Post by Battleworn of the Beneficent M on Oct 29, 2015 6:44:00 GMT
Name:Battleworn of the Beneficent Moon, Rykev
Age: 25
Exaltation/caste: Lunar/Full Moon
Affiliations: formerly Lookshy and presently none.
BIO:
Rykev was born in the usual way to a poor family. His early life can be summed up in the words; hunger and struggle. As the oldest of three he found himself looking for work at the age of ten and he found it in the form of hard labor. He did anything he could and the hungry mouths of his brother and sister were satisfied. His widowed mother came to see him as her greatest blessing.
His mother, a severely depressed woman, did little and rested heavy burdens of her emotions on the young boy and he was often questioning the point of his struggles. He said nothing but even at the ripe age of twelve he had already taken to pursuit of any pleasure he could find to cope. He also began to show a flare for brutal honesty. He said what he thought even when he didn't give it much thought at all. By thirteen he was the only reason his family could eat and have a home.
Things soon changed, as they often do, and Rykev was fired from his job as a stone breaker and his family felt it immediately. Debts were due, his family was sick and starving. The young boy now only 14 did what most boys with more with than sense do. He decided to steal to eat.
Venturing out under cover of darkness with nought but the moon for light he snuck to a market and stole a loaf of bread. It was only a loaf but as thieves go he wasn't much of one. He was seen immediately and could do nothing but run and run he did.
His skills at thievery were non-existant but his young body was already strong and he easily out paced the older shop owner and the nightwatchman. He was nearly home free when the nightwatchman proved an incredible marksman and hit him in the thigh with an arrow. He fell quickly the bread sliding through the dirt and grime of the street and he was taken away for judgement.
His family never even knew what had happened to him. For a mouth of bread he was sent to prison to perform hard labor for ten years. He earned an early reputation as an impressively strong youth and though he refused to speak unless spoken to, he was seen as not belonging in with hardened criminals.
After five years a strength accident allowed for a prison break and with thoughts of his family still in the forefront of his mind he ran. He found his old home...but no one was there. A neighbor told him they had all died and they were sorry for his loss. With nothing left in Lookshy he ran, scaled a gate and headed for the wilderness.
Hounds and guards hot on his trail he ran as fast and as long as he could until he could not go on. He had run and hid for three days without food or rest. When he finally awoke he was no longer in the forest he had fallen in. He was in a cage with 11 others. He had escaped prison only to be captured by slave traders. He was sold at a secret market to a woman that ran gladiator games and with a few others he was committed to a life of kill or be killed.
Angry and bitter he became a brutal fighter often using nothing more than a knife to slay his fellow slaves. His already good looks seemed only distinguished by the scars he earned, a fact the mistress of the slaves noticed early on. For his successes he was rewarded with wine and women, as well as regular trips to his owners bed. However, his flare for brutal fighting was only exceeded by his brutal tongue. When asked by his owner if he loved her, he told her plainly told her "only from the neck down". Soon after his trips out if his cage ended and his opponents became more and more difficult.
He fought twos and threes nearly every other day and more than once faced beast in single combat. With every victory the crowds roared and the Mistress went back to find a way to become rich on the wicked slave that had slighted her. He continued to bed female slaves and ensure his mistress found out and the Mistress swore to see him dead in the arena.
She finally put him against a bear of unbelievable size and people filled the arena to watch their favorite gladiator face the beast she had bought from another arena. The bear it was said could not be killed and had faced a score of armed men and slain them all.
To ensure Rykev's bloody end she had his ankle chained to a ring in the arena floor. He was given no weapons and only a loincloth for covering. The bear was released and charged immediately. Ryke rolled away from the beast but with only 10 yards of chain his death was all but certain. The bears claws ripped and shredded his flesh as it batted him around the arena but Rykev clung to life.
Bleeding, tired and a hands breadth from death Rykev gathered his chains and did the unthinkable. It had been a full thirty minutes and no one would have thought anything but death possible. It was then as the bear lunged in to bite the man that the chain flew and wrapped around the bear's neck. The bear pulled back and the chained tightened. Between the ring in the floor and every ounce of life Rykev could muster he pulled and soon the unkillable bear fell dead.
