Aron de Soto

[Aron De Soto]

Aron “Banisa” de Soto Appearance Race: Human - Svefra Gender: Male Age: 42 Birthday: 15, Autumn, 470. Birthplace: Zeltiva Mother: Vanis de Soto Pod: None Appearance: Aron is a stern-looking creature. He stands roughly 6'4" tall, of medium build. While he has begun to run to fat due to his age, he still retains quite a lot of his strength. His skin is tanned from working on his ship under the sun, though through careful intervention it has not become leathery as have so many Svefra. His hands are particularly long-fingered, dextrous and exacting, useful for his metal and gem work. Aron keeps the nails somewhat long, as they have become useful in certain aspects of his jewelcraft. It also clearly advertises his lack of need to work heavily, whereby he can consider himself an aristocrat. His legs are strong and lean, though he does suffer from back aches and pains due to long hours settled over a tiny desk in the ‘Courtesan’ peering at gems. His eyesight is prized because of this, sharp little dark blue eyes that can pinpoint the slightest fracture in a gem. Aron’s lips are thin, giving him the perpetual look of stress. They can part to form a rather charming white smile, however. His chin is neither weak nor strong, and sports a carefully groomed goatee in a triangular fashion, starting from just below the lip and ending a thumbs’ breadth beyond the chin. His hair is worn an inch or two beyond his ears, gold streaked with lighter hints of flax blonde bleached by the sun. The underhairs are such a dark blonde as to appear brown. While his neatly shaped, lobeless ears are pierced, only the left has a simple gold hoop looped into it. Lines streak his face from stresses and worries long forgotten. Character Concept Aron is a controlling man who does not take no for an answer. He prefers to use wit to corner his enemies, and would rather a man owe him a favour than kill. His love of politics and blackmail has enabled him to instill fear in enemies he chooses without so much as drawing a blade. The best weapon, to Aron, is a concealed one. Aron does possess a certain amount of arrogance and self-confidence, mostly due to his skills and the blackmail he clothes himself with. He is a very hard man to arouse to anger, and prefers to keep his emotions hidden behind a patronizing look and cold eyes. He also is given to several unusual rituals instilled throughout his day that must be completed. Obsessive by nature, he keeps the Courtesan and himself impeccably clean at all times and detests 'filthy' work. One could even go as far as to label him prissy at times, not one given to adventuring and wandering about in the muck. He would rather curl up at home with a good cup of tea and a book. However, Aron is also a very determined human being. Given obstacles will only make him try harder to overcome them, and he does not release an idea easily. He is absolutely driven to make the idea of luxury slaves palatable to Mizahar, and to put himself at the top of the money-making heap. While this seems like a self-serving goal, it has another purpose; Aron seeks to release his mother from running a brothel in Zeltiva. While she owns and runs it, he knows she longs for retirement and considers his first duty to her above all others. While easy on the eyes, Aron has never had a gift for relationships. His relations with women and men are easygoing; he likes them, they tend to like him. Everything runs rather smoothly given his charming exterior. But it falls apart when they find out his lineage, being the son of a whore and an unkknown Svefran, is less than spectacular. If they are not driven off by the uncomfortable idea of an unpodded Svefran with no discernable ties to the rest of his race, his enthusiastic ideals of slavery often do. Because of this, Aron has chosen to worship the goddess of slaves as a slaver, rather than the traditional god of the Svefrans. He feels very little kinship toward others of his race, as he has known very few excluding his mother. Everything he knows about his kind comes from her and the few men he managed to snag conversations out of in the docks.

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Name

Persian is not appropriate for a nickname as Persia doesn't exist in Mizahar. Also nicknames shouldn't be included in the Title of the CS.

Also, your race in your Profile states you as Human, but your CS states you as Svefra. These must match up.

 

DoB

Your Date of Birth must coincide with your Listed Age. If born in Fall 471, then your PC would be 41, not 42 years old.

 

History

I'm having your history review by Paragon, RS of Zeltiva. He will get back to me soon as to what he thinks, since Slavery is illegal, and I want to make sure your history is allowed.

Most of the history I can live with, but he can't trade slaves in Zeltiva - he's picked totally the wrong city for that. And his housing is way to extravagant, he can only start with starting package housing

- Paragon

 

Skills

You need to label your Starting Package (SP) skills similar to how you did your Racial Bonus (RB).

 

Possessions

You must purchase the following items and deduct them from your Ledger because you cannot get them for free: Vest

Banshee's Character Sheet Tip of the Month - June 2013

The Date of Birth (DoB) in your Character Sheet (CS) is required. What isn't required is to list an age. If you are having difficulties with putting down an age, or just get frustrated by it, just put your Date of Birth. This is the current Tip of the Month for it is one of the most common errors I see.

