CHARACTER INFORMATION
[dir=ltr]Name: Saied (No Last Name)[/dir][dir=ltr]Age: 24[/dir][dir=ltr]Gender: Male[/dir][dir=ltr]Race: Half Xitian, Half Ko'ban [/dir][dir=ltr]Appearance: Ko’ban. Dark skin, Dark Red eyes, black hair, cut short. Standing roughly 5'10. Often wears loose fitting clothing and pants with several pockets. [/dir][dir=ltr]Personality: Aloof, friendly, charismatic, never takes anything seriously unless it involves him, can be self-centered. His life experience has left him with a severe case of apathy. Life is a dog eat dog world. Every man/woman has to survive for themselves. This is his mentality, and while he is not malicious, he sees no problem stealing from those who have something to take. [/dir][dir=ltr]Capabilities:[/dir][dir=ltr]Sleight of hand - Competent[/dir][dir=ltr]Escape artistry - Apprentice[/dir][dir=ltr]Lockpicking - Competent[/dir][dir=ltr]Parlor tricks (Breathing fire(With booze), juggling, ect) - Apprentice[/dir][dir=ltr]Acrobatics - CompetentFire Element - Normal
Nether - None
Earth - None
[/dir] [dir=ltr]NO COMBAT SKILLS WHATSOEVER[/dir] [dir=ltr]Items:[/dir][dir=ltr]Five small knitted sacks full of sand for juggling[/dir][dir=ltr]Lockpicking tools[/dir][dir=ltr]Small silver plated flask with initial on it.[/dir] [dir=ltr]Additional Comments:[/dir][dir=ltr]I am a duck, quack quack quack.[/dir] [dir=ltr]Backstory:[/dir] [dir=ltr]Our story starts in a lush green field. The day before, it was verdant and the wind rolled across its small hills. Today, however, it is painted red with blood, and illuminated by fires that quickly spread through the tall grasses. Hours ago, people fought here. They fought for the very land they spoiled and ruined. The victors, if you could call them that, fled, as their defended homelands burned. The Ko’ban tribes had been stirred up by civil unrest, and this was all too common the end result.[/dir] [dir=ltr]In this field, the only sound that remained was crying. A small infant, left on his own, his only saving grace was a wetted cloth covering his small cradle. It shielded him from the smoke and the fire. His parents left him there, fully intending to win this savage and bloody conflict with the neighboring tribe, but sadly, they fell in battle. They never intended to leave him there. They just never returned. He cried, loud, and scared. His mother and father had perished defending their home, and their child. The cries rang out, and as luck would have it, they would be heard.[/dir] [dir=ltr]Fleeing from their own problems caused by fighting on the mainlands, a large group were passing through the area, scavenging some supplies where they could from the burned lands. The group were traveling performers. In their heyday, they found lucrative work, moving from town to town, and performing for the masses. When the money dried up, they’d move to the next. The large group debated what to do with the red eyed child they’d found. It was decided that the only kind thing to do was adopt it. He was adopted by an elderly couple, the groups older members. In their youth, they’d never the time to settle and have kids, and when they’d decided they wanted kids, they found themselves too old to have any of their own.[/dir] [dir=ltr]They named the child Saied, after one of their own fathers. The child was well taken care of by the elderly couple, and the large group continued their move. Large animals pulling several caravans. They would soon find a town that hadn’t been hit as hard by the Civil wars, and set up their circus. They were able to continue like this, buying the supplies they needed from the very people who had given them gold in the first place.[/dir] [dir=ltr]This was Saied’s life. As he grew, and learned to walk, he was raised by the entire circus. One massive family, all looking after one another. He saw how everyone pitched in, and soon did everything he could. When he could handle it, he would bring buckets of water to the animals, and the performers, and even learned not to let it all splash out as he waddled with the heavy load.[/dir] [dir=ltr]It was around the age of three that his Xitian powers manifested. It was innocent enough. He had been watching the fire breather practice his trick. He was a blind man who would drink booze while the crowed were mesmerized by juggling flaming torches, and then proceed to ‘breathe fire’ and the crowd would go wild. The trick to this was that the man was not blind, but a Xitian. Traveling the mainlands was dangerous, and he found if he bandaged his eyes while in public, and pretended to be Mesalian, people didn't bother. The Circus knew, but they were all former criminals, con men, and traveling people.