[CHAR] The Burning of Volstryggr

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Jacoby Drexlehand/Orthog Man-Blood

Jacoby Drexlehand/Orthog Man-Blood

Sketch of Jacoby/Orthog

Age: 28
Race: Half-Orc
Country of Origin: Sovereign City of Volstryggr
Occupation: Sentinel Handler/Bodyguard of Emile Volstryggr
Description: Standing at an imposing 7 and a half feet in height and sporting the impressive musculature of his orcish ancestors, Jacoby is quite the intimidating sight to those who have yet to meet him. He sports a black crew cut on his head and his voice is a blend of the average and ordinary tone of the humans and the gruff and growly tone of the orcs, though all trace of human leaves his accent when Jacoby speaks in the orcs' native tongue.

Background: Jacoby never knew his parents. He was left on an orphanage doorstep as a baby with nought but a note explaining that he wouldn't be accepted where he came from and so he was left elsewhere in the hope that he'd find a better life than the 1 lined up for him at his birth. While growing up, the human headmistress of the orphanage showed him how to be human and paired him with a human name while the orphanage's orcish caretaker showed Jacoby what it meant to be an orc and gave him his orc name. At the age of 6, Jacoby was chosen by a sentinel and so he was adopted by the city and made into a handler. 2 Years later, Jacoby met and befriended Emile Volstryggr and together, they got up to all sorts of childhood shenanigans. When Emile became the Global Peace-Keeper, he appointed Jacoby as his bodyguard and roped him into providing some extra muscle for his heroic ventures.

[LordofthePies]

Name:
Valvius Vulso

Appearance:

Picture

Age:
32

Race:
Human

Country of Origin:
Born in the Sovereign City of Volstryggr

Occupation:
Blacksmith

Background:
Vulso was born into his occupation, unlike his sister, who had moved away from the family to pursue dockwork. Ever since he could remember, his father was training him as an apprentice blacksmith. He had known nothing else, so he had pursued nothing else. It was honest work, and on the good days, it was enjoyable. When Vulso came of working age he truly followed in his father's footsteps. He only took over the as one of the town blacksmiths after his father died, leaving the position open. He had always felt like his life needed something more, but he never knew what.
After his father's death, Vulso lost contact with his sister. He can only hope she still works at the docks. He hasn't ever been there. In fact, he has only left his workplace to go out and buy supplies. He lived at his job and was somewhat content with that. Vulso wouldn't change anything about his life, that is if he still has the same amount of knowledge about the world that he does now.

[Mystery Bard]

Name: Valmond Anthos



Age: 31 Years Old

Race: Drow/Dark Elf

Country of Origin: A born and raised citizen of Volstryggr.

Occupation: An alchemist and practicer of the Arcane magics.
He runs a small but very profitable potions and herbs shop named The Black Cauldron. He sells a wife variety of potions and alchemy agents and ingredients. (If I broke any rules here or tampered with the layout of the Roleplay then I will gladly change/edit this.)

Background

Valmond

Valmond was raised in Volstryggr solely by his mother, who was an accomplished alchemist and was trained only basically in the Spiritual magics, specifically in the field of healing.
When Valmond turned twenty, his mother passed away from a severe sickness induced fever.
She was too weak to focus on saving herself, and Valmond had only the slimmest training in Magic at the time, and none of his potions or other brewings could draw her from her feverish state.
She would die in her sleep after two weeks of misery at the hands of her ailment.
Now alone and embittered, Valmond sold his mothers' shop and home and all that they owned and months later joined the Vindictus Arcane Institute.
Years passed by and Valmond spent nearly every moment of his time learning and practicing Magic, and he would also spend much of his free time learning alchemy and practing mixing potions, solutions, and other breweries.

Now, eleven years later, Valmond owns a successful business and lives in a decent home, and has not a care in the world.
On the negative end, Valmond is now still as alone and embittered as he was just over a decade ago, he has not a friend or caring person one in his life, and aside from business handlings and interactions, is quite reclusive and is locally known as a grim pariah.

[Assallya]

Assallya Kressair

Age: Assallya is not exactly sure. She estimates she's in her nineties.

Race: Elven

Country of Origin: Assallya isn't particularly certain. It was a vale in the north.

Occupation: Brothel Matron, Information Broker, Facilitator of Introductions, Sorceress

Background: Assallya was born in a small colonial village on the outskirts of Elven lands when her village was raided by Orcish slavers. They kidnapped her and her sister Saeliah and brought them south to be sold into slavery. Assallya served as a slave there for decades, serving a Pasha. She learned to dance, to entertain, how to be a spy and how to use magic to complement that spying.

Though her masters ensured she learned no combative magics she eventually used those very skills she was trained in against them and turned the son against his father. The son killed the father and Assallya escaped. Something the son deeply regrets, despite his ascension to power. There is still a reward for her return- preferably dead so she can't tell the truth about the son's involvement in his father's death.

Assallya then assumed several guises as she wandered the land until she finally settled in Volstryggr. It took her some years working odd jobs before she managed to purchase a property and open a brothel. Sometimes she was a whore, other times she assumed the role of a witch selling worthless magical trinkets and talismans. Sometimes she'd work with various low lives, performing feats of confidence or helping various thieves by using her pretty face to distract victims.

Once she could afford her brothel, the "Silken Sithin" she began to become a force in the criminal underworld as an information broker. She used the idea that she has spies through the city, which she does have, to cover for the fact she regularly scryes the local lords, crime gang bosses and anyone that seems important or interesting. She also facilitates introductions for a small fee, introducing various criminal elements to other criminals that might have necessary special talents or resources.

The Silkin Sithin: This brothel is a "gentleman's club". It resides on the corner of what the locals call "the Crimson Tide", a district dedicated to whoring. The lower level is a club where beautiful women serve delicacies in exotic costumes upon lush rugs. There is a raised dais there where women perform for the pleasure of visitors. In general, there is very little nudity in the lower level. After all, the point is to entice a patron into visiting upstairs.

She also has two other identities:

Arlanni the Thief is a barely competent thief that most people don't have much respect for. This is important because while Assallya can dress the part of a thief and has some small skills she's nowhere near an expert!

Cyrwyn the Gypsy, who is a provider of potions and trinkets and wandered the land in her vardo wagon.