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Nestori Argyris

The Betrayer

0 · 667 views · located in Ismir

a character in “Blood in the Sand”, as played by Hᴇʟʟʜᴏᴜɴᴅ

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              THE BASICS
                    ▌Name ▬▬ nestori argyris
                    ▌Alias ▬▬ tori
                    ▌Role ▬▬ the betrayer
                    ▌Age ▬▬ twenty - six
                    ▌Gender ▬▬ male
                    ▌Race ▬▬ human
                    ▌Orientation ▬▬ homosexual
                    ▌Allegiance ▬▬ unsure
                    ▌Appearance ▬▬ silky, flowing black hair; violet eyes; swimmer's build; tall
                    ▌Height ▬▬ 6'
                    ▌Weight ▬▬ 172lbs
                    ▌Markings ▬▬ faint markings on his back

              THE INTERESTS
                    ▌Likes ▬▬ winter, canines, felines, leisurely walks, romantics
                    ▌Dislikes ▬▬ abandonment, being shamed of, loneliness, weakness
                    ▌Hobbies ▬▬ cloud watching, learning

              THE POWERS
                    ▌Weapon ▬▬In all honesty, Nestori doesn't bother when it comes to naming his weapons - or having anyone else name them for that matter. He has a simple, wide bladed scimitar at his side and a dagger beneath his robe, just in case.
                    ▌Fighting Style ▬▬ Nestori plays the defensive side of things, though that being said it isn't impossible for him to play offensive either. he prefers a wider blade, things that are light yet sturdy; never acts rash. He observes his opponents movements and will typically decide there and then if he needs to withdrawal and fight another day, or carry on with the brawl. Tori might be light, but when push comes to shove he can most certainly put his weight into his attacks. Quick enough to handle multiple guards at once, however, even he eventually runs out of stamina and endurance.


                    ▌Adapt Swordsmanship ▬▬ While he isn't the greatest in the land, Nestori can definitely hold his own against threats and gradually wield it in a way that would put him to some sort of advantage. He adapts and learns accordingly, not being a weak damsel in any sort of distress.
                    ▌Observation ▬▬ He watches to see if anything is off, to see if anything is misplaced, or even to see what action might be the best course to go. He's known to read the air, and to act accordingly to avoid fighting or anything else that could cause distress among the court or his close companions.
                    ▌Quick Learner ▬▬ Show him something and he'll get it relatively quickly. It helped him when he was younger trying to get by, and helps him now as the years go by and he faces new challenges along the way.
                    ▌Charmer ▬▬ He's known to have a certain thing about him that makes wooing people easier - and when it comes to trying to lower prices on goods. Taught by his mother, someone using a silver tongue and an enrapturing beauty can be all it takes to make life better, even if it's only for a day.
                    ▌Seduction ▬▬ To make someone of either gender lust or desire him, Nest wastes no time to grant small touches and sweet words to those who actually might need them. With the way he talks, the way he walks, or even how he presences himself can change depending on the target and what is to gain. Alls fair in love and war, after all.

              THE PERSONAL
                    ▌Cold ▬▬ Perhaps when dealing with the relationships more tiring foundations of people constantly looking and fawning after Atreus. Or perhaps it's more of a general statement when it comes to strangers in all shapes and sizes, trust being hard to form as he goes about daily tasks. his heart is rarely open to the public, if at all.
                    ▌Anxious ▬▬ Due to social class and status Nestori would be a liar to say it's never once crossed his mind that his lover might one day leave him for a wife - a princess. the lover he feels is real, and more so then he can handle. his place is constantly wavering, sometimes even too much for him to handle. to watch as his oblivious lover accepts the fawning and praises they lay at his feet is almost over bearing - and Nestori hates it.
                    ▌Warmth ▬▬ But deep inside it all, there's a man who has more warmth than the sun and is willing to give it to those who deserve it. His touches in friendly gesture, his embraces, not a thing is spared when it comes to the exuding warmth and his secret willingness to help others in need, sinners or saints regardless.
                    ▌Playful ▬▬ With his words, primarily. While his outwardly demeanor seems something you cannot approach without some sort of verbal bashing, you'll find he's quite the catch when it comes to children, friends, and family. Nest is able to easily stoop down and play any game they throw at him.


                    ▌History ▬▬ Amethyst Argyris, a woman on the run while six months pregnant. Coming from a completely foreign realm, the woman smuggled herself far enough away where her child and her would never be found. The father of the child, having abused Amethyst relentlessly. By the time he came home from over seas, she was three months gone and no one knew where she had went.

                    Simultaneously, Nestori was born, the air outside chilly to the bone - winter. Due to the lack of money they had even in their names, the little boy grew up in the slums of the kingdom. Daily life was proving to be a struggle, Amethyst barely keeping Nestori fed and clothed throughout the years to come. Some nights they spent starving, but the crying and whaling of a hungry toddler could prove to be a breaking point. Giving Nest to the elderly woman next door, she went to work, though the line in which she chose was not something she would of ever dreamed of. Prostitution was simply "a means to an end," and she never imagined it'd continue for as long as it did.

