Name:
Neoklis Cleggett

Gender:
Male

Age:
38

Faction:
None/Ex-lightbringer

Deity:
None

Skills:
Neoklis has a great deal of skill with both a rifle and with swords, having spent the majority of his life with one or the other in his arms. He can count himself amongst some of the most experienced men with either, however as age seems to rapidly be catching up with him things are slowly becoming more and more difficult.

He also has a large amount of experience when it comes to dealing with the nobles, royalty and other assorted wealthy folk around the world. He is able to scheme manipulate and talk his way through most situations – again a result of having far too much practise and experience doing so.

Background:

Neoklis was born on the island of Cyprus to a Greek Cypriot mother and a British father within a hidden Lightbringer stronghold. His childhood and young life were fairly simple, his parents teaching him the ways of their order. He excelled at most things, however was generally considered too clever for his own good. He would often skip out on his studies, practise sessions and even prayer sessions to sneak away and do whatever he pleased, learning that manipulation and simple words where more than adequate to get his own way more than most of the time. As a young man his father began to take him on assignments throughout the eastern world, trying to teach him discipline and to expand his mind to realise how important their work and the work of their lord truly was.

It seemed to work for a while, but soon Neoklis became distracted once more by some of the contacts that he had begun to make in their travels. As he and his father’s relationship began to slowly decline they received dire news. His mother had died, killed randomly by an Ottoman sailor in the market one day – or so the letter from Grandmaster Hugues de Molay had told them. That night a huge argument erupted between the pair, Neoklis’s father wanting them both to return to Cyprus immediately, he however wanting nothing further to do with the Order or their God. He never saw his father again.

Years traveling from there onwards has lead Neoklis all over the world, traveling from one place to another making money and whatever name for himself he was able to. He found himself with a unique set of friends and contacts, become what could almost be described as a smuggler and a tomb-robber (though neither would be quite appropriate). He would do whatever he could with his particular skill set to please his friends by acquiring certain items or artefacts and delivering them as requested. This combined with a slight ‘sell-sword’ aspect to him has lead him to make a fair amount of friends throughout the countries and colonies of the world over the many years.

He has now travelled to the new-world, looking to find his place amongst the new and diverse lands and people, and after spending almost an entire year on a small island fortress in the Caribbean with the governor, he has travelled to the mainland in order to find what comes next.