Post by rosecoloredryan on Feb 1, 2022 7:48:08 GMT
| PLACE OF BIRTH |
Tenth Ward, Port Quilla, Ferran
| ALIASES |
Annai
| RACE |
Half-Elf
| AGE |
Early Winter, 433 CE [20 harvests]
| DESCRIPTION |
Tall, towheaded, pimply faced and still very much in their youth, Annai is a lowborn commoner, from one of the biggest cities in the world: Port Quilla. Eager to a fault, filled with youthful vigor, and motivated by any youngin's desire to be someone, Annais is most commonly associated with the Adventurer's Guild, and House Opimius.
| RELATIONS |
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MAVIS SNOWMAIDEN
You won't find Heaven, not in these hills
Boy, you shouldn't be here
All you need, to fall in love
Mavis is good to you.
Mavis is just about the only person who really knows anything past your name.
Maybe that's unkind, to some of the other folks you've met, so far. But you can't really think of anyone else who knows you so well. She looks like she cares.
Every time you talk, she's there to listen.
With her, there's no work. There's no Captaincy, there's no knighthood, there's no errands, there are no Fomorians and there are no cultists.
She's one of the kindest people you've ever met. And, for a moment, you could be fooled into thinking she loves you.
You really hope she does.
TILLEAH - 'THORNA'
So I will not ask you
Why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know
So I will not ask you
Why you were creeping
In some sad way I already know
She belongs to something bigger than you, that's for sure.
Then again, couldn't you say that about most people?
You can tell she cares for your friends. Your friends care for her. She doesn't talk to you. Not personally.
But every time she needs you, it gives you a sense of purpose. If you're a cog in the machine, Tilleah helps you fit inside it.
Perhaps you wouldn't follow her into hell.
But your friends would. And you'd certainly follow your friends into hell.
ANDROU OPIMIUS
OBADIAH OPIMIUS
SQUEECH STEELBLUD
A Knight, pure and uncomplicated.
In many ways,he's the blueprint for what you wanted to do with your life. Except, he's better at it.
A man, that came from nothing, that rose to something. He suits the role much better than you do. He's kind. Valorous. Honorable. He's your friend.
Everything you've done, you feel like a pale imitation of him. It's not the worst thing in the world to feel. But you're reminded.
He's a good man. Born for the role. A Knight.
You weren't born for knighthood, or duty. You were just given it.
OBADIAH OPIMIUS
The Good Count is the only nobility worth a damn.
There was always something alluring about politics, violence, and court. It's got that fairy tale sort of sheen to it.
But you viewed it as something scummy. Leeches, finding a way to stay at the top when they should be writhing around in dirt. Even if you wanted to serve, there wasn't ever someone worth serving.
Obadiah bucks that expectation. He's not a politico. Not a backroom backstabber. He's a soldier, and everything he's done is to keep his people alive.
Not to consolidate power. Not to make any sweeping plays or any assassinations. He worries about the common folk.
And he's earned your respect for it. Sometimes, he's out of his depth, though.
But, for a reason, that's why you're there. You're the cutthroat he needs.
The rat.
You haven't ever let his appearance fool you. He's not a pet.
People like Squeech are a pleasure to have on your side. Information on a dime. A sneaky set of eyes to feed you everything about an enemy.
How long till he isn't on your side?
You don't know. It's not like it's the biggest worry on your mind.
Every rat has its day.
AIGVER RUTHKAH
ALLISARA
DAKEN EMBEREY
DAYANA HARTSTEELE
ZAIN AL-ABDO
HOLLY GAERITH
You didn't know Aigver very well.
You've failed him, though. Maybe not him, personally. Everyone he's ever knew.
Through him, you met...someone. A God. Through him, or perhaps someone masquerading as him.
Despite not knowing him so well, all that ordeal putting him to rest told you something.
You're more of a bleeding heart than you really thought.
ENAERVYRN - 'SCYLLA'
AKI YAMAKOKA
One of your first friends.
You thought she was just a leggy Elven girl your age. Some upstart mage that looked - at best, harmless.
Light above, she proved you wrong.
The intrigue surrounding her is suffocating. Every day, you wake up, and there's a new problem she has.
Something you so desperately want to help with. But you can't. You're no mage. You're no healer.
You're an oaf, with two blades. And you can't slash and hack your friends' problems away for them.
By all means, a girl you should know better.
But, you feel like she keeps people in the dark about her for a reason.
