Lock Cicuta

[Lock Cicuta]

Name: Lock Cicuta Age: 23 (born 11th day of Spring, 489 A.V.) Race: Human Location:Zeltiva Gender: Male Height: 5’11” Languages: -Fluent:Common -Basic:Kontinese -Poor:Fratava Character Concept: Lock is a man of dynamism. He has lived a life that has proven something to him, nothing is permanent, nothing but strength. He believes the weak are crushed under the heels of the strong and that the strong have the one true advantage in life. To him life is nothing but one big test, an experiment one might say, and only the one with the most strength will come out on top once the dust settles. It is worth mentioning strength does not necessarily mean physical strength, far from it. For Lock strength means power; intellect, money, knowledge of secrets, cunning, connections. His strength does not lay in his fists any more than the average man, instead it resides in his words and carefully cultivated schemes. Mister Cicuta, or Lock as you may know him, defines the sharp edged blade of soft power. He does not command, he persuades, nor does he murder, he assassinates. He has learned that he is the one person you can rely on, no one else. He does not tolerate subjugation and if necessary will slip his slithering tendrils into the ears of the highest and “strongest” so he may leech that power from them. Despite this seemingly deep craving for mastery he does not wish to be a lord, no, he would much rather sit back and control the lord from the shadows. If history has taught Lock one thing it is that making your power too obvious leads to death, and you can’t be in control if you’re dead. Contrary to what you may believe at this point Lock is no villain in a cape laughing in the dark. No, he will be your friend, your lover, your most genial customer, when in reality to him you are nothing but an obstacle at worst; though usually just a pawn or a temporary ally at best. Lock is a bitter poison coated in honey. He seems innocuous, kind even, but that is just the exterior. Inside he is just making the motions, setting up ploys so you may fall into his web. A lover is easier to deal with than an enemy after all. Lock is the the spy hidden in a dress of crushed velvet, a serpent amongst the roses, the sweet fruit whose taste spells out certain death. Cunning, ruthless, secretive, and always elegant. He is providing just another service by ridding the world of the weak. A strong world has no weaknesses, and he intends to be the strongest in that strong world. In his eyes he does no wrong, for there is no wrong, only the strong. Appearance: Lock appears as any sweet scented flower should, poison or not, enticing. Handsome and charming he is, with features fine enough to make most girls swoon without possessing anything so flashy you could pick him out of a crowd. He is slim, not muscular but with enough flesh not to be called bony, wiry or lithe would be more accurate. Lock’s hair is dark blonde, dark enough to be called brunette in dim lighting, though sunlight makes it gleam a deep bronze. His skin has a certain pallor to it, lacking any colour from the sun, he often spends too much time inside or doing his business at odd hours. His eyes are deep blue like the ocean, and like the ocean though they may appear warm and gentle on the surface; the deeper you go the darker and more frigid it becomes. Lock’s nose is long and straight, sharp some might call it. His hands large, with long dexterous fingers. Lock has a preference for finer clothes, though never anything ostentatious. He knows that clothes symbolise power, but that spending out of one’s means or dressing in the colours of a bird of paradise just symbolise a fool. He often has a calm face with a hint of a smile playing at his lips while with company. Alone his face is as cold and unmoving as a block of ice, emotionless and empty. Occasionally his true side slips through the cracks of his gentleman’s mask, but it is quickly suppressed, no more than a shadow of callousness that fades fast enough to be called a trick of the eye. Personality: Cold. Cunning. Poisonous. All words that describe the dark truth of Lock’s psyche.He is cold and manipulative, not for the sake of cruelty, but for his own survival and pleasure in strength and power. He is calm underneath it all, all the better to calculate and plan without the bothersome problems of emotions. His only true thrill is attaining power, and eliminating those who stand in his way. To himself, Lock has never sinned, for there is no sin. He only seeks power and power is his only moral. A strong social Darwinism and nihilistic outlook is steeped in his bones. While it may be a farce, he has a very genuine seeming cover over his blackened heart. When he needs to be he is kind and considerate, the first to laugh and the last one to lie. Lock seems gentlemanly and witty, ever the man off after the hearts of those around him. Little do most know he will be quick to tear out and devour, steal and manipulate those hearts, once he has them. Character History: Lock Cicuta’s story is a dark one, full of woe and pain for all who crossed his path. He was born to a woman, a widower, the son of her second husband. Her name was Selena, and she made him the soul he is. Though born into poverty in Zeltiva, she was of great beauty and cleverness, even learning herbalism and philtery from the university. She was quick to woo a rich, older suitor. However, no sooner was she married than her husband mysteriously pass away. Her second husband faired no better, only living three months after the birth of his son, Lock. Within two years Selena was married again, taking Lock with her to a husband. This one had the fortune to last five years before he died. Selena always held Lock close to her. If there was one thing she loved in this world it was her son, though her love was as twisted and cruel as the woman it arose from. She taught her child many things, how to court even the most close-hearted, how to be a good little boy, and how to be a bad one when the time called for it. Once her late third husband passed on she passed him a second gift. The art of poison. With it she educated him in the idea that all poisonous creatures have one thing in common, they all lack remorse. Remorse was the one thing that separated the viper from the hare, and allowed the viper to kill the hare when he hungered. Just before Lock’s fifteenth birthday his mother fell ill. As months went on she sickened and died. She never made it to summer. Lock made off with his inheritance and traveled to Alvadas where he lived and sharpened his skills, making himself into a tool to attain power. He returned having changed his surname, unrecognizable now grown. He had no remorse, just as mother would have always wanted. Religion: Lock worships no gods. Though for a few he has a deep respect for and pays homage. Vayt stands strongest amongst them. To Lock he represents his ideals, strength evident in every plague and poison, making the world stronger; doing all this without remorse. To Lock all gods are tools for power, but Vayt alone is the closest thing Lock has to a patron. Skills Name Points Starting XP Competency Poison 20 +20SP 0 Novice Philtering 15 +15SP 0 Novice Hypnotism 16 +15RB +1 Novice Herbalism 5 +5SP 0 Novice Stealth 5 +5SP 0 Novice Persuasion 8 +5SP +3 Novice Intelligence 2 0 +2 Novice Observation 1 0 +1 Novice *Note: Poison Families are Fungal, Moss, and Root.   First tab Lores Lore Of Poisonous Plants And Fungi of Sylira Lore Of Masked Intention of Harm To Others Connections Bring Power People With a Drink are More Approachable Philomena is a Few Boards Short of a Boat Philomena Doesn't Trust Easily Philomena Sympathizes with Loneliness Acquaintance: Dr Philomena Lefting Inventory Starting Package; -1 Set of Clothing (Red men's ascot, white dress shirt, indigo vest,black dress pants, black boots(leather), slate grey cloak) -1 Backpack ( Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap),Food for a week ,1 eating knife,Flint & Steel) -Appraisal Kit(Heirloom) -Identification Kit(Bought) -Housing (Small simple house in Zeltiva) Starting Money Expenses Total 100 nilo -50(Ident. kit) 50 nilo 50 nilo -8 nilo(brocade vest) 42 nilo 42 nilo -3 nilo(silk ascot) 39 nilo