Post by iapetus on Jun 27, 2017 11:28:30 GMT -5
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Character's name: Pierre
Character's age: 48
Character's Attitude: Quiet, careful of his speech and observant. Pierre always means what he says. He puts up with all kinds of bluster if it will lead to a sale, but has no difficulty throwing someone out on their ear if they are wasting his time. Not particularly adventurous, Pierre is a bachelor content with his life and business. He also does a good deal of charity, honouring the man whose one kind act was all that kept him from a life in the street gutters.
Character's Race: Human
Character's Appearance: Male, 5’ 8”, a slim build and light brown hair that is normally pulled back into a short ponytail. Pierre’s daily attire is a woolen tunic and breeches, along with stockings and wooden shoes. The clothes are typically dyed in the cheapest colours, green and brown, but he has some more exotic items for the occasions when he is invited to the gatherings among the nobility.
Character's Allegiance: Dragon Riders, Surda
Weapons: Pierre keeps a rapier near him during working hours, but normally goes out with nothing more than a dagger tied to the inside of his left forearm under his sleeve. He isn’t particularly handy with weapons of any other sort, including his fists.
Other Info: A jeweller by trade, Pierre is also in possession of a spelled brooch that allows him to store memories inside jewels. How long the memories last before beginning to degrade depends on the quality of the gem and they can be accessed by anyone with the ability to touch others’ minds. He also possesses a small sapphire ring which holds Dupan’s memories of his parents. The ring is spelled so the rememberance can be viewed simply by touching it.
History: Pierre’s parents, Mortimer and Kematia, were killed in a nighttime robbery when he was barely old to sit up by himself. With no other family that he knows of, he would have died if their widower neighbour Dupan had not taken him in and raised him. Dupan taught his new charge how to read, write and do his sums, how to use a rapier and everything he could about the jeweler’s business. By the time he was eight Pierre was assisting customers in the store, and by the time he was twelve more than one of the nobility had felt the point of his rapier in their sides after they tried to walk out with unpaid merchandise. When Pierre was fifteen he and Dupan were approached by one of Deynor’s agents to begin relaying information for the Varden. They were given a spelled brooch that would enable them to place memories within an item. Agents of the Varden would meet them and disclose what they had found, then the jeweler or his apprentice would hide their memories of the information inside a lowgrade gem or trinket and smuggle it out of the city, usually on the finger of a friendly caravanneer. Dupan died just a few months after Galbatorix’s suicide, leaving the business and all his possessions to Pierre. Since then, the jeweler’s business has remained strong under the rule of Nausada and Pierre is content with his life. In addition to jewelery he still quietly stores memories in gems, usually working with a spellcaster to make them accessible to non-mages. This side of his business straddles both sides of the law, providing the service to people seeking tangible evidence for the courts and to those select clientele with other uses for such an asset. He can often be seen walking the streets in the mornings and evenings with a bag of old bread for Teirm’s orphans and cripples, bringing what little aid he can to those whose lot he could have shared.
Role Play Sample: Pierre sighed as the bells hung on the door rang again. He had three intaglios to finish by the end of the month and a cameo for Lord Ford’s newest belt, supposedly made of dragon hide. The idea that anyone had found a wild dragon’s nest and killed it was as laughable as most of Ford’s boasts, but even more so would it be when the Riders heard of it: they had made it clear that dragon hunting of any kind would not be tolerated, even if it were only imaginary.
Shifting through the doorway from his workroom to the front where he did business, Pierre took a glance at the newcomer, appraising whether he was here for something simple or another commission. The man had a hooded headcovering which fell over his back, making his features difficult to see. Tall, dressed in gloves and dark clothing, the man was obviously from Alagaesia – no Surdan of any sort would be wearing clothing that warm in the height of summer.
He must be roasting, Pierre thought. What he asked was simply, “May I be of assistance?”
The stranger looked up from the trinkets adorning the shelves that were Pierre’s smaller wares. “Yes,” he replied, the single word betraying a northern accent. “I have need of your services. I understand you know Javiel?”
A cautious air permeated the room as dealer and client studied each other. The man’s accent was definitely from the north, but few enough Alagaesians traveled to Surda that for one to be seeking this particular service Pierre offered was reason to be suspicious. Javiel was a pseudonym of a mage with whom Pierre’s business interests colluded from time to time, but these particular undertakings were not ones that either man wanted made generally known.
“How is his wife doing?” Pierre eyed up the stranger as he asked the security question. “I heard a few weeks ago that she is expecting their third any day now.”
“I’m sorry to say, the baby was born with a split lip. The mother died during labour.” The man delivered the news with a detachment that, combined with the right answer and the fact that Javiel was also a bachelor, reassured Pierre he was a genuine client.
Unless he made Javiel talk, in which case it does not matter what I do now, the jeweler reflected.
“I’m very sorry to here that, she was my favorite cousin,” Pierre finished the arranged code. “Please, join me in my workroom for a moment and help me honor her memory.”
