a loose cannon with vendetta on his mind.
No kidding. Way to waste all that good food by throwing a sword on it. And besides, don't you know how hard it is to get sword scratches out of tables?
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No kidding. Way to waste all that good food by throwing a sword on it. And besides, don't you know how hard it is to get sword scratches out of tables?
Made a post!
I also updated Pieter's weaknesses- I'm trying to find a balance between 'He knows how to stab someone in the dark and get away with it' and 'He can't survive a real fight'
I also updated Pieter's weaknesses- I'm trying to find a balance between 'He knows how to stab someone in the dark and get away with it' and 'He can't survive a real fight'
Name: Pieter DeSielva the Younger
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: A handsome youth with a wide, cheerful face. Always wearing clothing that's ahead of the current fashion trends, sometimes setting the tone for the Vanaran season. Pieter almost always carries a musical instrument, and carries his sketching supplies with him in a leather satchel. Pieter wears a meticulously kept flintlock, and will occasionally sport a showy side-sword, though he hardly knows how to use it. Very few people know that he hides a poisoned stiletto on him.
Personality: Loud, flamboyant, charming, witty, brilliant. Pieter is a natural in the courts of the nobles. His detractors would call him a sycophant, though few would dare say that in front of his friends, who are numerous and loyal. Pieter is a regular fixture among Vanaran artists, frequently collaborating and assisting his friends in their works. Pieter is Behind his excessive braggadocio, however, is a cunning spy and, if need be, a cruel assassin Pieter is deeply loyal to the House of Delorano, and grieved deeply for the loss of Leon, vowing to protect and serve the future of the House as best he could.
Biography: Born to the successful Venaran painter, Pieter the Elder who was patronized by Leon Delarno. Pieter's mother died in childbirth giving birth to him. Pieter the Elder took his young son with him everywhere, and when Leon Delarno learned of Pieter's plight, he offered for Pieter the Younger to share Lucien's wet nurse. Leon and Pieter the Elder had as much a friendship as two men of such different classes could. As Pieter grew older, his father taught him his craft, expecting his son to follow him in his stead as a painter for nobility. His father also taught Pieter his first musical instrument, the pan pipes. Pieter was a frequent play mate of Lucien, and Nalia, when she was younger. When Pieter was 10 his father was mortally wounded after getting attacked by a jealous artist seeking Leon's favor. Saddened by the loss of his friend and favorite artist, Leon chose to take Pieter the Younger into his household. As Pieter grew older, he developed an even deeper love of music, throwing himself bodily into the pursuit. He was the constant companion of Lucien, being his closest conspirator, and later, Lorenzo. Pieter had played lookout for Lucien when he snuck aboard the Maid. Pieter spent some time as a scene painter and troubadour with a thespian troupe on the mainland for a while, seeing more of the world. He returned to Vanara shortly before the plague befell the city. During the plague, Pieter became something of a spy for Anathagos Vain, using his grace and charm as an asset for his beloved house. Since the death of Leon, Pieter's efforts have doubled in his desire to save his adopted House.
Position In House Delorano: Courtesan, House Musician, Spy
Equipment: Mandolin, Pan Pipes, pianoforte (in his chamber), an incredibly stylish wardrobe, art supply satchel, flintlock, poisoned stiletto.
Skills:
(Human: Grace +1)
Gifted: Grace, Skullduggery
Above Average: Athleticism, Craft, Awareness
Deficient: Brawling, Soldiering
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: A handsome youth with a wide, cheerful face. Always wearing clothing that's ahead of the current fashion trends, sometimes setting the tone for the Vanaran season. Pieter almost always carries a musical instrument, and carries his sketching supplies with him in a leather satchel. Pieter wears a meticulously kept flintlock, and will occasionally sport a showy side-sword, though he hardly knows how to use it. Very few people know that he hides a poisoned stiletto on him.
