Amatus

[Amatus]

Birth: Spring 30 494 AV Sex: Race: Human Languages: Common-Fluent Amatus De Gauther, a bartender by common trade, peaks at a stature of 5'10" and a slender weight of 130 pounds. Platinum wisps frame his effeminate and sculpted features and fall loosely past his shoulders. With eyes of silver and blue, streaks of green sketch the rounded pupils behind lazing lids. The only marks that taint his fair complection are less than a hand full of freckles speckling alabaster casing. Amatus could easily be taken for a female, with narrowed hips, a flattened chest and firm jaw being the first insight to his true gender. His qualities fall flatly into a category of androgyny, which he neither denies nor objects. He accustoms himself to a proper appearance, clothes as fine as he can afford, feigning a status that he has never truly held. To behold a smile from such a man's mouth is to be deceived with kindness and courted with desire, for any will do to satiate an appetite for touch and miza. To sum Amatus into a defining word would be subjective to one's perspective. To others he is many things, a friendly host with a casted smirk, a flirtatious salesmen pinning for gold, a wink from across a room that draws the eye, a one night stand ended by Syna's rise, or a befuddlement of dishonesty and manipulation. Whatever can be ascertained from the surface is a means to an end. To be desired, to be in control, and to earn status and money, these are his aims. He is not against slipping poison to a favored customers drink if the pay is well enough. Not the most educated of fellows he still finds pleasure picking apart the nobility that is human nature. None are safe from his inner scrutiny. The mind is a dangerous thing, the body an easy tamer of thought when used correctly. His courtesies extend as far as his own conveniences lie. To him people are tools to be used. Kelvics while interesting to play with are less than dirt beneath his feet. A fair friend when won, but never as compassionate at one would hope. Much of what Amatus believes to be the truths of his past are twisted and cunning lies. Born from a noble family, he was stolen as a boy for ransom of an undetermined amount. When the demands were not immediately met he was put for sale and bought by a family to be put to work in their tavern. To ease his young and troubled mind into the new lifestyle he was hypnotized, conditioned into accepting his new pseudo-family and storing his past upon a shelf out of reach. The thought that these secrets exist is something he can tangibly feel scratching at the back of his skull. Fear is the likely source of why he chooses to not dig further into these dormant memories. He believes himself to have moved past such inconveinences. Amatus' earliest memories are of being with Marcus De Gauther and his wife, Melaquin. He worked their tavern, usually cleaning and serving guests. Melaquin was cold to Amatus. He believed it to be because he was her stepchild, Marcus' only son from a previous marriage, while their own marriage bore no children. Marcus' was kinder in his own way, teaching the boy the way of the tavern and treating him to his first drink of ale. To say Amatus ever came to genuinely love his family was a lie, he relied on them for food and warmth, but the force of what was buried kept him at arm’s length. He was never accurately their son, and instead found new ways to quench (temporarily) his desire for a love that was absent from his heart. He quickly learned to charm the skirts off women and the breeches off men. When Amatus was sixteen Marcus fell ill and passed, leaving Melaquin as his sole guardian and he the only management left at the tavern. He enjoyed his work and chances to play with new and interesting people, tips included. A man that frequented the bar became fond of the young bartender, and he was indulged with gratitude in the best way the boy knew to offer, with his body. It was soon discovered of their short lived relationship, and the true reason for the older man's constant presence in the bar. He was Melaquin's new lover. Infuriated and disgusted with the both of them, she burned down the tavern, believing Amatus would be asleep in the room above the bar. Unfortunately for her, he was already sharing a new bed. With what coin he had saved, he looked for work elsewhere and got his own place. The next time he would see his wrathful step-mother would be as he followed her home at night, slipped a blade into her back and stood over her as she bled out. Skill Points Lvl Bartending 30 (30 sp) Competent Seduction 27 (25 sp) Novice Poison 5 (5 sp) Novice Dagger 5 (5 sp) Novice Rhetoric 4 Novice Interrogation 3 Novice Persuasion 4 Novice Observation 1 Novice Investigation 1 Novice Possessions White cotton Shirt Leather Pants Fine Belt (25gm) Plain Buckle (2sm) Cotton Vest (1sm) Leather Jacket Black Leather Shoes Silver Ring (3gm) Waterskin Assassin's Dagger (4gm) Ravok Citizenship Papers Backpack: ■ 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) ■Food for a week ■1 eating knife ■Flint & Steel *Heirloom: gold feather necklace Ledger Start + 100 gm Fine Belt - 25 gm Plain Buckle - 2 sm Cotton Vest - 1 sm Silver Ring - 3 gm Summer Living Expense -45 gm Summer Wages +204 gm, 7 sm, 5 cm Fall Living Expense -45gm Assassin's Dagger -4gm Total = 182gm 4sm 5cm Housing : Poor Ravokian Housing Clara Velle Age: 19 Sex: Female Race: Human Skills: Floristry - 20 Seduction - 15 Persuasion - 10 Negotiation - 5 Relation: Clara was left to Melaquin, Amatus' 'stepmother' and Clara's aunt, as her father left to find work in another city. She has lived with Amatus and his family since he was ten and occasionally reunites with her father when he visits the city. Now that Melaquin and Marcus are both dead, Amatus is the only family she has left in the city. Their relationship is chaotic at best. She both loves and hates Amatus, and knows more about his secrets than she lets on. Threads   Fall 512 AV 20th - Skin Deep In Progress 24th - Seducing a Theif In Progress __ - Ale Ran Like Ink In Progress   Summer 512 AV 12th - The Pit of All Evil In Progress 70th -Entertain Me Complete   Flashbacks WN 05 508AV -Shadow of a Sun In Progress SU 12 510AV - Family Affairs Solo Lore : Lore of Ravokian Streets Lore of Running a Tavern Thrill of the Hunted Losing Control of the Situation Taunting the Girl with the Dagger Aello: Self-righteous and Scary [/frametrans]