                    By the time Nestori was eight, he had decided to find a job to try and relinquish some of the financial trouble his mother seemed to face just taking care of him. Stealing, answering random adds that had casual work that wouldn't require being too old, he tried it all. Nothing seemed to stick, and his mother was leaving longer times on end. Desperately trying, by the time he was thirteen he was going door to door in shops asking for some sort of a job. Some turned him away, others said it simply wasn't a child's job, some even confused him for a girl - which promptly made him cut his hair.

                    The haircut caused a brief confrontation with his mother, and ended with her making him promise he'd never do it again. Something that stood out to Nestori, even since her passing, was how she claimed he was a natural beauty, his hair being a massive selling point, she argued. Any woman would be luckily to have him. The very thought, he remembered, caused an uneasy sensation in the pit of his stomach that he could still vividly feel.

                    But, it wasn't until he reached a delivery service that needed a kid who was quick enough to get the job done around the kingdom. Hiring Nest, he worked there up to the time he was sixteen. Suffering a brief absence, Nestori had spent a full year in search of his mother when she failed to come home after two days. None of her clients had seen her, and Nestori would be damned if he couldn't find her. They had become increasingly more distant up until this point, yes, but she was still his mother.

                    A year came and went, and he hadn't found a single trace of her. Nothing was taken from the home, and he was forced to assume the worst, before choosing to hope for the best. That some man came in and whisked her away to a land of nobility, and perhaps even though Nestori wasn't with her, that she was alive and well. But, he did find something else during the course of the year. Getting lost, not to mention nearly losing everything he had to a bunch of ruffians, Atreus had come to his rescue just in time. Nestori never felt so enamored by anyone, let alone a man. It was a gradual change for Tori, but by god he couldn't see it any differently.

                    He ending up going back to work, getting promoted to a higher paying position - if he was willing to travel outside the kingdom occasionally, that is. Split between delivery and manning the front desk with the old man who owned the business, Nestori was eventually able to move out of his childhood home and in a spare room up a level from the business itself, with the owner. Things were looking up, and for once he felt like he was loved, and making something of his life he always hoped he would.

                    With anxiety banging in the inside of his heart though, there was always something there. The fact people whispered around it in court, the fact people brought it up - what if he was just a fling? The past ten years, and what if Atreus just saw it all as a temporary thing until he found the right wife? Insecurity of his status, not to mention if their feelings were true ended up causing a massive rift in a part of Nestori's functioning... and an easy way for Isador to take advantage of him.

              PLOT WISHLIST
                    ▌▬▬ the betrayer being proven wrong, perhaps, in his reasoning of originally even thinking Atreus would leave him for such a trival reason.
                    ▌▬▬ you know, i wouldn't mind if he was able to redeem himself somehow, just because im a sucker for sappy love-y stories. kinda
                    ▌▬▬ if we can spare a moment, i wouldn't mind if nest found his mom alive or dead
                    ▌▬▬ im 100% for developing relationships and strong friendships

So begins...

Nestori Argyris's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ye Kansu Character Portrait: Tamsin Vassallo Character Portrait: Calypso Sytille Character Portrait: Nestori Argyris Character Portrait: Artoria Cresces Character Portrait: Rowana Calmire
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Being on the run was a surreal experience. Never in his life would he have imagined his people would turn on him, with fire in their eyes and venom on their tongues. He replayed that day over in his head numerous times; him up on a barn roof of some old farmer with a hammer and thatch, sweaty and dirty from long hours of work.

He saw them almost immediately as they exited the city walls, a large cacophonous crowd lead by riders -- the king’s guard. At first he thought something was wrong with his father, that perhaps he had fallen ill. He remembered his heart dropping from his chest and the need to brace himself on one of the crossbeams. The prince would have walked out to meet them if it hadn’t been for the thunderous sound of hoofbeats racing from the direction of the barracks.

“My lord, my lord!” Two riders, both members of his personal guard circled the farm and beckoned him down. They were trusted friends, men he fought beside and would lay down his life for.

Judging by their tone of voice and the grey, sickly pallor they both shared, Atreus knew something was wrong.

“You must leave at once my prince!” The older male proclaimed, dismounting from his horse.

“King Nylus is dead, murdered and your brother...Prince Isador...wants you arrested!” The younger one added quickly, to which the older male jabbed in the elbow.

“A little more tact, Edmund!”

“I-I apologize sir, your highness. “ Edmund stammered, looking rather sheepish, but he continued on. “We knew you were out here, but the people they...Isador has whipped them into a frenzy, they are marching towards here now with weapons.” The young man gulped, “They think you killed the king!”

