Name:

Jason Lucis

"I can anyone you want for the night and the right price."

Appearance:


Jason was raised from a young age to care about his looks more than anything. His looks are extremely important so he spends a good deal of time trying to look his best. He has no visible scars or nicks on his body since most people didn't want a guy like him to look beaten up or rough. He stands at a respectable 6'3" and weighs about 220 pounds. Jason seems to be quite skilled at the arts of seduction mainly using his body.

Age:
24

Kingdom:
Eredel

God/Goddess:
Aphrodite

Occupation:
Brothel Employee/ Owner

Short Bio:

"Everyone always expects the story of the Brothel worker to be a tragic tale of a fallen man reduced to selling his body to the night for his bread . My story is not even close to that as I like my line of work. It is amazing what pillow talk can get you. It does have it's tragic parts but it does not get as tragic as you would think and I like to think I am a success. I suppose I should start at the beginning."

"I was born in the Rich Quarter of Eredel to an Eredel merchant and his Vesporan wife. My parents made a killing off the trade between Vespora and Eredel and they expected me to run the family business after them. Expect I most certainly did not have a mind for numbers or trade. I did have skills in two subject matters: Pleasure and manipulation. Neither of those were useful in the slightest for a merchant's son but I spent most of my days sleeping and drinking my way through the city. My parents never could get me under control and eventually they had enough. After I slept with the wrong person at the age of 16, by accident of course, my parents decided to disown me and throw me onto the street. They expected I would lay down and give up while returning to them with my tail between my legs."

"I was never the type to give up and I knew I had a few useful skills that I already could use. My years of sleeping my way through the city had given me a few contacts that I could call on. One of them was a friend at a local brothel in the slums called the Silken Flute. Most people see that kind of work as the lowest of the low but I like to think of it as a needed service. Everyone has stress and someone like me needs to be able to let it all out. I managed to rack up a large and loyal clientele who were all coming to the Flute for me. Since I always wanted control, I decided to use my list to run a coup on the owners of the Flute. They were pimps who treated their employees like garbage. So I had to do something. It helped to have the Captain of the Guard as a client when you wanted someone arrested. With a few bribes and whispers into the right ears, I managed to get ownership of the Silken Flute after only four years working there. I can't take all the credit since I used my loyal friends. "

"As soon as I took over the Flute, I instated a few changes. I turned one of the worse brothels in the city into one of the best in the Kingdom. I could draw nobles and high end people My employees were treated with respect and kept safe by hired mercenaries who I could control. Most people saw a Brothel owner but the intelligent ones saw me for who I was. I was the one who had the ear of some of the most powerful men in the kingdom. People knew they could come to the Silken Flute to lose their worries for a night or two and we welcomed anyone who could pay. Men or woman were invited to indulge and I always kept an eye out for talent. My "talent scouts" search the kingdoms for promising talent for the Flute and my employees may leave whenever they want. I try not to try them poorly since we are all in this line of work together. "

"I have always been a follower of Aphrodite. In my line of work, it pays to keep the goddess of Love on your side. Priests of the goddess always got discounted rates to keep my brothel in her good graces. I enjoy my little kingdom of pleasure and I do hope no one ruins it for me."

Skills:
- He's quite a charmer when he wants to be even without any help.
-Gender is merely a word to him though he does prefer men over women.
-He is more than a pretty face: There is a mind in the body of this pretty mister.

Name: Lorenzo “Enzo” Dyson

Appearance: Enzo stands at a respectable 6'1, broad shouldered and well muscled from a life of hard work, tanned and occasionally sun-brunt from days spent outdoors and on the open sea. His hair is dark brown, shaggy and disheveled, and kept short. His eyes are dark green, and still has a youthful appearance despite his rough life, and much to his chagrin he is still unable to grow a beard.

Age: 20

Kingdom: Eredel; the outer slums of the city

God/Goddess: Dionysus

Occupation: Pirate

Short Bio: Enzo was born in the slums on the edge of Eredel among the hopeless and forgotten of the city. His parents had nothing, everyone around him had nothing, and never expected to having anything. His mother was a bar maid at a local tavern, his father went through various jobs before eventually becoming a stable hand at the palace, a job that at first made the family incredibly proud. He was the youngest of three boys, his older brothers, Giovanni and Pietro, but remains the only surviving member of his family. His childhood was difficult, his family barely scrapped by, and with three growing boys to feed and very little to grow around they were often hungry. Enzo was five when his father died, an accident in the stables when one of the royal horses got lose. After that things for his family got harder and his eldest brother, Giovanni, joined the royal military and was a great soldier sending as much money home to his family as he could.

