Tom [WIP]

[Tom]

NOTEHis CS is still unfinished. I still have to put more details in his belongings, but that's all. I may rewrite some of the information here apart from the history, as I'm not quite satisfied with how I've written it out just yet! Another thing, his NPC "Geoffrey" is still in need of approval.

NAME • • • Thomas O. Montgomery ALIAS • • • Tom AGE • • • 21 BIRTHDATE • • • 50th of Spring, 491 AV GENDER • • • Male APPEARANCE His features appear sculpted, with prominent muscles and a lean, strong body that worked numerous strange, tasking jobs in order to make ends meet. His creamy tan skin brings out the golden hue in his expressive eyes, and his pink lips are often curled into a seductive smirk. He keeps his wavy dark locks short and well-combed, and he walks, dresses, and carries himself with an unwavering charm. There is something about the mischievous glint in his eyes that tells you that he has something to hide, but it’s definitely something that he will willingly reveal if you can pay the price, or, if you can handle it. His chiselled jaw is occasionally covered in stubble, while other times he keeps himself clean-shaven. It will all depend on his mood. He is rarely seen without his spectral companion, Geoffrey, and his trusty flamberge. PERSONALITY He’s a man of mystery and mischief, and often he seems to be keeping rather vital and interesting information whenever he speaks or smiles. He’s rough and unfriendly to most people, but when he is in an incredibly happy, or incredibly sad mood, he tends to soften up and open up to others. He remains cordial to his friends, their friends, the elderly, and the youth. As charming as he is, he is not an entirely skilled conversationalist, due to his lack of knowledge and education. He loves to joke and tease, and keep things light and vibrant, as he was unable to have such a life when he was a child and still living with his parents. He has no faith, no religion, and hardly a drive to inspire him to do things properly and well. It takes a lot to strike fear or anger into him, but when it occurs that he becomes frightened or angry, it is an amusing and terrifying sight, respectively. He doesn’t believe in love and family, and so he often acts reckless when it comes to drinking, and attracting women. He values friendship and camaraderie, however, and treats his friends as if they were his siblings. HISTORY He was nothing more than an appealing man with an unappealing story. His mother was merely a simple barmaid at the local tavern, and his father was just another drunkard. It sounded usual, it sounded commonplace, because they lived in the lawless town of Sunberth, of course. The woman was naïve and unassuming, preferring to be kind to all the customers and trust them wholeheartedly. She had not, without a doubt, been born and raised in Sunberth. She came because she thought she could gain her fortune there, she thought she could succeed. Sunberth had its good points, did it not? And he on the other hand, was a frequent customer at the tavern, who paid for his orders, stayed out of trouble, and milked his charm whenever he could. A compulsive liar and an effective seducer, she fell to his advances before he could even attempt to ask her if they could be more than just friends. The irresponsible commit mistakes; he’d inevitably taken advantage of her infatuation for him. And she was a hopeful young girl, with dreams that seemed to never die nor wilt. She stayed, she gave birth to their child, Thomas, and she attempted to live prosperously with the man. But he was a lousy drunkard who refused to share his earnings or even be a father to their son. He refused to stay with them for long periods of time, and continued to sleep around and drink to his heart’s content, eventually even abusing the love of his wife by physically hurting her. Thomas watched