Character's name: Pierre
Character's age: 48
Character's Attitude: Quiet, careful of his speech and observant. Pierre always means what he says. He puts up with all kinds of bluster if it will lead to a sale, but has no difficulty throwing someone out on their ear if they are wasting his time. Not particularly adventurous, Pierre is a bachelor content with his life and business. He also does a good deal of charity, honouring the man whose one kind act was all that kept him from a life in the street gutters.
Character's Race: Human
Character's Appearance: Male, 5’ 8”, a slim build and light brown hair that is normally pulled back into a short ponytail. Pierre’s daily attire is a woolen tunic and breeches, along with stockings and wooden shoes. The clothes are typically dyed in the cheapest colours, green and brown, but he has some more exotic items for the occasions when he is invited to the gatherings among the nobility.
Character's Allegiance: Dragon Riders, Surda
Weapons: Pierre keeps a rapier near him during working hours, but normally goes out with nothing more than a dagger tied to the inside of his left forearm under his sleeve. He isn’t particularly handy with weapons of any other sort, including his fists.
Other Info: A jeweller by trade, Pierre is also in possession of a spelled brooch that allows him to store memories inside jewels. How long the memories last before beginning to degrade depends on the quality of the gem and they can be accessed by anyone with the ability to touch others’ minds. He also possesses a small sapphire ring which holds Dupan’s memories of his parents. The ring is spelled so the rememberance can be viewed simply by touching it.
History: Pierre’s parents, Mortimer and Kematia, were killed in a nighttime robbery when he was barely old to sit up by himself. With no other family that he knows of, he would have died if their widower neighbour Dupan had not taken him in and raised him. Dupan taught his new charge how to read, write and do his sums, how to use a rapier and everything he could about the jeweler’s business. By the time he was eight Pierre was assisting customers in the store, and by the time he was twelve more than one of the nobility had felt the point of his rapier in their sides after they tried to walk out with unpaid merchandise. When Pierre was fifteen he and Dupan were approached by one of Deynor’s agents to begin relaying information for the Varden. They were given a spelled brooch that would enable them to place memories within an item. Agents of the Varden would meet them and disclose what they had found, then the jeweler or his apprentice would hide their memories of the information inside a lowgrade gem or trinket and smuggle it out of the city, usually on the finger of a friendly caravanneer. Dupan died just a few months after Galbatorix’s suicide, leaving the business and all his possessions to Pierre. Since then, the jeweler’s business has remained strong under the rule of Nausada and Pierre is content with his life. In addition to jewelery he still quietly stores memories in gems, usually working with a spellcaster to make them accessible to non-mages. This side of his business straddles both sides of the law, providing the service to people seeking tangible evidence for the courts and to those select clientele with other uses for such an asset. He can often be seen walking the streets in the mornings and evenings with a bag of old bread for Teirm’s orphans and cripples, bringing what little aid he can to those whose lot he could have shared.
Role Play Sample: Pierre sighed as the bells hung on the door rang again. He had three intaglios to finish by the end of the month and a cameo for Lord Ford’s newest belt, supposedly made of dragon hide. The idea that anyone had found a wild dragon’s nest and killed it was as laughable as most of Ford’s boasts, but even more so would it be when the Riders heard of it: they had made it clear that dragon hunting of any kind would not be tolerated, even if it were only imaginary.
Shifting through the doorway from his workroom to the front where he did business, Pierre took a glance at the newcomer, appraising whether he was here for something simple or another commission. The man had a hooded headcovering which fell over his back, making his features difficult to see. Tall, dressed in gloves and dark clothing, the man was obviously from Alagaesia – no Surdan of any sort would be wearing clothing that warm in the height of summer.
He must be roasting, Pierre thought. What he asked was simply, “May I be of assistance?”
The stranger looked up from the trinkets adorning the shelves that were Pierre’s smaller wares. “Yes,” he replied, the single word betraying a northern accent. “I have need of your services. I understand you know Javiel?”
A cautious air permeated the room as dealer and client studied each other. The man’s accent was definitely from the north, but few enough Alagaesians traveled to Surda that for one to be seeking this particular service Pierre offered was reason to be suspicious. Javiel was a pseudonym of a mage with whom Pierre’s business interests colluded from time to time, but these particular undertakings were not ones that either man wanted made generally known.
“How is his wife doing?” Pierre eyed up the stranger as he asked the security question. “I heard a few weeks ago that she is expecting their third any day now.”
“I’m sorry to say, the baby was born with a split lip. The mother died during labour.” The man delivered the news with a detachment that, combined with the right answer and the fact that Javiel was also a bachelor, reassured Pierre he was a genuine client.
Unless he made Javiel talk, in which case it does not matter what I do now, the jeweler reflected.
“I’m very sorry to here that, she was my favorite cousin,” Pierre finished the arranged code. “Please, join me in my workroom for a moment and help me honor her memory.”