[/dir] [dir=ltr]The fire breather was practicing, puffing fire, when the excitement got a bit too much for the young boy, as he happily reached out for the puffs of flame from the mans mouth, and found the fire drawing closer to him. The elder Xitian realized what was happening, and was quick to snuff the flames before the boy could hurt himself. Little Saied was confused, when the adults all started talking around him, and kept glancing at him. It was eventually decided that he would have to be taught how to control his powers, as to avoid him burning down the whole place. He would spend time each day with the fire breather, learning to control it.[/dir] [dir=ltr]When he turned seven, he started helping the performers on stage. A former con artist would perform sleight of hand in front of crowds. Games like guess the card, or which cup has the acorn. He learned that these ‘games’ were unwinnable. It was his job to pose as a young child, and win a game, showing the crowded that even a child could win. He saw no problem with this method, it was merely a way of life.[/dir] [dir=ltr]His favorite act to help out with was the escape artist. A man would be tied up in rope, and would have to undo the knots and free himself, before a long burning candle wick reached a bag labeled ‘explosive’. The bags were full of sand, but the audience gathered in mass, in the hopes of watching a man blow up. It never happened, of course, a credit to the man's skill. Saied begged to be taught how he did it, but the man told him that a master never reveals his secrets.[/dir] [dir=ltr]When he was 12, turning 13, he joined in on the acts. The Civil wars in the mainlands had died down for the most part, and there was work to be done, and people to entertain. More people coming out meant a need for more acts. He had learned simple tricks, how to juggle, how to rally a crowd, how to draw peoples attention one place, as he did something critical out of sight. He enjoyed the roar of the crowed, as he dazzled and amazed them with the simplest tricks. It fed his ego, and he would do anything to be the center of attention.[/dir] [dir=ltr]On one day, a day like so many others, he was helping the fire breather. On this day, Saied was going to be the fire breather. He had practiced, and trained, and this would be his first public attempt. His heart raced as the crowd watched in anticipation. The burn of the alcohol in his mouth, the beads of sweat that rolled down his brow. This was his moment. He took a deep breath through his nose, puffed out his chest, and sprayed the booze right through the end of a torch. The fire erupted, and expanded, a big fireball. The crowd cheers for this.. but then they collectively gasp. Saied, in his excitement, had allowed his powers to run wild, and his eyes glowed red. The flame moved up and caught the tent on fire.[/dir] [dir=ltr]The crowd fled in fear as the tent burned. The circus workers all fought hard to put out the fire before it spread to its neighboring tents, and with their combined work, they stopped it there. It was only after they had done it, that they realized Saied had fled. He was scared, he thought his family would have turned on him, for destroying their livelihood. He was just a teenage boy, full of hormones and doubts. He found a tree, and climbed to its highest branches, as he looked out at the stars, and felt so alone.[/dir] [dir=ltr]It wasn’t until morning that he was found. It turns out that everyone had spent the night looking for him.. He was taken back, and welcomed with open arms. No one was mad at him, no one blamed him. Many told about their first times making a mistake.. some were minor, some were major. It reassured Saied to know that his family were all as flawed as he was. They would be there for him, and would help him. They packed up their tents, and left that town. Xitians were still feared at this time, and it was believed that it would be for the best if the circus packed up.[/dir] [dir=ltr]Over the next few years, as the young boy grew to a young man, he brought his powers under further control. He continued to learn tricks from the other members of his family, including finally learning how the escape artist freed himself, though that truth was rather disgusting. He performed, he helped build the tents, and tended to animals. Every day was work, but it was work he happily did. He never made any friends his age.. All of the members of the circus were much older than him, and anyone he met that was his age, quickly left his life, as he moved with the caravans.[/dir] [dir=ltr]On his 19th birthday, he celebrated with his family. They bought some wine, and closed down the circus for a night. They all got together, at the big table, and there was laughter, joking, storytelling, and it would be one of Saieds fondest memories. It was a perfect evening. Sadly, it would be the last birthday with his parents. [/dir] [dir=ltr]The next summer, his mother grew ill. The town they were near sent a doctor, but he had no idea what was wrong. She passed with a high fever, a few nights later. The circus once more closed its curtains, and mourned her passing. It was not the last death, not by far. All of the performers and crew were growing old. They never recruited new members, because who would want to actually run away and join a circus?