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by quidhala on Thu Nov 29, 2007 6:23 am
OOC: I just want to post my characters. The freeze is still in effect.
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Name: Kade “Tadpole” Pastle
Age: 19
Gender: Male(Human)
Appearance: He is a young man with a large build for his 5’11” height and young age. He is clean cut and has shortly cropped brown hair. His eyes are creased and dark and his face lean with a scar across his right temple into his hair. He always wears a worn leather coat that is his most valued possession. He wares various colourful shirts with a brown linen vest and matching linen pants. He enjoys wearing no shoes when possible, but usually wears heavy leather travelling boots. He caries his Uncles collapsible display case on his back which stores much of their merchandise. He has a weathered steel rapier strapped to his belt
Personality: He is an honest, proud, and quiet man. He sees himself as a defender of his family. He will start a fight with little provocation when it comes to his Uncle, himself or his jacket. He is very bright but not quite as clever as Winston. Even though he has grown up with Winston philosophising on morality he still feels that what they do is wrong and dislikes lies. Kade gets annoyed with his Uncle when he drones on about random facts. He longs to settle down and live somewhere he can make friends and have a normal life. He wishes his Uncle would spend a little less money on fancy food and tobacco and be a little more generous with him. He is awkward with women.
Talents: After years of being around Uncle Winston he has learned to sniff out a lie. Despite his feelings he is moderately talented at concealing his own motives, bartering, and spinning subtle lies. His dislike of deception will overwhelm him at times destroying the lies he is spinning. He possesses much folk-knowledge with a Winston bent to it. He is a very talented brawler, using his fists and any weapon he can improvise. He has started to practice fencing with an old rapier and has taken to it with ease. He is quite strong. He is a skilled survivalist.
Background: He had a loving family. His mother had sung to him. His mother had died. His mother was barely in the ground when his father pulled him from their home, boarded a coach, and road off to track down some uncle he had never heard of. He kicked and screamed until he calmed, and then he screamed some more. He was locked in a room while his father and uncle had argued. He’d hid himself in the closet and cried on the floor while he heard them fight, and then someone smashed something made of glass. For a time he kept crying there in the dark. The closet door opened slowly and he saw a strange face sadly smiling down at him, a trickle of blood from his hairline. “Let’s get you something to eat.” He kept quiet for a long time. For days his uncle had to communicate with him by asking him questions and reading his blank stare or interpreting grunts. When they began travelling his pain became only a dull ache. Sometimes at night the wind would blow through the trees and he thought he could hear his mother’s voice. Some nights he heard her singing or smelled her perfume on the breeze. He would settle to sleep, and in the morning he felt calmed. He enjoyed listening to Winston’s stories, but Kade got the feeling that some things were made-up. Winston was a funny guy, and he talked to Kade like a grown-up, not a little kid. Sometimes he talked when Kade would rather be still and listen to the wind in the canyons. Winston started calling him Tadpole after he had hopped across a river on some stones and fallen in. That really annoyed him, and he said so, but his Uncle kept on. The first time he had tried to help Winston with his sales he messed it up. He was supposed to play cripple and drink his magic tonic and be healed, but he must have done it wrong because a man in the crowd came up to him and pulled away his crutch and Kade just stood there cringing instead of falling down like a cripple would. That didn’t turn out well. Most of the time things went better, but Kade didn’t like lying to strangers. He was no longer a scrawny young boy; he looked too healthy to help sell the “magic” tonic anymore. His uncle saw he had little talent for deception so he was more of a valet and bodyguard now. He was big enough and had been in enough scrapes to learn how to take care of himself. He had been beaten enough that he wasn’t afraid to take a hit. One time he had fought off three highwaymen at once and it had surprised him. Uncle Winston had bolted behind a bush, he understood Winston was a coward, he didn’t care, someone had to protect them. He had taken each one down with a single punch. He’d laid them out cold. It didn’t seem possible to him. It was like a surge of power had flown through him. “You sure gave it to ‘em.” Winston smiled broadly as he stepped out from behind a large boulder. “I always knew you had it in you.” They didn’t have too many problems after that.
