Post by Galdrohk on Nov 6, 2011 23:12:00 GMT -5
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Character's name: Jacobla
Character's age: 24
Character's attitude:
Jacobla is, over all, his own person. He does what he pleases and subjugates himself to no one. He respects those to whom respect is due but he does not let any authority direct his actions against his will, for he would rather walk away. Jacobla feels no over-arching purpose or mission and in a world of hard times and war he has a distinct lack of severity. His only enthusiasm is in his craft, pursuing ever more dangerous and wealthy targets. When things go wrong which they often do, Jacobla wastes no time trying to repair the situation but rather adapts with spontaneity to his surroundings, sometimes thriving on rather than dreading unforeseen obstacles. It is when things go wrong Jacobla abandons caution and attacks the situation with the reckless determination of a man who thinks himself invincible. He knows he will make it out alive because that is what he chooses to do, he would allow nothing so small as impossible odds to foil him.
At the end of the day it comes down to the thrill of the heist and the pleasure if the rewards for Jacobla. He hoards his wealth, ever adding to it in various ways and rarely giving something up unless he thought it might lead to some interesting adventure or help him in the long run. This has led him into the world of trade where he constantly invests privately in businesses which in turn grow, become wealthy and worthwhile targets for theft, thus ensuring the perpetuity of his work. To Jacobla, despite his short comings in combat and magic, he is the king of what he does and god over his own destiny.
As far as interacting with other people, Jacobla rarely does. He has carefully crafted an alter ego, Balojac, through which he does business, but he and him are not the same. Balojac is an eccentric and wealthy jeweler, Balojac is occasionally cordially invited to parties in Teirm and tells fanciful tales to the gentry of wealthy inns. Jacobla though, when he has the time to be himself, eats his meals alone in a cave, travels for days without the pleasure of speaking, and has a wry, almost cynical view of the world around him. Jacobla's only interactions with other people tend to be in high society and he has developed a slightly warped view of normal life from that. When he is not traveling light on a heist Jacobla will pack all sorts of luxuries with him, dress in fine clothes and eat the finest foods, it is a lavish lifestyle that he has grown accustomed to in his wealth and vanity.
Jacobla has never killed another man, nor could he probably bring himself to do so. As one who loves life's pleasures and surprises more than perhaps any one, he could never think of taking life away from some one else.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance:
Not many people are able to get a good look at Jacobla when he is working, which he spends a lot of him time doing. His alter ego Balojac, however, is well known among traders. Lithe, deft and with dark hair and eyes, he may seem ominous at first but his friendly demeanor does well to dispel any thoughts of evil. Jacobla, after having been a successful thief for so long, has grown vain and dresses only in the finest clothes that his money can buy, when he does dress for lesiure as Balojac he prefers deep reds, or for more upscale events, black and white. On the job however Jacobla's appearance can best be described as, nondescript. Minimalist, dark, tight and non conspicuous are his goals and much coin at tailors has been able to purchase that.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons:
Jacobla rarely has to fight, his skill allows him to avoid conflict for the most part. Jacobla has however developed quite good aim with the cross-bow, a skill he has been able to put to good use by applying sedative to the darts and knocking guards out for half an hour or so depending on their reaction to it. Jacobla also has a lot of skill with the dagger, though not in a combat sense. As far as utility and showmanship though, he is a master.
Other Info:
Jacobla has many hoards of wealth scattered throughout Surda and the Empire. Some are little more than stashes of coin and jewel but when the location presents itself Jacobla holds uncountable wealth where he is sure it is safe. The main ones of these great hoards are outside and to the west of Aberon, North from Feinster in the tail of The Spine, North of Aroughs, in the forest outside of Teirm, and near Marna. He spends a great deal of his time roaming around his various holdings to check on their well-being and to add to them whatever is interesting in the area.
Jacobla also owns a small home in Teirm although not many people know of it and he does not stay there often. At a time he had thought of purchasing a mansion to use as a home for Balojac but he decided he did not have the time to maintain it and entertain the inevitable guests.