When Giovanni died in battle they were told to be proud of his brother’s sacrifice for the kingdom but it only made Enzo hate the royal family, and the way the poor were treated as disposables, even more. His mother lost herself to grief having lost her husband and her son, most of the money she earned was spent on drink until one night she took her own life jumping from cliff into the ocean below. With Pietro being thirteen and Enzo being eight finding any sort of work that paid enough to keep them fed was difficult. They lived on the streets, looking out for one another, and stealing what they could to survive. Enzo was quick and agile with a natural charisma that made him an excellent thief but Pietro was slower, clumsier and eventually got caught. In hindsight Enzo knows they should’ve been smarter than to steal from a noble and so close to the castle too, but they were just so hungry. The king didn’t tolerate crime in city but he chose to show mercy on Pietro; rather than death they cut off his right arm. The young boys were too poor to afford any kind of medical care and his brother died shortly after losing his arm.

At the ripe age of nine Enzo had lost his entire family, and the already world weary young boy was desperate to leave the city. He ended up as the cabin boy on ship, working harder than he ever had in his life, learning quickly everything he could about sailing, and managing to survive the hand he was dealt. By the age of twelve he found his way onto a pirate ship a life drinking, adventure, and stealing from royals was everything he could ever dream of. He worked his up the ranks slowly, learning everything he could as went from cabin boy to respected crew member. He took extra chores in exchange for lessons in sailing, sword fighting, and navigation. His hard work turned him from a scrawny lad into a well-muscled young man and although his fellow pirates were thieves and murders they had their own code that meant they took care of their own; Enzo was well fed and watched over for the remained of his childhood and he had found himself a new family.

Throughout his life, he lost many more friends, fellow pirates to the harsh laws of the kingdom as those caught and found guilty of piracy were almost always executed. Somehow Enzo has managed to keep surviving, a man now he carries a deep hatred for royals, noblemen, and those who have exploited the less fortunate of the kingdom. Any extra money he has from his exploits, after keeping what he needs for living and having enough wine to never be entirely sober, he gives away to the poor of whatever city he ends up in, discretely of course not wanting others to see him as soft. Although he’s not above violence and stealing from those who have more than enough he does follow a strict personal code of honor.

Zywie "Z" Tabory

Appearance

One of the taller young women in the small farming village, Zywie stands just at 5'8". Height does nothing, though, to hide the fact that--like many others in the poor village--Z is not always well fed. While not cachectic, her figure is rather slim; her youth and exuberance for life keeping her facial features from appearing gaunt. Her hands, as one of the most important parts of her craft, are the most well-cared for part of her appearance. Depending on the weather and her work, she can be seen in one of three peasant tunics she owns with minimal adornments.

Age

24

Kingdom

Adlan

Goddess

Athena

Occupation

Primarily a village healer; also proficient at fixing various small miscellaneous items

Up Till Now

With the exotic name gifted to her by her parents, it's not hard to gather that Zywie's family wasn't originally from their small farming village nestled close to the outskirts of Adlan. She always liked to ask them about the story, and they were happy to tell her... each time with a different and more wild story, but each story has one common element: Initially, they only meant to pass through, but once they saw how in need the village was of healers, they couldn't just leave.

Then Z was born and before they knew it, the roots were too deep. She grew up helping them out at their healer's hut. She picked up the craft quite quickly. No matter the issue, even as a child, she had little to no trouble helping with the wounds farmers and hunters alike might sustain. The health of the villagers prospered more than most which improved the village yield of produce.

Here with these people, Z always felt that she had a good life; it wasn't the best life, but it was hers and she felt like she made a difference. She developed her mind to match the skilled precision of her hands as she grew older; her parents were getting older and while they appreciate the help, they hope one day that she'll travel and see new places. Till then, Z is content where she is at. While not thrilled with the current political climate in her region, she makes the most of it. She rebels in her own tiny way with a secret garden of herbs and vegetables; tending to the sick and injured--and occasionally sneaking them an extra basket of produce--is the best she can do right now. But she dreams of traveling just as her parents did, one day, and discovering new places, people, and ideas.