it all unfold, and as he was a child, he deemed his father’s actions to be appropriate. No one else was there to guide him or tell him otherwise. Instead, he spent his time with his one and only friend, Saif, who thankfully had a less dysfunctional family than he did. Without his best friend, he might’ve ended up going insane. The two were inseparable, always playing about and wreaking havoc wherever they went. They studied together, trained together, and looked out for one another. He’d inherited his mother’s unwavering habit of establishing hopes and dreams, and he and Saif had both promised one another that they would one day begin a business together, a successful one, with legal-obtained goods and profits. They swore on it. Unfortunately, Saif’s family decided to move out of Sunberth and live in Zeltiva instead, when the pair were still young. They had promised to keep in touch with one another through letters, but they had eventually stopped doing so. Thomas had never once forgotten his promise to his dearest friend, and even when they were apart and not interacting with one another, he still valued the things he’d learned from him. If it wasn’t for him, his difficult upbringing might’ve turned him into a monster, just like his father. Despite Saif’s presence in his life, Tom was still heavily influenced by his father’s careless sleeping around, and a little bit of his drinking. Then years later, he had become a blurry reflection of his father. He frequented bars and brothels, and lived a life that lacked morality and propriety, doing unstable odd jobs in order to pay for his distasteful lifestyle. Eventually, however, the dreamer inside of him demanded that he fix himself up and meet Saif at Zeltiva. And so, he did. He packed all of his things and set off for the port city. He initially was unable to find Saif, and at first, assumed that he had fled for another city, or worse – had gone back to Sunberth to see him. Downtrodden and upset, he sat by and thought about his next course of action. It was then when he’d come across a ghost named Geoffrey, who was also looking for somebody in particular, a girl. Neither of them knew who the other was talking about, and after trading stories, the pair decided to stick together. Geoffrey ended up becoming Thomas’s conscience and voice of reason, and was the first one to begin calling him Tom, due to the fact that he preferred it over his real first name, claiming that it was far too long for him. He’d eventually decided to send a note to Saif telling him to meet at a tavern in the city, but when he’d arrived, he did not find him there. Instead, he found himself face to face with a peculiar, yet remarkably attractive woman, with features that he had never seen before. The pair hit it off, consumed far too much alcohol, and eventually did the unthinkable. For the first time in his life, he found himself attracted to a woman not only physically, but romantically. He’d fallen in love with her. The next morning, he immediately set off to search for her along with Geoffrey, only to find her with Saif. She was his girlfriend. He valued the unbreakable friendship that he had with Saif, and so instead decided to keep his attraction to the woman, his woman, Caoi, a secret. The pair reacquainted themselves with one another and together, along with Caoi, they sought to begin the business that they had initially dreamed of starting. SKILLS Skill EXP Total Proficiency Weapon: Flamberge +26(SP) 26 Points Competent Seduction +11(SP) +15(RB) 26 Points Competent Intelligence +13(SP) 13 Points Novice BELONGINGS   Clothing 1 Set of Clothing   Equipment Flamberge   Backpack 1 Waterskin 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel LEDGER Purchase Price Total Starting Package +100 GM 100 GM House Check-In +500 GM 600 GM Flamberge -150 GM 450 GM THREAD LIST Forthcoming...