History:
Jacobla's history is known to no one but him and his brooding has embellished it in his own mind. He was born to a wealthy family in Uru'baen, son of a merchant father and musician mother. He was well on his way to becoming an educated prat in the city. Over some time though his father's business started to encroach on the royal branch. Being a vicious business man his father laughed as they sent him letters asking to recede from the market, he would tell Jacobla “Your mother makes beautiful music and I force crowns out of the king, we are the masters of what we do son, and you are destined for this same power.”
After a while though the royal branch became fed up with formalities and simply hired mercenaries who burst into their home one night. Jacobla wasn't sure what was happening but being seventeen he had sense enough to know it was bad and, in a desperate frenzy, he escaped, fleeing the city. He doesn't know whether or not his parent were killed that night but he has heard no mention of any of them in any subsequent visits to the city. That act of selfishness kept him alive, it saved and doomed him, forced to know he had fled when his family was in danger. So, not knowing where to go or how or even if he should seek vengeance, Jacobla became a beggar in Dras Leona. That was not enough for him though so he robbed the other beggars. Still not satisfied with his quality of life he stole from poor farmers, but they were not enough either.
He relocated to Teirm after a year in Dras Leona and then stole from merchants, and earls, growing in skill and wealth until he reached the point he is at today. Although he travels widely, he mostly stays close to Teirm. He rarely returns to Uru'baen and only then for short periods of time at that. He comforts himself stealing from the king thinking it a rightful vengeance for what he imagines was the death of his parents.
Role Play Sample:
Uru'baen. Jacobla did not stop to read the messages boards or partake in any political gossip inside the dark citadel. He had arrived an hour ago and if things went according to plan he would leave an hour from then. He leaned back in the shadows of dusk and took a bite from an apple. Long since past were the times he would futilely search for information on what had happened to his family, he decided they were dead long ago. Tonight he planned another small piece of revenge; planned, chewed ruminatively on his meager meal and stared moodily at the manor before him.
Magic. It was a curse in his mind. Ever since it was apparent he could never learn magic he resolved to see it as a nuisance and curious fascination, nothing more.
He eyed the pretty noble's daughters hurry home before dark and tossed the remains of his apple to the ground behind him. Night is burning. He thought with a smile, it had begun...
Despite the stubborn lock on the front door, which took many tender seconds while a guard approached, Jacobla gained entry into the manor fairly easily. He flicked eyes both careless and greedy around the fairly grand main floor of the home. Nice place, a little sparse, but nice all the same. He took down several pieces of art and roughed up and valuables he could find but he didn't take anything, except for a strikingly beautiful knife that appeared to be made from diamond. He was saving his space for whatever the pet magician that lived there kept secreted away, and the longer they worried over a destroyed antechamber, the less they worries about their secrets that seemed to remain safe.
If I were a magician... thought Jacobla, looking for a secret nook or cranny of some sort, hardly noticing the vaulted ceiling or oaken furniture he passed by. If I were a magician I would be fat, lazy and corrupt instead of just rich. He sighed and looked up the dark stair well, knowing his quarry probably lay closer to his enemy...
He hardly breathed, pressed against a large ornamental vase. Some how the magician hand been awoken and alerted of Jacobla's presence. Magic.
“I know you're here! I can feel you! What are you, an assassin? A spy? You guard your thoughts but I know you are here!” the man groped down the hall blindly yet still getting closer to Jacobla, who was concentrating on the shadow in front of him as he felt the probe reach for his mind. Steal a gem, steal from them, steal from who I will. I'll eat, I'll drink, I'll plunder my heart out, until I get my fill. He concentrated on keeping the probe out, the magician was almost to him... Closer, closer, Jacobla was unsure what he would do.
“AHA!” the magician yelled, jumping suddenly sideways at Jacobla, he was pushed into and smashed the large vase, stunned he felt his mental defenses break and scrambled to pull himself together while grappling with the magician.
