
Appearance
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Birthday: Season of Winter, Day 65, 479 AV
Birthplace: Syliras, born and raised
Character Concept
Jantys is probably the oldest squire they have had in some time, and at the very least the most cynical. Although he comes from a line of knights, he only now is keeping up the tradition, and anyone passing by would assume his heart is not into it, judging from his cynical and bad-tempered nature. Yet he sticks with it, learning the basics of knighthood.
Jantys is, as previously stated, relatively mean-tempered and sarcastic. While he can be polite and respectful (albeit grudgingly) to those who he must be respectful to, he has no real, honest respect for anybody, including himself. Years of living a low life have given him a rough and uncouth cast that is hard to shake, but soft patches are abound if you know where to look. While prickly, his moral fiber and sense of justice and right and wrong are rather sound, although it was not always this way. He lacks somewhat in sympathy, largely because he hates getting it himself.
Character History
The Vane family was once a line of Syliran Knights, with their membership stretching back a few generations. Jantys was the newest in the line, the eldest and only son. His mother was a knight, his father a scribe. He grew up expecting to be a squire, but he never went through with it; the reasons are hardly known to him anymore, lost in the sands of time.
Part of it was the untimely death of his mother at eight, which informed him of the dangers of the lands past Syliras; very real, very deadly dangers. Fear was not the only thing that held him back, though it was formidable; his father begged him not to go into the profession that killed his wife, and Jantys acquiesced to his father's demands. Over time, he scratched out a small job in town as an apprentice scribe, but his restlessness caused him to get up to occasional trouble. He grew to dislike the knights, for they prevented him from taking things he wanted and bettering himself on the efforts of others.
By the time he was of age to be a square, no knight in hell would accept the lad, even if he wanted to be accepted; mean-spirited, uncouth, and rambling, he worked menial tasks around town and used the pay to get drunk. This sad manner of life followed him for twenty years, turning him into a drunkard fool with little sense. These years are still a haze for him, but he recalls his father died during this time.
One day, while in a drunken haze, some Syliran Knights accosted him. Angry but cautious, he asked what it was about, only to be told that his mother's body had finally been found. It was little more than a skeleton at this point, but they had salvaged all they could. Along with some rusted, useless armor and weaponry, they handed Jantys a small, rusted iron ring.
From then on, Jantys could not get his past or this ring out of his head. He could not throw it away, it was too dear to him, but while it was with him, the long-lost memories of his discarded fate continued to knock at his mind, turning his drinking sour and his disposition sourer. Finally, after a particularly bad binge in which he blacked out, he found he had lost the ring. Frantic to get it back, it took Jantys a week of searching all over town to find the missing relic.
Completely without money of any kind, Jantys tried to get back to work, only to find he had quit his job during the blackout, and was therefore completely without work. He would have to turn to panhandling.
Something in Jantys rose up. He would not be that low. Yes, he was a drunkard, and yes, he was a shadow of what could have been, whatever frothy poetic nonsense you want to couch it in, but he had POTENTIAL, and he knew it. He could still be something.
The ring now around his neck on a length of string, the man left the streets and entered the Squirehood, if not for his long-lost future or his mother, then for the clean bed and the three square meals.
Language
Fluent Language: Common
Skills
Skill | SP (RP) | Total |
Brawling | 0 (15) | 19 |
Rhetoric | 5 | 10 |
Weapon (Longsword) | 8 | 13 |
Riding | 7 | 7 |
Archery (Longbow) | 5 | 5 |
Acrobatics | 5 | 7 |
Subterfuge | 15 | 15 |
Begging | 5 | 5 |
Unarmed Combat | 0 | 2 |
Bodybuilding | 0 | 3 |
Socialization | 0 | 4 |
Observation | 0 | 9 |
Intimidation | 0 | 3 |
Weapon (Shield) | 0 | 1 |
Running | 0 | 1 |
Lores
Rinn, Mischievous Ghost
A Simple Game
Streetfight
Tough Training
Best & Worst Drinking Estabilishments in Syliras
Syliras Streetplan
Completely Bankrupt
Jantys: Scummy Squire
Petching Kelvic
Tense Situation In The Stallion
Spar Between Novices
I... Won?
Still Completely Mizaless
Rinn: You Again...
Treated For A Drink By The Barmaid Herself
Foreign Girl In A Tavern
Kaie: Acquaintance
Rhetoric: Bitter Old Cynicism
Rhetoric: The Art of Insults
Observational Insight: Predicting A Feint
A Strange Encounter
A Talk with an Odd Ghost
Possessions
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak or Coat
-Simple Boots
-Waterskin
-Backpack
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
-Scabbard (longsword)
-Deck of Cards
-Punching Dagger
-Longsword
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak or Coat
-Simple Boots
-Waterskin
-Backpack
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
-Scabbard (longsword)
-Deck of Cards
-Punching Dagger
-Longsword
Heirloom: The 'heirloom' in question is a piece of string that Jantys wears around his neck, with a small, rusty iron ring attached to it. It is the ring of the Vane family, possessed by his mother, a former Knight. Jantys has sworn to never polish it until he upholds his family's tradition.
Housing
Location: Where in Mizahar are you living?
House: He is currently freeloading at the Square's Dormitories.
Ledger
Purchase | Cost |
Starting | +34 GM |
Dagger (Punching) | -2 GM |
Scabbard (Longsword) | -7 GM |
Longsword | -15 GM |
Playing Cards | -10 GM |
Summer 513 A.V Living Expenses (Squire) | 0 GM |
TOTAL | 0 GM |