[Tom]

NAME ● Geoffrey Cardonell AGE ● 25 years old BIRTHDAY ● 15th of Summer, 486 AV GENDER ● Male RACE ● Human, ghost LIFE He lived an unremarkable life in Syliras, with an unassuming group of friends, and a small family of traders. He grew up among business associates, clients, and work-engrossed family members, who were all certain that he would take on the profession as well; it was to be expected from an only child. He trained, studied, and succumbed to their firm expectations, eventually joining in on his father’s travels to and fro Zeltiva, in order to learn more. While his heart yearned for home, friendship, and a chance to fulfill his dreams of becoming a musician, his mind continued to argue with him and remind him that the happiness of his parents mattered, and his future was just as important. And so he continued his unremarkable, uneventful life riding the caravans, interacting with customers, cataloguing goods and providing related services; he was a doll, wired and strung. He blinked when he was told to, he spoke when he was meant to, and he moved only when his parents pulled his strings. Nothing could even compare to the light that graced his features and lit his eyes when he saw her. It was yet another trip to Zeltiva for him, and the cool winds of the port city were incredibly uncomfortable for his sweat-drenched skin. But she stood there without incident, as the wind blew her auburn locks away from her face, and her green eyes gleamed with life. It was at that moment that he felt the strings on his wrists and legs had been cut off, and he was free. He was free to speak, free to move, free to be whatever he wanted to be. He approached her, and she greeted him warmly – no other person, no other woman could ever make this little mannequin of a person feel as if blood had, for the first time, coursed throughout his body and filled him with the warmth of life and living. They often met after he’d finished his work, and inevitably had both fallen madly in love with one another. She brought the sun to his skies and the beating to his heart. While they were apart, they wrote to each other, and whenever they found themselves together at Zeltiva, they wasted no time. Love was the answer, love was his drive; through her support, he found goodness in his parent’s profession, and even successfully persuaded them to let him play the fiddle. He lived a remarkable life. Years passed and they continued to express their love for one another through their letters and meetings, and eventually, he’d grown tired of being away from her. He needed to be with her always, he needed to wake up to the scent of her hair and the gentleness of her face. He needed her. She had already given birth to his child, it was now or never. He sent her one last letter professing his intention to travel to Zeltiva in the guise of manning another caravan, and once there, they were to say their vows, marry, and live happily together. Without even awaiting her to respond to the note, he immediately prepared himself and his goods and fled as soon as possible. DEATH Mediocre lives tend to be shunned by both fortune and tragedy, and unfortunately, the latter had taken notice of the man’s life once it had gotten interesting. On his way towards Zeltiva, his caravan was met by a band of thieves, who had not only taken all of his goods and belongings, but also his life. He was stabbed and cut, and left to die, without having been able to speak or see the love of his life for one last time. But because of that, he refused to leave the ground, he refused to disappear; and so he became a ghost. He needed to see her, he needed to speak to her and apologize for his departure; he needed her. He waited for seasons before returning to her, as he feared that she would not recognize him, or see him, or worst – never forgive him. He eventually made his way to Zeltiva around the summer of 509 AV, but she was nowhere to be found. No matter how hard whenever he would ask around, nobody could tell him where she was, or where she went, while others simply eyed him with shocked faces. He was a ghost after all; he was no longer alive, no longer human. It was when he met a sullen-looking man named Tom sitting close to the piers, who looked to be a citizen. He inquired of his lover’s location, but he too was oblivious to it – he didn’t even recognize her name or who he was referring to. His appearance and story piqued his interests, and he in turn decided that he was never going to find her. He’d looked everywhere, asked everywhere. Instead, he chose to stay close to Tom and become his friend and companion, as it appeared that they were more than just a pair of unlikely friends, but also a pair of kindred spirits. Unbeknownst to him, she was washed away by the horrible tidal wave that befell Zeltiva during the Djed storm, when the pair of obelisks rose from the seas and caused the upset in the waters. She and their child had just come back from a bit of traveling, but unfortunately had met their demise upon their arrival back home. APPEARANCE Tall and lean, muscular and healthy, he knows more about his business than defending himself. He’d gained his strength through the carrying of goods and the manning of caravans, though it had never once been used to attack somebody. His dark hair is parted in the middle and falls a few inches below his neck, framing a square face and a sharp jawline covered with stubble. His eyes are an expressive light blue that had once been filled with life, but are now glassy and solid-colored. His pale skin is a stark contrast to the dark clothes that he often wears, and when he moves, he prefers to walk slowly and casually. As a ghost, he has no shadow, and is incredibly translucent; he can often be seen with feathery grey wisps surrounding his legs and torso. PERSONALITY Soft-spoken and never in a laughing mood, he often speaks and reacts to things with an air of seriousness, but on rare occasions, he manages to break into a smile. His aloof demeanor causes him to often be considered shy or socially inept, when in truth; he is rather interesting conversationalist and storyteller. As a man of emotions, he often brings out the feelings and pent up thoughts of others through his gentle words and actions. He occasionally speaks in riddles or metaphors, preferring to lead a person into discovering the truth in things rather than to give them the answer straight away. SKILLS Skill Name EXP Materialization 10 Points Possession 5 Points Soulmist Projection 5 Points Instrument: Fiddle 5 Points Storytelling 5 Points