RE: Swords Beneath the Starlight
03-12-2020, 11:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2020, 11:12 PM by TohruFhana.)
Name: Casey
Appearance: Casey's appearance would generally be best described as approachable. Casey is small in stature, a lean frame standing at about 5'4". His hair is a rich shade of violet, self cut and overgrown. He's taken to wearing a headband simply to push the annoying mop out of his face. His eyes are a deep brown, and just below his left he has a mole. Everything he owns is either stolen or scavenged, from the mismatched scraps of cracking leather armor to the ale-stained cloak he hides them with. He keeps himself completely covered from the neck down, save for his hands. Casey makes an effort to stay relatively clean, but for the most part the best he can do is to keep his face clean; his clothes show their age very clearly.
Trainee Class: Novice (Thief Trainee)
Where are you from?: Achaim
Biography: Casey was raised since boyhood on the busy streets of Achaim. He knew nothing of the parents who had abandoned him, and struggles to remember the days before he'd been taken in by his mentor.
Simon was a gentleman with a very peculiar skill set. Under his guidance Casey learned that nothing is off-limits, so long as one possesses ability and determination. The two of them spend several months together, picking pockets, stealing food, and fading into the shadows. Simon taught Casey everything he knew, and before long, the impressionable boy began to see his mysterious benefactor as something of a father.
Unfortunately, Casey never had a great track record with fathers. As soon as Casey was able to survive on his own skills, Simon disappeared. There were no warnings, no heartfelt goodbyes, only a note left on the ground one morning; “You’re on your own.” From that day forward, Casey has thought only of his own needs and enjoyment. He’s had enough guile and wit to keep his days interesting and his stomach full, often seeking out gullible traders or travelers to scam. He’ll draw you in with his dazzling smile and falsified tales of adventure, then pinch your coin pouch as he says his goodbyes.
When the war began, things began to change for Casey. People in Achaim began to grow callous and distrustful, which led to higher risks for fewer rewards. Soon, soldiers were posted in the city as a line of defense, their presence making his work yet more difficult. Travelers were replaced by refugees, fleeing from a conflict Casey couldn’t quantify. When he’d seen smoke on the horizon, he hadn’t thought much of it; a war wasn’t any of his business. He never expected the defenses to crack, for Revotrian invaders to march on his home, slaughtering soldiers and capturing civilians. Casey had never been in a crisis situation, and the simple skills of an amateur thief weren’t enough to escape the chaos. Yet again, fortune had smiled on him. A single Federation soldier had stumbled across the young man, urging Casey to flee with the soldier as his escort. Just as the pair seemed to be near safety, they were set upon by a trio of Revortrians. Before Casey could react, his escort had shoved him towards the city’s edge, brandishing his lance with the intent to fight.
Outside of Achaim, Casey pondered the sacrifice of that nameless Federation soldier. His actions perplexed the young man as he fled the city, his future now completely uncertain.
Appearance: Casey's appearance would generally be best described as approachable. Casey is small in stature, a lean frame standing at about 5'4". His hair is a rich shade of violet, self cut and overgrown. He's taken to wearing a headband simply to push the annoying mop out of his face. His eyes are a deep brown, and just below his left he has a mole. Everything he owns is either stolen or scavenged, from the mismatched scraps of cracking leather armor to the ale-stained cloak he hides them with. He keeps himself completely covered from the neck down, save for his hands. Casey makes an effort to stay relatively clean, but for the most part the best he can do is to keep his face clean; his clothes show their age very clearly.
Trainee Class: Novice (Thief Trainee)
Where are you from?: Achaim
Biography: Casey was raised since boyhood on the busy streets of Achaim. He knew nothing of the parents who had abandoned him, and struggles to remember the days before he'd been taken in by his mentor.
Simon was a gentleman with a very peculiar skill set. Under his guidance Casey learned that nothing is off-limits, so long as one possesses ability and determination. The two of them spend several months together, picking pockets, stealing food, and fading into the shadows. Simon taught Casey everything he knew, and before long, the impressionable boy began to see his mysterious benefactor as something of a father.
Unfortunately, Casey never had a great track record with fathers. As soon as Casey was able to survive on his own skills, Simon disappeared. There were no warnings, no heartfelt goodbyes, only a note left on the ground one morning; “You’re on your own.” From that day forward, Casey has thought only of his own needs and enjoyment. He’s had enough guile and wit to keep his days interesting and his stomach full, often seeking out gullible traders or travelers to scam. He’ll draw you in with his dazzling smile and falsified tales of adventure, then pinch your coin pouch as he says his goodbyes.
When the war began, things began to change for Casey. People in Achaim began to grow callous and distrustful, which led to higher risks for fewer rewards. Soon, soldiers were posted in the city as a line of defense, their presence making his work yet more difficult. Travelers were replaced by refugees, fleeing from a conflict Casey couldn’t quantify. When he’d seen smoke on the horizon, he hadn’t thought much of it; a war wasn’t any of his business. He never expected the defenses to crack, for Revotrian invaders to march on his home, slaughtering soldiers and capturing civilians. Casey had never been in a crisis situation, and the simple skills of an amateur thief weren’t enough to escape the chaos. Yet again, fortune had smiled on him. A single Federation soldier had stumbled across the young man, urging Casey to flee with the soldier as his escort. Just as the pair seemed to be near safety, they were set upon by a trio of Revortrians. Before Casey could react, his escort had shoved him towards the city’s edge, brandishing his lance with the intent to fight.
Outside of Achaim, Casey pondered the sacrifice of that nameless Federation soldier. His actions perplexed the young man as he fled the city, his future now completely uncertain.
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