[CHAR] The Last City

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Athel Redstroke Female 28 Night Master Personality Athel much like the night is cunning, manipulative and scheming, all the necessary qualities fitting those that embrace the night. If you can manipulate the right person, any plan can go in accordance, or a well placed associate. All one needs to be a cold efficient killer, devoid of the emotion taking a life seeing as it being a kill or be killed world. But if a bit of gold comes to hand, well an exception can be made... if the price is right though. Nothing is out of reached with a well placed arrow a fact she has made well known and several key associates are very grateful for that service. She has morals though one chief being, is killing her own gender, a service that is offered for an assassin yes, but will not hear of it. In truth Athel disdains the Magnificent One, disliking the notion of having to ask permission to eliminate a particular but has done so for the most part, recent events have embolden her taking more advantage of the situation. Having her associates service needs of the elite, siphoning any all wealth that could be obtained. With gold being the obsession and that of her people, she'd bath in the substance and has been found to actually performing that act.. Nothing in her mind can't be fixed with a well placed knife, a beautiful woman or few coins after all. When the job or money isn't of concern a drink is inline, a feature that the guilds male counterparts love. Can drink with and past the best of them, her short coming yes but its a vice and everyone has to have at least one, but loves the finer vintages. Cunning, bold and a bit rash Athel isn't without a sense of wisdom and foresight, generally knowing if something sounds too good or a setup is in motion. With all these coming swirl within her created a deadly efficient being, splashed with alcoholism but it is the tight loyalty that binds those beneath her. Taking traitor's as the worst, personally offering huge bounties on the so accused, what she does with them isn't privy to most but the screams are evident enough, even taking the steps to ensure silence killing in broad daylight in front of the watch. For after all vengeance, gold and death are the only sure things. History Athel was a product and born into the very society that she now commands. Her mother a common whore from a brothel, her father?? He was of the elite is all that is know, who exactly isn't know and nor will she diverge into the facts not to anyone, the only other person she has told any further details is the daymaster Delphi. From a young age she had to watch her mother take clients left and right just be able to support herself and Athel, something she disliked seeing her own mother doing. In doing so she wandered the city, getting in to trouble with city guard most of the time. But playing the role of a poor innocent girl or weaseling her way out of any stipulations. Becoming widely known as 'Red' to the guards because her hair was unmistakable, never being able to get her real name or who she was associated with. Athel was never apart of the guild until her latter teen years, due in large part that she didn't even know they had existed. Operating as a card shark and dice roller (Loaded ones of course), collecting dues enough to get noticed by the Rouges guild. Catching the eye of one the top con-men, loosing a small fortune to her thanks to loaded dice. Normally she would've been reprimanded but the way she played the other commoners was her way into the guild. Brought in before the two masters, while the day master was sending her away the night master saw something in her and was formally brought in under his tutelage, little known to her he was her mothers brother. With such fortune she made her mother retire and live in relative luxury because of her elevated status in the guild. Several years passed she had killed which came surprisingly easy. In both practice and on the job, so it because just work anymore. Some said she enjoyed it to an extent but never fully proven. Leaving a pair of black lip outlines on her targets While on a visit to her mother she came late to something Athel holds herself responsible. Coming up seeing a man with bloodied hands escape from her mother's residence, playing as another woman on the street to avoid suspicion. When the coast was clear she entered immediately to find her mother died. Raped to death, choked, beaten and bleed out. Though in her mothers dying moments knowing Athel was coming she panted, "Your Father." On the floor, a clear sign the murderer was her father. Demanding vengeance with the masters to the murder of her mother. The day master waved her off preoccupied with his whores, but the night master sung a different tune. Confiding that he'd been watching over her for quite sometime and that she was her uncle. Unable to comprehend it for a moment but seeing the seriousness in his eyes and the way he felt so much about the subject, Athel knew in her stomach that he was family The both of them set out for the described man in question. An man of elite standing and risking going against the Magnificent One and knowing full well the circumstances if they were discovered the plan was carried out. While her uncle was disposing of the guards Athel snuck into the said man's room. In the literal sense of the word she had cut him to pieces. To the point where when servants came to check on him, all's one could do seeing it was vomit, even the strongest of stomachs could barely keep themselves from vomiting. The most noticeable was his genitals stuffed in his mouth But the vendetta costed her uncle's life, barely able to get him back to guild before passing. Naming her his heir in his final moments and after the rumors circling the city the next day no one dared try to dispose her. Taking her spot as the night master. As both ruthless and cunning, but also a sense of joy in being the matriarch of a family of fellow outlaws, rouges and women of please. Weapon Dual sided Storm Blade But also carries a small hand held crossbow for do or die situations. Other Athel is commonly known as either Red or Black Lips by most, since her real name isn't privy to most. Uncommonly if one manages to piss her off, the name Mutilator comes up, which brings silence as the story of what happened to her wealthy father is exceedingly well known. Her calling card is one of the rare black coins that circulate the city. Given to either the Madam or Owner in the owner of the Blooming Orchid is guaranteed a visit in someway shape or form. There is no such thing as modesty in her mind. Lastly there is an on going bet with the guild and various people of the city. Athel is still a virgin despite having courtesans bringing in excessive money. How much it is has grown isn't known but said to be astronomical and grown excessively in the years since many have tried to bed her. Said to be now in the thousands.