“A thief! No, The thief!” he mumbled as they rolled around on broken ceramic. “You're head will fetch fortunes when they see who you are! T-” Jacobla punched his hand into the man's mouth before he could call on a spell, the magician bit on his fingers but Jacobla held onto his jaw for dear life as they rolled around. There was no thought, only action. Feeling something hard among the remains of the vase Jacobla grabbed it in his left hand and in as mighty a swing he could muster with the magician on top of him, swung it into his opponent's head, who crumbled unconscious.
Damn. Jacobla backed away slowly from the calmly breathing body. Plans and strategies raced through his head, the magician had seen who he was! He wiped his right hand on his pants and looked at what he had picked up to strike the other man with. It was a small chest that was hidden in the vase, undoubtedly full of the secret valuables Jacobla had been looking for.
Lady Luck you are a strange mistress tonight. He thought. He looked at the unconscious pile of pet magician in front of him and gripped the diamond bladed knife in his injured right hand.
Just draw it across his throat, almost like accident, hardly killing a man... the magician knew who he was, he was too dangerous to let live, yet still...
Maybe that wouldn't help, maybe, maybe magic would let them know anyways... If one of the king's pet magicians are murdered they'd be sure to investigate in full force. I just have to hope no one believes him... He eyes the small amount of blood that dripped from the dumbly smiling magician's head. Or hope I hit him hard enough to give him amnesia. But no, not kill, not death by my hands. He backed away slowly, loosening his grip on the knife.
“Magic!” he cursed, spitting on the unconscious body, then, clutching the chest of priceless magical artifacts he fled the city for his life.
This will probably not work out in my favor. He thought bitterly as he rode away. His mind was piecing together his future already, he would not be caught, no. He wouldn't die, certainly no. He would find a way to deal with this like he did with all other things. But still...
Magic.
Don't worry, Turreck and Jurslo are in the works too.
Character's name: Jacobla
Character's age: 24
Character's attitude:
Jacobla is, over all, his own person. He does what he pleases and subjugates himself to no one. He respects those to whom respect is due but he does not let any authority direct his actions against his will, for he would rather walk away. Jacobla feels no over-arching purpose or mission and in a world of hard times and war he has a distinct lack of severity. His only enthusiasm is in his craft, pursuing ever more dangerous and wealthy targets. When things go wrong which they often do, Jacobla wastes no time trying to repair the situation but rather adapts with spontaneity to his surroundings, sometimes thriving on rather than dreading unforeseen obstacles. It is when things go wrong Jacobla abandons caution and attacks the situation with the reckless determination of a man who thinks himself invincible. He knows he will make it out alive because that is what he chooses to do, he would allow nothing so small as impossible odds to foil him.
At the end of the day it comes down to the thrill of the heist and the pleasure if the rewards for Jacobla. He hoards his wealth, ever adding to it in various ways and rarely giving something up unless he thought it might lead to some interesting adventure or help him in the long run. This has led him into the world of trade where he constantly invests privately in businesses which in turn grow, become wealthy and worthwhile targets for theft, thus ensuring the perpetuity of his work. To Jacobla, despite his short comings in combat and magic, he is the king of what he does and god over his own destiny.
As far as interacting with other people, Jacobla rarely does. He has carefully crafted an alter ego, Balojac, through which he does business, but he and him are not the same. Balojac is an eccentric and wealthy jeweler, Balojac is occasionally cordially invited to parties in Teirm and tells fanciful tales to the gentry of wealthy inns. Jacobla though, when he has the time to be himself, eats his meals alone in a cave, travels for days without the pleasure of speaking, and has a wry, almost cynical view of the world around him. Jacobla's only interactions with other people tend to be in high society and he has developed a slightly warped view of normal life from that. When he is not traveling light on a heist Jacobla will pack all sorts of luxuries with him, dress in fine clothes and eat the finest foods, it is a lavish lifestyle that he has grown accustomed to in his wealth and vanity.