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Name: Dr. Winston Easol
Age: 42
Gender: Male(Human)
Element: Wind
Appearance: He has a kindly face that is weathered from constant travel. He looks every one of his 42 years and then some. He is 5’7” and slightly stooped with a medium frame and a small pot belly. His hair is mostly grey with some brown patches remaining. His immaculate beard covers his face and is trimmed short with a bold sculpted moustache perched above his mouth. He dresses in a simple suit of thick dusty tweed that at one time may have been grey. He wears a black tie and a clean white shirt whenever possible. He wears glasses with false lenses, though he only needs his reading glasses. Stringy, medium length hair forces its way in every direction from under a tall cap that covers his bald pate. He travels in a rugged pair of leather boots, whenever he is near any town or encampment he makes sure to change into a pair of glossy black dress shoes. He has a large gnarled walking stick, a bowie knife on his belt and shoulders a large rucksack with exotic bric-a-brac hanging from it.
Personality: He is well educated and labels himself as a doctor, archaeologist and Renaissance man. He is a cunning trickster and confidence man, always interested in making some easy money, though he never acknowledges any deception on his part. He has two personas which he changes to fit the situation; the sweet befuddled old man, and the astute Doctor whose manner and way of speaking demand authority. He is pompous and dislikes people who act as if they know more than him, or see through his tricks. He is stingy and dresses a bit poorly but he has his small vanities. His shoes, clothes and beard must always be maintained. He has a taste for exotic delicacies. He adores his nephew and always shares what he has, or knows with Kade, though he has some secrets. When it comes to blows he always prefers to fight another day or let Kade deal with the trouble.
Talents: He is a master of the con and salesmanship. He has a great knowledge of folk-lore, folk-medicine and ancient civilizations. He has a minor brewing ability to make tonics and potions with unpredictable results. He is a skilled survivalist. His many run-ins with justice have made him an adept escape artist. His greed and inquisitiveness are so great that it overtakes his senses leading him to action that could endanger himself or others. He is in good shape but his age is taking its toll.
Background: For years he has been a travelling salesman, a healer, a conman, and a seeker of knowledge. Always a dreamer and showing no interest in work he left his family home at the age of 20 and only looked back once. Nine years ago his sister, Junelle, died from a wasting disease. Falling into a dark depression and not wanting to raise a child that reminded him of his dear wife, Jackson sought out his brother-in-law, Winston, and forced the young boy upon him. Travelling alone for a number of years had left Winston a little rough around the edges and the boy was quite difficult to handle. He soon found he enjoyed the boy immensely, as a companion and an extra pair of hands. He entertained Kade with folk-tales, educated him to read and write, and gave him advanced tutorials on the subtleties of human behaviour and eccentricity. He teasingly dubbed Kade “Tadpole,” but when the boy became a man he tried to be careful not use his pet name in front of others. There had been several tough times when they had been robed and beaten, chased out of town, even gotten lost in the wastes. The one time he was truly scared was when Kade took ill at age 16. Winston thought it might be some weakness inherited from his mother. He nursed Kade through several weeks of steady decline until, out of desperation he attempted to brew one of his “snake-oil” concoctions. He didn’t know if they worked, they had never stayed in a town long enough to find out if they healed the desperate people who bought them. Outside the wind howled like a banshee coming to claim a lost soul, as he chopped, mixed and boiled the strange ingredients he had collected over the years. It smelled of rot and he had tried it on himself first to make sure it wasn’t poison, and then fed it to his boy. Kade was his boy, and nothing was going to take him away. This had to work, or Winston would hang himself with his own belt, he wouldn’t stand to go on. And the damned wind kept blowing like it would tear the town apart. Through fate or divine inspiration in the morning his Tadpole came back from the brink. The wind outside died, and over the course of the day he returned to full health. That was almost 4 years ago but Winston still felt that fear today as he read a strange letter in his hand that had blown into their camp, carried on the wind.
OOC: This happened 11 days ago in "game-time".
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