Atreus was speechless and his heart started to race, “Surely this is all some sort of bizarre misunderstanding..”

“No! My prince, Isador has labeled you a traitor. Your necklace was found on the King’s body. You must leave. Lord Sytille hurried us along, we promised him we’d see you somewhere safe.” The older man, Bair, pleaded his face somewhere between heartbreak and urgent.

“I-I don’t understand…” His hand reached for his neck, face as still as stone when he realized his most prized possession was missing.

“Take my horse, my prince. We’ve gathered some things, clothing and whatever foodstuffs were in the barracks to get you started.”

“But--”

“My lord prince, you are unsafe. We will send for you once we have a decent foothold, once we figure out what it is that Isador is plotting.”
Bair urged, catching Atreus by the crook of his arm and forcing the reins into his hand. “Go now, and don’t look back. We’ll buy you some time.

Though leaving that day was the best thing he could have done for his people and himself, Atreus still regretted it. He traveled until the sun went down, making it to a small village that had more dogs than people. He had changed his clothing and removed whatever jewelry he had on to help remain inconspicuous. The news traveled fast, and the prince would learn that his father was pushed from the tower to his death, clutching his mother’s necklace. The village people seemed a bit unbelieving that Nylus’ heir could do such a thing but a few drunkards were convinced he wanted the throne as soon as possible.

“At least Prince Isador has half a mind.” One joked, sloshing his tankard of ale in a pitiful cheers.

“That’s King Isador now, fool.” The other quipped, smacking his friend’s back heartily.

Atreus cringed at their banter, his eyes fixated on the knotted wood grain of the bar. He made up his mind then; He’d ride to Ostia.

The journey to Ostia took three days. Atreus was pleased to find that traveling went without a hitch; hardly anyone recognized him, if at all. He felt relieved to finally step foot in a country where it's people didn't despise him for one reason or another. Ostia in and of itself was relaxed and cheerful. Roughly the size of Arethusa, the city state was bustling with activity. Between the open air markets and lively people, it was a nice change of pace. However, Atreus could not enjoy what little time he had. He headed straight for the fortress where his dear friend held residence, hoping that he could get a swift audience with the man. He was not disappointed.

Ivar Karsh was an older man, having a decade or two on Atreus. They met during the war, finding that the young prince’s attitude towards battle was different and refreshing. Though he was unafraid and bold, he cared for his men even down to the grubby stable hands that tended to the horseshit. Ivar took it upon himself to give the boy a few lessons, even going so far as to gift him a scimitar of magical creation. Even when the war was over, Ivar and Atreus kept in touch. The prince never forgot Ivar’s promise of aid should he ever need it.

Atreus stood there in front of Ivar, and pleaded his case. He explained that his brother for one reason or another, had reason to believe that that he killed his own father. He explained that, during his travels Atreus came to the realization that Isador himself set him up so that he would assume the throne. Through the stories he heard, the rumors that were spread and his own general knowledge in how much Isador changed over the years, Atreus was certain Isador was direction responsible.

“I know my brother is responsible. And although I would like nothing more than to march straight back to Arethusa and confront him, I know that is not wise. I need people to fight with me, so that I can carve a path through Ismir.” Atreus spoke with conviction, his voice unwavering and confident. ”Judging by the rumors, Isador has essentially locked the country down in an attempt to find me. Getting back to the capital won’t be easy, my friend.”

Ivar rubbed at his ginger beard, keen blue eyes fixated on Atreus. He was deeply saddened to know that Nylus was dead, and he could tell that Atreus hadn’t had the time to properly grieve. There were lines etched into his skin that looped under his eyes that told stories of all the emotions that he held in. He needed help, and help he would give him.

“I’d like nothing more than to help you myself.” The burly man started, shifting his weight in his equally massive chair. “However, I have a better plan.” Ivar gestured towards his steward whom merely nodded and exited the room. “I have people -- men and women who serve me loyally. They are the most skilled agents this country has to offer, and they are yours to utilize as you see fit. You will find that they range in their abilities, with each one different than the last.” Ivar chuckled curtly, “Their personalities are rather colorful as well, but I know you will have no issue leading them. With them by your side, you can take back Ismir.” He paused for a moment, and then continued. “I will also outfit the lot you with whatever it is you need, I know you’re good for it. “ He offered Ivar a kind, gently smile. “All I ask for in return is to put your brother in his place. I cannot say that I know him very well, but by the actions he has taken already, I fear that he cannot be trusted.”

”Of course, my friend. I will make sure that no harm come to your people, and I will return them in the same condition that I found them.” Atreus joked lightly, head tilting to the side. ”I will pay you back for your kindness, and I will take Ismir back in my father's name..” With fierce determination, Atreus stepped forward to grip Ivar's shoulder, his free hand reaching for the man's to shake. From behind, he could hear footsteps.

It was time to meet his new companions.