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[Aron De Soto]

Out of a Whore's Arms... Character History Aron was born to a Svefra in the port town of Zeltiva, with his father being an assumed fellow Svefra human male. His mother has adapted quite well in her elder age to rising from being a simple whore to madam of the same whorehouse she used to work for. Consequently Aron was raised around whores, learning the value of blackmail and charm to get what one desired as opposed to brute force. Often, clients would indulge their one-night mistresses with trade secrets or let slip the location of emergency money. The whores in turn taught Aron their meaning of luxury, politeness, and gentility. Aron thought of them as family, each with their own unusual perks. Brook, babbling happily about whatever came into her head; Merry, an optimistic redhead who gave him etiquette lessons; Kitty, a clever little thing who instructed him in the arts of the silver tongue, and his mother. Aron found his way as a simple errand boy for the whorehouse, as the whores could not move amongst the Zeltivans for a simple reason: their feet had been removed to prevent escape. Zeltiva, gem of the coast she may be, hid her nastiness well as all famous cities tended to do. The whores were not mistreated in any way, simply barred from escaping, and in that way Aron found his mother content with her lot in life. He grew strong carrying the women from room to room to visit one another, and in his youth was such a muscular creature that the madam of the house began courting the idea of earning money off of him. Aron soon found out about her plans to cut off his feet and turn him into a cripple like the rest of the girls of the house. From the ages of fifteen to twenty, he purloined money from the madam of the house, ferreting away gold in the hope of somehow becoming more than a simple son of a slave. The whores helped where they could, giving him a coin here and there to help him fund his freedom. Aron took great care in preventing the madam from finding the money, stuffing it in several places in the leaky attic of the whorehouse. Freedom finally came on his twenty second birthday with an admission into the Zeltivan University. He had enough money from seven years of saving, and still possessed his feet due to his quick wit and the convenience of not being around when the madam was wielding her cleaver. He was out of sorts and alone in the University, being much older than many of the other students who chose to join in their early to late teens. He studied metallurgy and minerals, becoming quite the accomplished craftsman by the time he graduated. He was known to be a serious, quiet and studious young man. If he had a problem with a student, it never came to blows and more than often Aron would twist the situation in his own favour. In this way, he also became known as something of a rat who could find dirt on someone in a snowstorm. He began accruing blackmail on various members of the staff, if only to ensure his own graduation without any errors. Currently, Aron has transformed the small casinor ship he owns into a thriving business through slavery. The fact that he has based it in his own private casinor makes it possible for him to ferry his product from one port to another. His business is quiet, discreet, and surprisingly open. He parades well-fed, collared slaves onto and off the ship. It was not unusual for a street brat to disappear into the Courtesan's belly, only to come out six months later a healthy, beautiful creature unrecognizable from the orphan before. Aron is careful to take boys and girls who would not be missed or sought after by parents or employers, and rarely has to use force to get his way. After all, what homeless urchin could resist a steady supply of food? Through his own private tutoring, the slave learns to read, write, and perform basic (and sometimes complicated) sums. Upon being satisfied with the slave's physical condition and mental wit, Aron silently sends out feelers to buyers. His business is calm, quiet, and unobstructive, though some Zeltivans have begun to notice the five or six young men in the city sporting complicated works of metallurgic art around their throats. These slave collars advertise the slave wearing it, making them into a silent billboard for Aron's under-the-table business.

[Aron De Soto]

...And a Serpent's Mouth Languages, Skills and Lores Languages   Common Aron's first and native tongue, learned from his mother while growing up. Aron's common is thickly accented in the Svefran fashion, as was his mother's, even though Aron has had limited experience with others of his kind. His voice is smooth and dark, honey poured over thunder.   Tukant Tukant, the language used by the Akalak, was learned by Aron when attending the University of Zeltiva. While the language is long, drawn out and complicated, Aron learned at least a working knowledge of the tukant speech. It was mainly used to translate documents on complicated metallurgic techniques, and Aron uses it much the same way. While not fluent, it is likely he could hold a conversation with a native speaker.   Symenos The mysterious spider language of the Symenos was of only academic interest to Aron. He found it a powerful and elegant tool, as well as keeping open the far-fetched dream of making a Symenestra into a pet Skills Skill Experience Notes Sailing 10/100 RB Metalsmithing 10/100 SP Geology 5/100 SP Rhetoric 20/100 SP Gemcutting 15/100 SP Lores Lore: Current Political Climate in Zeltiva Lore: Metallurgy of Silver

[Aron De Soto]