Personality: Loud, flamboyant, charming, witty, brilliant. Pieter is a natural in the courts of the nobles. His detractors would call him a sycophant, though few would dare say that in front of his friends, who are numerous and loyal. Pieter is a regular fixture among Vanaran artists, frequently collaborating and assisting his friends in their works. Pieter is Behind his excessive braggadocio, however, is a cunning spy and, if need be, a cruel assassin Pieter is deeply loyal to the House of Delorano, and grieved deeply for the loss of Leon, vowing to protect and serve the future of the House as best he could.
Biography: Born to the successful Venaran painter, Pieter the Elder who was patronized by Leon Delarno. Pieter's mother died in childbirth giving birth to him. Pieter the Elder took his young son with him everywhere, and when Leon Delarno learned of Pieter's plight, he offered for Pieter the Younger to share Lucien's wet nurse. Leon and Pieter the Elder had as much a friendship as two men of such different classes could. As Pieter grew older, his father taught him his craft, expecting his son to follow him in his stead as a painter for nobility. His father also taught Pieter his first musical instrument, the pan pipes. Pieter was a frequent play mate of Lucien, and Nalia, when she was younger. When Pieter was 10 his father was mortally wounded after getting attacked by a jealous artist seeking Leon's favor. Saddened by the loss of his friend and favorite artist, Leon chose to take Pieter the Younger into his household. As Pieter grew older, he developed an even deeper love of music, throwing himself bodily into the pursuit. He was the constant companion of Lucien, being his closest conspirator, and later, Lorenzo. Pieter had played lookout for Lucien when he snuck aboard the Maid. Pieter spent some time as a scene painter and troubadour with a thespian troupe on the mainland for a while, seeing more of the world. He returned to Vanara shortly before the plague befell the city. During the plague, Pieter became something of a spy for Anathagos Vain, using his grace and charm as an asset for his beloved house. Since the death of Leon, Pieter's efforts have doubled in his desire to save his adopted House.
Position In House Delorano: Courtesan, House Musician, Spy
Equipment: Mandolin, Pan Pipes, pianoforte (in his chamber), an incredibly stylish wardrobe, art supply satchel, flintlock, poisoned stiletto.
Skills:
(Human: Grace +1)
Gifted: Grace, Skullduggery
Above Average: Athleticism, Craft, Awareness
Deficient: Brawling, Soldiering
Pieter:
I'd just returned from a meeting with a sculptor friend- we had talked about commissioning a statue of Leon for his posterity. In reality, I had been trying to find out if the sculptor had heard stirrings in the Venaran underworld from her more seedy clients. Alas, I had either been too vague in my probing or he had been too unwilling to share, so I had to return with nothing but some paltry gossip and a slight high from the cheap Jocasta nuts I had chewed at the damp studio.
I strode through the hallway of the house. Despite the valiant efforts put out by the burnished sconces, shadows lingered through the richly furbished mansion, an unsettling silence held throughout, instead of a peaceful quiet, this was a fearful cessation of noise.
I pause before entering the dining hall, adjusting the somber colored cravat I wore. I glance at the ashen faced guard standing before the door, his grasp on the polished musket slack, his eyes focused on a midpoint in the air.
Studying the guard closer, I notice he is unshaved and his fingers are tinged orange- a sign that he had been peeling and chewing Jocasta nuts earlier. I had been doing the same thing, of course, but Leon had despised the practice, and had never tolerated servants taking it, calling it a 'dirty dockhand habit.'
And then I remember when Lucien, during his sailor obsession, got his hands on an entire bag of Jocasta nuts, and how we had chewed our way through the entire bag, and we stayed up all night in a haze of excitement, and how Leon laughed the next morning when Lucien and I were vomiting in the hedges after Leon had forced us to go run around the garden.
My mouth starts to twitch into a smile at the memory, as I decide to see if I can find the limerick I had written about it at the time and show it to Leon, but then I remember that I can't show it to him, and I'll never get the chance to, and it takes all of my control to not sit down in the hall and curl up into a little ball.
How is Lucien going to make it through this? How is Nalia? How am I?
Taking a deep breath, I focus my eyes again on the guard, who's still fixed on nothing.
"Stefano."