[/dir] [dir=ltr]It was around this time the xitian portal opened back up. The fire breather, a xitian after all, was very interested in going, so the circus started its trek there. They hit many stops on the way, but when they got close, they found an army stationed outside. People from all neighboring kingdoms sent troops to protect the realm. They did what they always did, and set up shop right near where the soldiers were staying. They made a tiny profit, and when it was decided that Xitians could return home, the fire breather did just that. They had a big dinner, and he said his goodbyes, especially to Saied. Saied had grown close to the man who taught him to control his powers, and he would be dearly missed.[/dir] [dir=ltr]Over the next three years, the circus suffered loss after loss. Some spoke of it like a curse, that followed them around. Some started to leave, the once joyful dinners only reminded them of who they lost. It came to a point where the Circus could no longer travel. The stop they were at became their final stop. Everyone that remained, including Saied and his father, and a handful of others, tried to make it work, but after people had grown tired of the same acts, around the time they’d normally pack up and leave, the decision was made. They abandoned the circus, letting it stand in a field, a desolate monument to what had once been..[/dir] [dir=ltr]Everyone had gone their separate ways. Saied settled in that town, with his father. His father had grown at a rapid rate since losing the love of his life. He was old, and frail. Saied worked whatever jobs he could find, but none of them had his heart as performing did, and he found himself fired from each and every job. It became clear that he would have to do something to put food on the table. [/dir] [dir=ltr]He waited until the bakery had closed, and locked up, when he broke in. The locks were simple.. it was almost too easy. He stole all that he could take. To cover his trail, he left some bread out the back door, and the door open. Sure enough, the next morning, racoons had come, and ravaged the place. His father was too senile to question it. He could barely remember what year it was, let alone what day. He kept asking Saied where his mother was. It made home life tragic, and sad. Saied spent more time out scavenging for food. He had learned how the skills he used to entertain people, could be used to rob them. Coin purses, jewelry, it was all easy enough to come by. This would work for him, and more importantly, he felt joy in using his skills again. He didn't care that it was for theft. That didn't bother him at all actually. He felt a thrill in stealing, much like performing.[/dir] [dir=ltr]It was after a day of stealing, as he came home with food, purchased by selling ill gotten goods, that he found his father, collapsed on the floor of their kitchen. His hand to his chest, clutching, and deadly still. Saied just stood in the doorway. He knew what had happened. He closed the door, and left. He wouldn't return for several days, and that was only to bury his fathers body.[/dir] [dir=ltr]He gathered his belongings, some things from his days in the circus, and left. He traveled around a lot, never staying in one place for very long. It wasn’t until he found himself near the coast, a coast he’d never seen before in his life. He stayed there, and soon got to know the local underbelly of the town. The thieves, the criminals, all of them. He caught wind of a heist happening. Someone had brought in some people from out of town, and were going to steal a local wealthy families jewels. Saied offered his services to them, and joined them in the heist.[/dir] [dir=ltr]His ability to get them past every lock, and his limberness to scale the wall, found him a key member of the team, and together he and the others robbed the family blind. The out of towners sailed back to their homes, treasures in hand, and he took his, and pawned them to some less than reputable traveling merchants. This would prove to be a mistake, as that merchant was caught trying to sell the identifiable jewels, and gave a description of Saied to the guard.[/dir] [dir=ltr]Seeing his own wanted poster, with a large bounty, spelled trouble for him. The ‘friends’ he’d made in town were likely already trying to sell him out to the guard. He took what he could carry with him, and crawled into the hull of a boat unseen. He had no idea where the boat would go, but he knew he needed a quick way out of town. The boat set off, and despite the odd dread he got being at sea, he managed to stay hidden for the entire journey. Though he did overhear some of the sailors claim the ship was haunted, and that food would suddenly disappear when they turned their backs.[/dir] [dir=ltr]The boat arrived in port, some time later.. and he snuck off the boat. He overheard some of the sailors say the name of this place. Nightveil. Had a nice ring to it.[/dir]
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