More Precious than Possession Possessions A simple white linen shirt, button down with sleeves often rolled up to the elbow when not working. Simple undergarments Soft grey silk and cotton suit vest, with attached watch chain. Leather coat, dyed a dark grey. Leather boots 1 Leather and tin waterskin 1 Leather travelling pack which contains: 1 whalebone comb, 1 whalebone brush, 1 bar of simple tallow soap scented with lavender, 1 bone-handled straight razor. 1 Eating knife (found on the Courtesan) Flint and steel Heirloom Heirloom: Aron's heirloom is a beautiful rapier and swordbreaker given to him by his mother from the days when she used to roam the high seas with a crew of her own. It is a long, slender but strong piece of well-made steel. The grip is bound in soft blue leather, and tendrils of steel surround it ready to turn a blade aimed at his hand. The blade was named 'Naviculariis', a word meaning "Sea-faring". The sword-breaker, or parrying dagger, is a short blade with a two short, front-facing hooks and a ring set above the crossbar. It's function is simple. If a blade slides down the short dagger into the hooks, or the user can 'catch' the blade within the ring, a simple turn of the wrist will snap a sword clean in two. Naviculariis Parrying Dagger

[Aron De Soto]

A House of Mine Own The Courtesan The Courtesan The 'Courtesan' is a small, elegant craft about thirty feet long. While not particularly spacious, it was built for a single man ferrying goods or travelling along the coastline. The wood is dark with pitch from waterproofing, making the bright crimson sails even more obvious. It is a double-gaff vessel, with a Bermuda-rigged main topsail and a lug-rigged mizzen topsail. The smaller mainsail makes it an easily handled craft by one man, with the smaller additional sails giving the ship balance. One advantage of the Courtesan is its unique sail type allows steering without the use of a rudder, making the rough coastal waters all the easier. Unfortunately, the multiple sails make the deck crowded for more than one man at a time, and makes transporting human cargo a royal pain. It was chosen for its small size and agility, so Aron makes do with what he has. The cabin sports a brass and red glass lantern to make it easier for his clients to find the ship, as well as being an unspoken advertisement. A lantern to guide the way... One room is Aron's, a small study containing his bed, desk, and his many books. The bookshelves are cramped up along either side of his bed along the bent walls, with small strips of leather across the spines to prevent them from falling every which way during rough seas. The bed monopolizes the room, a simple cotton mattress set on a raised platform attached to the floor to prevent the furniture sliding around. Simple black cotton sheets and a fluffy canvas and cotton comforter adorn the bed, as well as a pair of dark grey pillows gifted from his mother. At the foot of the bed is a shallow, wide chest containing his rapier and sword breaker in their sheaths. The largest room contains a tiny kitchen and relaxation area blended together, with furniture tastefully added to make the room as comfortable as possible. The kitchen is a cramped thing with an oven set against a wall. While the stone adds weight to the vessel and gives it the wierd appearance of 'smoking' while the fire is in use, it provides heat during the winter and helps to keep the inside of the vessel warm and dry. It is an acknowledged hazard, and Aron only lights the coals in calm waters or at port, since flaming bits of wood and coal could spell disaster for a ship at rough seas. The counter of the kitchen and the small cabinets above contain all of his food. He keeps limited quantities of eggs and milk in a stone cabinet designed to help keep them cool, with plenty of salted fish and some fruit to prevent disease in the other cabinets. Small pots and pans hang from hooks in the ceiling. The relaxation area consumes the rest of the 10 foot room, with a small couch and tea table resting on a simple woven rope rug. The wood of the tea table is dark and pleasing, though not expensive in any way. Aron uses this area as a sort of meeting room for clients, making them comfortable with a cup of tea while discussing the delicate matters of slave purchasing. The third room is his workroom, with a small cot for his current project as well as a large desk for him to twist and melt tiny silver and iron wires into beautiful, spidery works of art. Various tin boxes and shelves house gems and tools in order to work, though the kit is incomplete. Several of the tools are handmade or stolen from the University, some in desperate need of repair. A small oil lamp hangs above the workdesk to provide light, but fat chains attached to collars are set into the hull of the ship. As the Courtesan is a modified slaver's vessel, Aron needed something to keep his current projects from running off. The chains run the length of the ship, stopping just short of Aron's personal room. Since most of his slaves come willingly, these chains are often disused. One of Aron's slave collars, made for a young male slave by the name of Erik

[Aron De Soto]

Little Black Book Expenses Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Clothing - Silk/Fine Wool Vest -1.25 GM 98.75 GM Gemstone - Lapis Lazuli, 5 carats -4 CM 98.71 GM Gemstone - Topaz, 2 carats -2 CM 98.69 GM Sale of Slave - Beron +140 GM 238.75 GM Extra rations for new slave -25 GM 213.75 GM Current Threads Thread Location Season Notes A Search for a Buyer Zeltiva Summer 513 AV Aron captures a new slave by the name of Leith A Visit to Mother Zeltiva Summer 513 AV Aron visits his mother to learn about Kelvics Nuit are Neighbors, Not Threats Zeltiva Summer 513 AV Aron attends a lecture on Nuits.