Ayden

[Ayden]

Ayden Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 30 Birthday: 4th Day, Summer, 483. Birthplace: Syliras Appearance: Height: 5’10” Weight: 187lbs Build: Athletic Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Brown/Obsidian Scars: Ayden bares many scars upon him in varying degrees of size, form, and visibility. One of the most prominent scars is the brand of the slave upon his right forearm. It stands in the form of a, “G”, though altered as the sigil for his masters house. (See top right of Avatar Image) Character Concept Personality: Free spirited would be putting it in simple terms. Some would say that he is jovial and carefree while others would claim he is egotistical, narcissistic, and fool-hearty. It all depends on how you take upon yourself to view the man. Ethics: He does not serve a purpose, in his own heart, other than to live his life as long as he is given the chance to do so. Though that has never stayed his course from dangerous pursuit. If one thing were to be said about his good deeds, it would be his willingness to offer aid when he is capable. Even if that means the very shirt from his shoulders or last Miza from pocket to feed starving child. Some who would look upon him may take offence to his antics and jests. He could be seen as a light hearted fool, a good for nothing jester, or even as some have chosen to inform him, “an idiot incapable of holding his tongue in the presence of his betters.” For better or worse, he is who he is and seldom corrects himself unless he has truly made error aside from personal slight upon someone incapable of receiving jest. Likes: “I am for wine, and the embrace of questionable women.” Wine The occasional Herb Companionship Training Fighting Dislikes: "You would see these hands to purpose!" Being beaten Being judged due to his size instead of his capability Being commanded to do something Character History Pre- He didn’t exactly have a sob story past, yet neither did he have the safest of upbringings. Children hardly do, especially those with the misfortune of being an orphan. He was brought up from a young age to tend and fend for himself and his, “Brothers and Sisters,” which would later in life prove to be most of the common down trodden. This was taught, through toil and training, to fight for sport. Cruelty knew no bounds when it sought to forge him into a capable weapon, yet even delicate and tender things can grow in darkness. He did not let those darker years of the past twist him with malice at heart, though it often motivates his hands to purpose when the poor are treated unjust. Though he isn’t famous for it, and certainly doesn’t tell the most accurate or outstanding stories, he enjoys fighting. Not just the physical. Even the prize money doesn’t cling to his heart with greedy hooks. It’s the contest. The win or lose… The glory that comes from out matching an opponent with some aiding weapons, but with one’s own hands in a primal fashion. The blood and grit and broken bones. (Most is intended to be detailed via, “Play in the Past,” threads but a bit will be divulged here just to add flavor and a tiny bit of insight to this character) Ayden, or so he was named by those who took care of him. They were nice enough, if unfortunately incapable of taking care of their own family without the extra mouth to feed. The household had two other little boys, roughly Ayden’s age by a few years or so. Poverty led them to do what was needed in order to provide, though this rarely meant stealing. They, even as children, felt little honor in that. Instead they started fighting for their meals, not as a part of the guards or knights of Syliras. They took to back alleys and back rooms to brawl for sport and entertainment. Gambling houses and inns seeking entertainment for their crowds saw the boys pitted in fierce, yet restrained competition as they grew. At first it was just to placate them, a less then obvious way for someone to give them coin or food without it being an actual hand out. But as they grew, their sport grew more vicious. Blood would be drawn in almost every bought. Sometimes a bone broken. When he was ten he met a girl, Alevadra Durva. A scrappy little thing that played just as rough as any boy. It was by chance, and only sympathy as Ayden thought, that graced her to offer aid after a minor dispute with some other kids. Ayden had lost, but still stood as if he had endured the onslaught of an entire village unscathed, broken ribs and battered face betraying the laugh and smile he presented. They quickly became friends, brawling with one another despite age or gender differences. Though in time Alevadra’s path would stray away from the carefree rough housing of youths and gather focus upon honor and duty. Ayden gave no fault or flak. Truth was that he never felt himself worthy of being a guard or knight despite his friends pleading. Those were honorable positions and he, within the darkest reaches of his heart and mind; he could never come to terms with the fact that his true family never wanted him. So how could ever amount to anything honorable? He remained focused on providing for the family that took him in. That was until a sickness took hold of their domicile. Like all who are in poverty, the cramped space was a death trap slowly closing in on every last member. Weeding out the weak and impairing the strong until even they fell like fragile shards of glass upon the earthen floor. Ayden ran from his loss without as much as a word to Alevadra. He was partially afraid that he would get her sick too. Instead of risking it, he fled. His grief, his guilt, pushed him far away from Syliras. Away from the ruined family that he, somehow in his mind, failed. This is where his story becomes much less open, as far as he is willing to tell that is. (As well as far as I am willing to outline without actually playing it out) The following years he spent in Sunberth. Not so much under his own free will as much as it was just some place to be for a time. That is until he ran the misfortune of owing the wrong person miza’s. He was indentured, a slave to the cruel whims of a man he prefers not to birth name of. His knack for brawling showed to be a point of refined interest in his, “Master.” It resulted in rigorous training and forced fights against overwhelming and unsurpassable odds, not to make Ayden a better fighter, but to break his will. His master was the epitome of evil as far as Ayden and the rest of the slaves he served next to were concerned. Cold, calloused, and methodical in his torments which he disguised as, “Lessons.” Despite that mans attempt to destroy from within, he actually aided the kindling of a flame. Resolution bred endurance from a tiny spark to an overwhelming flame within Ayden’s beating heart. The reason behind his uprising from the house of his master is a story he doesn’t tell to just anyone who asks. More often than not he will feign to recall some account far too ridiculous to be true. Some are smart enough to let it lie as it is, the past. But when others attempt to pry against caution, well… That’s when trouble will rise. And after fourteen years of that sort of, “Training,” you can believe that a whole lot of trouble can come from that seemingly small package that is Ayden. Language Fluent Language: Common Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Unarmed Combat 30 SP 30 Competent Observation 15 RB 15 Novice Running 10 SP 10 Novice Acrobatics 5 SP 5 Novice Body Building 5 SP 5 Novice Lores Lore- Targeting weakness in armored enemies, though some might not be as practical or reachable as others. Lore- Disarming, not the wielding of, foes weaponry. Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak -Simple Boots 3x Waterskin (Filled with Common Wine) 1 Backpack which contains: -1 Winter Blanket (*W. Blanket on Purchase list) -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Housing Location: Syliras House: Looks like, well either an Inn or the street... Towards his own risk of course Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM, +500 600 GM W. Blanket 5 SM 599 GM, 5 SM Water Skin 1 GM, 1 GM 597 GM Common Wine 2 SM 597 GM, 3 SM Thread List Link your current & past threads here!