A simple, reliable fighter. You barely have the time to wonder what makes her tick, where she's from, what she's hiding from. Burned, she says.
You think you've heard better explanations before, for secrets. But who are you to pry?
There's a saying that goes, 'the faithful one is abound with blessings.'
Allisara thinks you're blessed, but she's much more committed to the faith than you.
Maybe it's a sick joke. You don't feel as if you deserve the devotion she gives you - but, nonetheless, she feels compelled to give it.
You know that she doesn't give you that devotion because you're you, though. You're not entirely sure how that makes you feel.
Maybe, in some way, you're grateful for that. Maybe some day, she'll grow to like you as more a person than a deity's child.
There's hardly any dwarf like Daken.
In a way, he's what all dwarves would be if they weren't so thick headed all the time.
Simple. Boisterous. Reliable. He's a true friend. You were there for him when Aigver died. And he's been helping you out, ever since, too.
It's an odd friendship. You wouldn't've expected it to survive past political turmoil and dead friends.
But, you did. And look where the both of you are, now.
The most put together you've ever been in your life.
You'd like to think there's something buried behind her cynicism.
She's a good woman. A friend to you. As much as she says she does everything for the money, you want to convince yourself she cares about more than that.
Something deep in you says she does. She reminds you of yourself.
Someone your age. Not a mage. Not anybody well versed in the arts, or sciences. A simple fighter. Just as you are. A drinking buddy.
You have your spats with her. Your rows. But they've never gotten in the way of anything.
If there's anyone you see yourself fighting next to, at the end of this? It's her.
What an oddity.
Zain's not someone you'd thought you'd be friends with.
No, he seems like someone you'd end up robbing. In another land, maybe. When you were younger.
Smart, but naive. Optimistic, chatty. Were these the people you were robbing blind back at home?
Life has a funny way going about things. Zain's a good person, and you're glad he's here.
Sometimes, you can grow real tired of his nagging. But then again, you grow tired of most people, time to time.
They're no less your friends.
Where'd she come from?
A cavalryman, she says. You wouldn't believe she had the temperament to be a soldier.
Not until you saw her burn someone's head off with a firebolt, from fifty yards away. Then, you could believe it.
You've not met many soldiers, but you wouldn't expect any of them to be like her.
She's a friend, to you. Temperamental, like the cat she is. In an endearing way, though. She makes you smile.
A constant source of company. A woman with a spine. Half decent morals. She knows what she's doing, and you're grateful for her.
She's saved your life.
You figure you atleast owe her getting to know you better.
TREEBARK
One of the sweetest people you know.
She's outgrown you. You were once teaching her to speak common as if she were a child.
Now you don't even know what she's up to - but you know whatever it is, it's important. And dangerous.
Treebark has always been good to you. A friend that's always been there for you. She's helped you and healed you out of some dark holes.
You feel as if there's something she isn't telling you, in that overgrown fort of hers.
But, deep in your heart, you feel as if there's not a bad bone in her body. Balzora or otherwise.
CELAENA VENRORA
One of your best friends, you've ever met.
Weeks ago, you thought you did a lot of stupid shit for a person you've only known for a couple weeks.
It's been far longer than just a couple weeks. And you haven't regretted any of it.
You've killed for her, gotten cursed for her - you've done those things for each other. She was one of your first job partners, and you and her have grown.
Look at you two now. Distinguished. You could even convince yourself you're important.
And you're no less her friend.
Sweet, kind, fair. Celaena's like a princess from those stories.
You've grown convinced you'd do anything for her, and the rest of your friends.
Countless people, over centuries of memory.
And apparently, she's seen something of worth in you.
For the life of you, you can't tell what it is. And when she asks, she just tells you it's something about your soul.
A good soul? Yeah, right.
But she treats you well. She doesn't see you for a title, or a rank. She sees you for a person.
And if she's seen something in you, then who are you to argue with her? You just wish you could be more aware of it.
Through all that time past, she's still a person. A person which you can appreciate.
Maybe you'll be a fond memory, some day.
LEO ALBRIGHT
A pure and uncomplicated soldier.
An upright, righteous man.
Leo's rugged simplicity doesn't take away from how noble his objective is.
He's not questing after nobility, or titles, or money. He's in the Guild because he wants to be a hero.
A beacon. A role model. You only wish you could have the clarity he has on life.
You may not know him well, but he's a good friend to you.
The kind of person the whole world needs more of.