Jacobla has never killed another man, nor could he probably bring himself to do so. As one who loves life's pleasures and surprises more than perhaps any one, he could never think of taking life away from some one else.
Character's Race: Human
Character's appearance:
Not many people are able to get a good look at Jacobla when he is working, which he spends a lot of him time doing. His alter ego Balojac, however, is well known among traders. Lithe, deft and with dark hair and eyes, he may seem ominous at first but his friendly demeanor does well to dispel any thoughts of evil. Jacobla, after having been a successful thief for so long, has grown vain and dresses only in the finest clothes that his money can buy, when he does dress for lesiure as Balojac he prefers deep reds, or for more upscale events, black and white. On the job however Jacobla's appearance can best be described as, nondescript. Minimalist, dark, tight and non conspicuous are his goals and much coin at tailors has been able to purchase that.
Character's allegiance: Neutral
Weapons:
Jacobla rarely has to fight, his skill allows him to avoid conflict for the most part. Jacobla has however developed quite good aim with the cross-bow, a skill he has been able to put to good use by applying sedative to the darts and knocking guards out for half an hour or so depending on their reaction to it. Jacobla also has a lot of skill with the dagger, though not in a combat sense. As far as utility and showmanship though, he is a master.
Other Info:
Jacobla has many hoards of wealth scattered throughout Surda and the Empire. Some are little more than stashes of coin and jewel but when the location presents itself Jacobla holds uncountable wealth where he is sure it is safe. The main ones of these great hoards are outside and to the west of Aberon, North from Feinster in the tail of The Spine, North of Aroughs, in the forest outside of Teirm, and near Marna. He spends a great deal of his time roaming around his various holdings to check on their well-being and to add to them whatever is interesting in the area.
Jacobla also owns a small home in Teirm although not many people know of it and he does not stay there often. At a time he had thought of purchasing a mansion to use as a home for Balojac but he decided he did not have the time to maintain it and entertain the inevitable guests.
History:
Jacobla's history is known to no one but him and his brooding has embellished it in his own mind. He was born to a wealthy family in Uru'baen, son of a merchant father and musician mother. He was well on his way to becoming an educated prat in the city. Over some time though his father's business started to encroach on the royal branch. Being a vicious business man his father laughed as they sent him letters asking to recede from the market, he would tell Jacobla “Your mother makes beautiful music and I force crowns out of the king, we are the masters of what we do son, and you are destined for this same power.”
After a while though the royal branch became fed up with formalities and simply hired mercenaries who burst into their home one night. Jacobla wasn't sure what was happening but being seventeen he had sense enough to know it was bad and, in a desperate frenzy, he escaped, fleeing the city. He doesn't know whether or not his parent were killed that night but he has heard no mention of any of them in any subsequent visits to the city. That act of selfishness kept him alive, it saved and doomed him, forced to know he had fled when his family was in danger. So, not knowing where to go or how or even if he should seek vengeance, Jacobla became a beggar in Dras Leona. That was not enough for him though so he robbed the other beggars. Still not satisfied with his quality of life he stole from poor farmers, but they were not enough either.
He relocated to Teirm after a year in Dras Leona and then stole from merchants, and earls, growing in skill and wealth until he reached the point he is at today. Although he travels widely, he mostly stays close to Teirm. He rarely returns to Uru'baen and only then for short periods of time at that. He comforts himself stealing from the king thinking it a rightful vengeance for what he imagines was the death of his parents.
Role Play Sample:
Uru'baen. Jacobla did not stop to read the messages boards or partake in any political gossip inside the dark citadel. He had arrived an hour ago and if things went according to plan he would leave an hour from then. He leaned back in the shadows of dusk and took a bite from an apple. Long since past were the times he would futilely search for information on what had happened to his family, he decided they were dead long ago. Tonight he planned another small piece of revenge; planned, chewed ruminatively on his meager meal and stared moodily at the manor before him.