He jerks, clutching his musket and dropping into a crouch, ready to shoot me.
I flinch back, and when he realizes who it is, he lowers his musket, smiling sheepishly- front teeth visibly stained.
"Sorry, Pieter. I, uhh.. I don't know what came over me."
Composing myself from the earlier fright, I reply,
"Really? Because I could make a guess. Your hands are stained like a cage fighter. You disrespect the House. I understand using a little to perk you up throughout the day, but Talos' fucking tits man, you've had enough to kill a horse."
I reach into my cloak pocket, withdrawing a bundled pair of tan riding gloves. Tossing them at Stefano, I say,
"Here. Put these on. Don't smile and try to keep your head out of the clouds. I'll expect the gloves back, they were a gift. Be glad that I caught you instead of Meldyr. He would have had your balls for breakfast. Sisters blast it, man. You have to keep it together. We have to keep it together. And that means you can't chew half a bag of Jocasta nuts before showing up on duty. We're the House fucking Delorano. You should be ashamed. What would have the old Master said?"
I brush past the cowed guard as he fumbles with the gloves, hunched over as his face warms in embarrassment.
Pushing open the doors to the dining hall, I enter.
I see Otto staring at the painting of our late Lord and Lady Delorano. My throat catches again, I had recommended the artist to Leon. That was the last painting she finished- she had died early in the plague.
Coughing slightly to clear my throat, I walk to the table, waving off an overeager servant, pouring myself a flute of a nice sparkling rosé. Taking a sip, I hesitate.
"Any idea of what we should do next?" I say, forcing a lightness into my voice.
I'd just returned from a meeting with a sculptor friend- we had talked about commissioning a statue of Leon for his posterity. In reality, I had been trying to find out if the sculptor had heard stirrings in the Venaran underworld from her more seedy clients. Alas, I had either been too vague in my probing or he had been too unwilling to share, so I had to return with nothing but some paltry gossip and a slight high from the cheap Jocasta nuts I had chewed at the damp studio.
I strode through the hallway of the house. Despite the valiant efforts put out by the burnished sconces, shadows lingered through the richly furbished mansion, an unsettling silence held throughout, instead of a peaceful quiet, this was a fearful cessation of noise.
I pause before entering the dining hall, adjusting the somber colored cravat I wore. I glance at the ashen faced guard standing before the door, his grasp on the polished musket slack, his eyes focused on a midpoint in the air.
Studying the guard closer, I notice he is unshaved and his fingers are tinged orange- a sign that he had been peeling and chewing Jocasta nuts earlier. I had been doing the same thing, of course, but Leon had despised the practice, and had never tolerated servants taking it, calling it a 'dirty dockhand habit.'
And then I remember when Lucien, during his sailor obsession, got his hands on an entire bag of Jocasta nuts, and how we had chewed our way through the entire bag, and we stayed up all night in a haze of excitement, and how Leon laughed the next morning when Lucien and I were vomiting in the hedges after Leon had forced us to go run around the garden.
My mouth starts to twitch into a smile at the memory, as I decide to see if I can find the limerick I had written about it at the time and show it to Leon, but then I remember that I can't show it to him, and I'll never get the chance to, and it takes all of my control to not sit down in the hall and curl up into a little ball.
How is Lucien going to make it through this? How is Nalia? How am I?
Taking a deep breath, I focus my eyes again on the guard, who's still fixed on nothing.
"Stefano."
He jerks, clutching his musket and dropping into a crouch, ready to shoot me.
I flinch back, and when he realizes who it is, he lowers his musket, smiling sheepishly- front teeth visibly stained.
"Sorry, Pieter. I, uhh.. I don't know what came over me."
Composing myself from the earlier fright, I reply,
"Really? Because I could make a guess. Your hands are stained like a cage fighter. You disrespect the House. I understand using a little to perk you up throughout the day, but Talos' fucking tits man, you've had enough to kill a horse."
