choose that path, uncle. Am I not free to do the same?" His gaze wandered down to all the scrawled lands he'd never seen before, and felt that just for a moment, if he closed his eyes tight enough, could look upon their many wonders as Baern had told him in narrative. "Your mother, my sister, would hear none of such talk." "As always, you presume far too much Baern." The sweet voice of Indyrio's mother chimed in with such quietude that it was a wonder she was heard at all. Yet there was such power in ever syllable that it commanded their attention. Stepping out from behind a stout wooden pillar, she gauged her son with heavy stare and breathed in enough air to suppress all emotion. "Indyrio is coming of an age where he may make his own choices in life. And as much as it would pain me to see him go, the greater pain would be to see my child suffer because he did not follow his heart." She had never looked more beautiful to Indyrio until that moment, her soft blonde hair braided in weaves that wrapped sinuously around behind her scalp and disappeared into white tufts of cured animal fur. The soft candlelight of the inside twisted shadows upon her face, but there was a gentleness there that warmed her plain brown eyes and delicate white cheeks. "Besides," she began with a blossoming smile, concealing the pain that welled from within her heart. "The girls around here are not fit for such a suitor. Gossips the lot of them..." The Road Less Traveled : "Keep your shoulder's square. Deep breath. Now focus!" The apple wood switch lashed the bare skin of his back once more, though Indyrio seemed not to notice. He had been hit so many times by its slender edge that the pain had become somewhat monotonous, his nerves numb to the stinging red mark it left behind. A single tallow candle burned before his eyes, yellow wax weeping over its edges and cooling down the sides. To the right and left of the candle were pine wood boards that had begun to splinter and flake, new and old blood stains splashed chaotically across their surfaces. Clenched fists rested upon tight knees, rivulets of his life seeping from open wounds down to the tattered trousers he had been using for training. He had been practicing what his uncle called flux for a few days now, sitting cross legged and channeling djed into devastating form. For whatever reason, it had not worked yet, though his uncle insisted he keep trying. He had great potential, or so he was told. (to be continued) Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 100GM Housing Sold +500 600GM Assassin's Dagger (2) -8GM 592GM Rapier -20GM 572GM Night Leather Armor -60GM 512GM Ivory Dice Set -8SM 511.2GM Throwing Dagger (10) -10GM 501.2GM Scabbard (3*) -14GM 487.2GM Clothing -4.2GM 483GM Appurtenances   Personal Waterskin Traveling Backpack Comb (Bone) Razor Soap Simple Rations (1 week) Eating Knife Flint & Steel Scabbard (2) Scabbard, Container (1)   Weapons Rapier Assassin's Dagger (2) Throwing Dagger (10)   Armor Night Leather Armor   Clothing Leather Belt (2) High Leather Boots Leather Breeches Cotton Tunic Leather Jerkin Wool Cloak Leather Gloves Lore Roads Between Cities Religion: Ionu Knowledge Skill Points Source Note Busking 5 SP Flux 5 SP Acrobatics 10 SP Riding 5 SP Intelligence 5 SP Stealth 5 SP Observation 5 SP Unarmed Combat 20 RB,SP Rapier 5 SP Languages Fluent: Common Basic: Vani Poor: Tawna Thread List Spring 512 AV 14th: Gaping Maw Entrance Entrance to Alvadas 14th: Sanity Center Part 1,Part 2 Finding a job 15th: Found in Chaos Indyrio meets Nixie 25th: Just Here For A Drink Bar fight with Ronar 30th: Wouldn't Drink That If I Were You... Indyrio meets Seven 35th: Alvadas Returning Defending the Wall Flashbacks 56th Day in Winter, 506 AV: Meeting Day 19th Day in Summer, 510 AV: Brothers in Arms