Magic. It was a curse in his mind. Ever since it was apparent he could never learn magic he resolved to see it as a nuisance and curious fascination, nothing more.
He eyed the pretty noble's daughters hurry home before dark and tossed the remains of his apple to the ground behind him. Night is burning. He thought with a smile, it had begun...
Despite the stubborn lock on the front door, which took many tender seconds while a guard approached, Jacobla gained entry into the manor fairly easily. He flicked eyes both careless and greedy around the fairly grand main floor of the home. Nice place, a little sparse, but nice all the same. He took down several pieces of art and roughed up and valuables he could find but he didn't take anything, except for a strikingly beautiful knife that appeared to be made from diamond. He was saving his space for whatever the pet magician that lived there kept secreted away, and the longer they worried over a destroyed antechamber, the less they worries about their secrets that seemed to remain safe.
If I were a magician... thought Jacobla, looking for a secret nook or cranny of some sort, hardly noticing the vaulted ceiling or oaken furniture he passed by. If I were a magician I would be fat, lazy and corrupt instead of just rich. He sighed and looked up the dark stair well, knowing his quarry probably lay closer to his enemy...
He hardly breathed, pressed against a large ornamental vase. Some how the magician hand been awoken and alerted of Jacobla's presence. Magic.
“I know you're here! I can feel you! What are you, an assassin? A spy? You guard your thoughts but I know you are here!” the man groped down the hall blindly yet still getting closer to Jacobla, who was concentrating on the shadow in front of him as he felt the probe reach for his mind. Steal a gem, steal from them, steal from who I will. I'll eat, I'll drink, I'll plunder my heart out, until I get my fill. He concentrated on keeping the probe out, the magician was almost to him... Closer, closer, Jacobla was unsure what he would do.
“AHA!” the magician yelled, jumping suddenly sideways at Jacobla, he was pushed into and smashed the large vase, stunned he felt his mental defenses break and scrambled to pull himself together while grappling with the magician.
“A thief! No, The thief!” he mumbled as they rolled around on broken ceramic. “You're head will fetch fortunes when they see who you are! T-” Jacobla punched his hand into the man's mouth before he could call on a spell, the magician bit on his fingers but Jacobla held onto his jaw for dear life as they rolled around. There was no thought, only action. Feeling something hard among the remains of the vase Jacobla grabbed it in his left hand and in as mighty a swing he could muster with the magician on top of him, swung it into his opponent's head, who crumbled unconscious.
Damn. Jacobla backed away slowly from the calmly breathing body. Plans and strategies raced through his head, the magician had seen who he was! He wiped his right hand on his pants and looked at what he had picked up to strike the other man with. It was a small chest that was hidden in the vase, undoubtedly full of the secret valuables Jacobla had been looking for.
Lady Luck you are a strange mistress tonight. He thought. He looked at the unconscious pile of pet magician in front of him and gripped the diamond bladed knife in his injured right hand.
Just draw it across his throat, almost like accident, hardly killing a man... the magician knew who he was, he was too dangerous to let live, yet still...
Maybe that wouldn't help, maybe, maybe magic would let them know anyways... If one of the king's pet magicians are murdered they'd be sure to investigate in full force. I just have to hope no one believes him... He eyes the small amount of blood that dripped from the dumbly smiling magician's head. Or hope I hit him hard enough to give him amnesia. But no, not kill, not death by my hands. He backed away slowly, loosening his grip on the knife.
“Magic!” he cursed, spitting on the unconscious body, then, clutching the chest of priceless magical artifacts he fled the city for his life.
This will probably not work out in my favor. He thought bitterly as he rode away. His mind was piecing together his future already, he would not be caught, no. He wouldn't die, certainly no. He would find a way to deal with this like he did with all other things. But still...
Magic.
Don't worry, Turreck and Jurslo are in the works too.