I reach into my cloak pocket, withdrawing a bundled pair of tan riding gloves. Tossing them at Stefano, I say,
"Here. Put these on. Don't smile and try to keep your head out of the clouds. I'll expect the gloves back, they were a gift. Be glad that I caught you instead of Meldyr. He would have had your balls for breakfast. Sisters blast it, man. You have to keep it together. We have to keep it together. And that means you can't chew half a bag of Jocasta nuts before showing up on duty. We're the House fucking Delorano. You should be ashamed. What would have the old Master said?"
I brush past the cowed guard as he fumbles with the gloves, hunched over as his face warms in embarrassment.
Pushing open the doors to the dining hall, I enter.
I see Otto staring at the painting of our late Lord and Lady Delorano. My throat catches again, I had recommended the artist to Leon. That was the last painting she finished- she had died early in the plague.
Coughing slightly to clear my throat, I walk to the table, waving off an overeager servant, pouring myself a flute of a nice sparkling rosé. Taking a sip, I hesitate.
"Any idea of what we should do next?" I say, forcing a lightness into my voice.
Haha, holy shit this is my game. I've literally spent this entire semester reading and researching the Jewish Socialists of the turn of the century- especially their interactions with Tammany Hall. Every single surface in my room is covered in books about, by, and for Jewish Socialists at the turn of the century.
Absolutely this game. Sign me up.
Absolutely this game. Sign me up.
Dude is up! I sorta wormed my character into a relationship with almost everyone else. If that doesn't fly, I can definitely change it. I'm sorta aiming for the sidekick role with this on
(and/or possible non-incest love interest for Nalia)
(and/or possible non-incest love interest for Nalia)
Name: Pieter DeSielva the Younger
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: A handsome youth with a wide, cheerful face. Always wearing clothing that's ahead of the current fashion trends, sometimes setting the tone for the Vanaran season. Pieter almost always carries a musical instrument, and carries his sketching supplies with him in a leather satchel. Pieter wears a meticulously kept flintlock, and will occasionally sport a showy side-sword, though he hardly knows how to use it. Very few people know that he hides a poisoned stiletto on him.
Personality: Loud, flamboyant, charming, witty, brilliant. Pieter is a natural in the courts of the nobles. His detractors would call him a sycophant, though few would dare say that in front of his friends, who are numerous and loyal. Pieter is a regular fixture among Vanaran artists, frequently collaborating and assisting his friends in their works. Pieter is Behind his excessive braggadocio, however, is a cunning spy and, if need be, a cruel assassin Pieter is deeply loyal to the House of Delorano, and grieved deeply for the loss of Leon, vowing to protect and serve the future of the House as best he could.
Biography: Born to the successful Venaran painter, Pieter the Elder who was patronized by Leon Delarno. Pieter's mother died in childbirth giving birth to him. Pieter the Elder took his young son with him everywhere, and when Leon Delarno learned of Pieter's plight, he offered for Pieter the Younger to share Lucien's wet nurse. Leon and Pieter the Elder had as much a friendship as two men of such different classes could. As Pieter grew older, his father taught him his craft, expecting his son to follow him in his stead as a painter for nobility. His father also taught Pieter his first musical instrument, the pan pipes. Pieter was a frequent play mate of Lucien, and Nalia, when she was younger. When Pieter was 10 his father was mortally wounded after getting attacked by a jealous artist seeking Leon's favor. Saddened by the loss of his friend and favorite artist, Leon chose to take Pieter the Younger into his household. As Pieter grew older, he developed an even deeper love of music, throwing himself bodily into the pursuit. He was the constant companion of Lucien, being his closest conspirator, and later, Lorenzo. Pieter had played lookout for Lucien when he snuck aboard the Maid. Pieter spent some time as a scene painter and troubadour with a thespian troupe on the mainland for a while, seeing more of the world. He returned to Vanara shortly before the plague befell the city. During the plague, Pieter became something of a spy for Anathagos Vain, using his grace and charm as an asset for his beloved house. Since the death of Leon, Pieter's efforts have doubled in his desire to save his adopted House.