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Marton the Fat

Character Template Name: Marton IV, also known as Marton the Fat. Sex: Male Age: 43 Role: Cultivator's Liason Appearance: Personality: Marton IV takes the church of plenty's teachings a bit too far. Mainly his extravagant feasts earned him the name Marton the Fat, a name that he has truly earned at a 'healthy' 400 pounds. He is a jovial sack of fat that doesn't have much of a stomach for murder and other kinds of intrigue. He enjoys the company of many and a pint of mead. He has faith in Phenora, and follows the teachings of his church to the letter. He believes in sharing with others and feasting in the fruits of one's labors... However he disagrees strongly with the idea of stealing and punishes those who steal from the fields by putting them to death, as per church doctrine. History: Marton the Fat was born to a rich family of priests and he knew little of hardship throughout his childhood. Marton inherited his fathers position when his father died of a heart attack. His fathers position was an administrative position over several acres of the cultivator's farmland. He made a name for himself by hosting huge feasts with his subjects and rivals. These feasts brought him a significant amount of popularity. However, the man never once tried to expand his domain or seek a higher position. He was perfectly content with just being an administrator. This all changed when the Cultivator's liason died under suspicious circumstances. Deciding that they didn't want to have another of their priesthood die, the Cultivators decided to put a man into power that wouldn't ruffle any feathers. Marton IV was that man, and he adapted to the position fairly quickly. He was able to smooth disputes over with rivals with feasts and deals rather than resorting to underhanded skullduggery. He was also able to retain the cultivator's power and influence within the city. However, as the Magnificent One grew ill, Marton the Fat began to think that maybe he should be the one in charge. And afterwards Marton grew more and more independent. Until the present day, when he started to become an independent player in the politics of Antioch. Weapon of choice: N/A

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Delphi

Name: Delphi Aledove Sex: Female Age: 26 Role: Day Master Personality: Delphi is shrewd and sneaky, with the one thing she truly believes in being the power of gold. She believes that all problems and conflicts can be solved through gold, either directly or indirectly, and if a person can't be bought, they can certainly be rented. In the eyes of Delphi, it doesn't matter how you came across the gold, be it through a hard days of work or quick mugging, you owe it to yourself and the concept of the free market to use that gold as a tool to further yourself in society. Delphi fit right in as Day Master of the rouges guild, striking the right deals out of the watchful eye of the Magnificent One-- striking the right deals under His watchful eye, buying and selling outside of the law, bribes, funneling gold, smuggling, the management of brothels, and knowing when to hire the right muscle for when things get tight-- it all came naturally to Delphi. Her character was built in observing the transactions of whores and their clients, the filthy backroom deals, and the manipulation you could get away with in broad daylight for the right price. She has become the type of person who genuinely sees most human life as beneath the money they can earn her or what she can pay them to do, and all of her actions reflect this. Delphi is calculating, but to a fault, and revels in the excess and and power that the path she has taken in life has led her to. For all that she can get done with gold coins and credit, she suffers a weakness in her desire for material wealth. Simply put, she doesn't appear to have an altruistic bone in her body. She has come to view money as more than a human bartering tool, but as a god in it's own right, this has led to her mere presence giving off an aura of avarice. Delphi is assured in her abilities, to the degree of a megalomaniac. The law, in her eyes, is something she isn't just above, but separated from completely. She believes that as long as you think, think of contingencies and back-up plans and all possible variables, and of course with enough gold, you can simply ignore the law altogether. She's young and cocky, with the excessive money and power her role grants her and while occasionally reckless due to overestimation of what loyalties can be bought, however she isn't stupid, and her desire for self-preservation generally overrides her own tremendous greed. History: Delphi was born into the world as the bastard daughter of an underaged whore with a father from the upper class. Lacking a formal education, Delphi learned from experience granted to her as a ward of the brothel, her mother worked herself halfway to death to make enough gold to keep Delphi out of the hands of those who would like to see the young girl turned to prostitution, and so young Delphi scarcely spent time with the woman who had effectively saved her life. The day she could hold a broom, Delphi was working. The skills she gained, however, were not those of a maid, but more akin to those of a spy, or a thief, she learned to stay quiet as she made her rounds, to keep the secrets one could learn from what a man, or woman, would say when they thought they were alone with a whore to herself, to hide coins strewn about when clothes were torn off in places they would clink. Soon after this, she learned giving the right information to the right people could earn her even more gold, more than this though, it could improve her standing in the world. She was enlisted as the apprentice of the brothel owner when she proved her skill to him, she found she could fudge numbers on the books to line her own pockets if she was smart about it. When she was 14, Delphi had begun playing the game of earning her own money as she slowly started to take the duties of brothel owner from the true owner. At 16, Delphi was making more than the owner of the brothel, and she was able to pay for all of her mother's expenses, effectively allowing the woman to retire. By 18, Delphi was able to take complete control of the brothel after being named it's successor and having him killed in quiet. And at the age of 20, she had the attention of the old Day Master, a frequent regular of the brothel. Under his tutelage, Delphi expanded her influence not only to the brothels of the city, but any place even slightly outside of the view of the Magnificent One's spies, illicit gambling locations, pubs, even general product stores and black smiths found themselves paying the Rouge's Guild with Delphi under the Day Master's direction. It was only natural then, that a few years ago, when the aging Day Master died of a mysterious sexual disease after visiting one of Delphi's brothels, that it was her to take now emptied position. Weapon of choice: Javelin Spear, typically left in a case and viewed as something more of a work of art than a practical weapon. She also possesses a very foreign looking curved, jewel encrusted dagger which also has more aesthetic value than practical value and has razors sewn into the sleeves of most of her clothes, allowing her to cut with swift striking motions if the need arises.