Position In House Delorano: Courtesan, House Musician, Spy
Equipment: Mandolin, Pan Pipes, pianoforte (in his chamber), an incredibly stylish wardrobe, art supply satchel, flintlock, poisoned stiletto.
Skills:
(Human: Grace +1)
Gifted: Grace, Skullduggery
Above Average: Athleticism, Reputation, Acumen
Deficient: Dueling, Archery
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: A handsome youth with a wide, cheerful face. Always wearing clothing that's ahead of the current fashion trends, sometimes setting the tone for the Vanaran season. Pieter almost always carries a musical instrument, and carries his sketching supplies with him in a leather satchel. Pieter wears a meticulously kept flintlock, and will occasionally sport a showy side-sword, though he hardly knows how to use it. Very few people know that he hides a poisoned stiletto on him.
Personality: Loud, flamboyant, charming, witty, brilliant. Pieter is a natural in the courts of the nobles. His detractors would call him a sycophant, though few would dare say that in front of his friends, who are numerous and loyal. Pieter is a regular fixture among Vanaran artists, frequently collaborating and assisting his friends in their works. Pieter is Behind his excessive braggadocio, however, is a cunning spy and, if need be, a cruel assassin Pieter is deeply loyal to the House of Delorano, and grieved deeply for the loss of Leon, vowing to protect and serve the future of the House as best he could.
Biography: Born to the successful Venaran painter, Pieter the Elder who was patronized by Leon Delarno. Pieter's mother died in childbirth giving birth to him. Pieter the Elder took his young son with him everywhere, and when Leon Delarno learned of Pieter's plight, he offered for Pieter the Younger to share Lucien's wet nurse. Leon and Pieter the Elder had as much a friendship as two men of such different classes could. As Pieter grew older, his father taught him his craft, expecting his son to follow him in his stead as a painter for nobility. His father also taught Pieter his first musical instrument, the pan pipes. Pieter was a frequent play mate of Lucien, and Nalia, when she was younger. When Pieter was 10 his father was mortally wounded after getting attacked by a jealous artist seeking Leon's favor. Saddened by the loss of his friend and favorite artist, Leon chose to take Pieter the Younger into his household. As Pieter grew older, he developed an even deeper love of music, throwing himself bodily into the pursuit. He was the constant companion of Lucien, being his closest conspirator, and later, Lorenzo. Pieter had played lookout for Lucien when he snuck aboard the Maid. Pieter spent some time as a scene painter and troubadour with a thespian troupe on the mainland for a while, seeing more of the world. He returned to Vanara shortly before the plague befell the city. During the plague, Pieter became something of a spy for Anathagos Vain, using his grace and charm as an asset for his beloved house. Since the death of Leon, Pieter's efforts have doubled in his desire to save his adopted House.
Position In House Delorano: Courtesan, House Musician, Spy
Equipment: Mandolin, Pan Pipes, pianoforte (in his chamber), an incredibly stylish wardrobe, art supply satchel, flintlock, poisoned stiletto.
Skills:
(Human: Grace +1)
Gifted: Grace, Skullduggery
Above Average: Athleticism, Reputation, Acumen
Deficient: Dueling, Archery
Hey yah I'm here. I've been away for a bit, but I'll get a character up now.
I'm regretful for my comment, and I apologize.
I am going to humbly withdraw from this game, so to let the other players interested in this game can enjoy it without being turned away by my comments.
I hope you all have a nice day. Cheers.
I am going to humbly withdraw from this game, so to let the other players interested in this game can enjoy it without being turned away by my comments.
I hope you all have a nice day. Cheers.
@Sypherkhode822 Well, if you're going to start off being rude right off the bat then I suppose it would be best for me to just bow out. Good luck.
I didn't mean it to be rude, it's just that the last few Rps I've played have been hard SF, and it was a bit of a shift to go from having to draft the blueprints of every gadget my character used to having a more fantastical element.
Once I moved past my nitpicky pretentiousness, I can appreciate the cool-factor of a steampunk winged dragon.
Dragons are pretty effing rad, can't lie.
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