It was then, while on his knees on the dusty bloody floor that he heard a voice. It was sweet, powerful and beautiful beyond compare. Sliver light burst from his wounds, strength filled his tired body and the voice told him "Rise my Battleworn son and take the gift I have given you". He rose, his chains fell away and he ran. He climbed from the arena and ran to the wilderness leaving Awe struck people behind to wonder what they had witnessed. The mistress died a month later, eaten by a wild bear while traveling.
Appearance:
He look good yo.
RPs:
Sheet: 30bp
drive.google.com/file/d/0B5rEblCrVdvSWjBkNTZOS25sM2c/view?usp=docslist_api
1st Animal form: Bear
Age: 25
Exaltation/caste: Lunar/Full Moon
Affiliations: formerly Lookshy and presently none.
BIO:
Rykev was born in the usual way to a poor family. His early life can be summed up in the words; hunger and struggle. As the oldest of three he found himself looking for work at the age of ten and he found it in the form of hard labor. He did anything he could and the hungry mouths of his brother and sister were satisfied. His widowed mother came to see him as her greatest blessing.
His mother, a severely depressed woman, did little and rested heavy burdens of her emotions on the young boy and he was often questioning the point of his struggles. He said nothing but even at the ripe age of twelve he had already taken to pursuit of any pleasure he could find to cope. He also began to show a flare for brutal honesty. He said what he thought even when he didn't give it much thought at all. By thirteen he was the only reason his family could eat and have a home.
Things soon changed, as they often do, and Rykev was fired from his job as a stone breaker and his family felt it immediately. Debts were due, his family was sick and starving. The young boy now only 14 did what most boys with more with than sense do. He decided to steal to eat.
Venturing out under cover of darkness with nought but the moon for light he snuck to a market and stole a loaf of bread. It was only a loaf but as thieves go he wasn't much of one. He was seen immediately and could do nothing but run and run he did.
His skills at thievery were non-existant but his young body was already strong and he easily out paced the older shop owner and the nightwatchman. He was nearly home free when the nightwatchman proved an incredible marksman and hit him in the thigh with an arrow. He fell quickly the bread sliding through the dirt and grime of the street and he was taken away for judgement.
His family never even knew what had happened to him. For a mouth of bread he was sent to prison to perform hard labor for ten years. He earned an early reputation as an impressively strong youth and though he refused to speak unless spoken to, he was seen as not belonging in with hardened criminals.
After five years a strength accident allowed for a prison break and with thoughts of his family still in the forefront of his mind he ran. He found his old home...but no one was there. A neighbor told him they had all died and they were sorry for his loss. With nothing left in Lookshy he ran, scaled a gate and headed for the wilderness.
Hounds and guards hot on his trail he ran as fast and as long as he could until he could not go on. He had run and hid for three days without food or rest. When he finally awoke he was no longer in the forest he had fallen in. He was in a cage with 11 others. He had escaped prison only to be captured by slave traders. He was sold at a secret market to a woman that ran gladiator games and with a few others he was committed to a life of kill or be killed.
Angry and bitter he became a brutal fighter often using nothing more than a knife to slay his fellow slaves. His already good looks seemed only distinguished by the scars he earned, a fact the mistress of the slaves noticed early on. For his successes he was rewarded with wine and women, as well as regular trips to his owners bed. However, his flare for brutal fighting was only exceeded by his brutal tongue. When asked by his owner if he loved her, he told her plainly told her "only from the neck down". Soon after his trips out if his cage ended and his opponents became more and more difficult.
He fought twos and threes nearly every other day and more than once faced beast in single combat. With every victory the crowds roared and the Mistress went back to find a way to become rich on the wicked slave that had slighted her. He continued to bed female slaves and ensure his mistress found out and the Mistress swore to see him dead in the arena.
She finally put him against a bear of unbelievable size and people filled the arena to watch their favorite gladiator face the beast she had bought from another arena. The bear it was said could not be killed and had faced a score of armed men and slain them all.
To ensure Rykev's bloody end she had his ankle chained to a ring in the arena floor. He was given no weapons and only a loincloth for covering. The bear was released and charged immediately. Ryke rolled away from the beast but with only 10 yards of chain his death was all but certain. The bears claws ripped and shredded his flesh as it batted him around the arena but Rykev clung to life.
Bleeding, tired and a hands breadth from death Rykev gathered his chains and did the unthinkable. It had been a full thirty minutes and no one would have thought anything but death possible. It was then as the bear lunged in to bite the man that the chain flew and wrapped around the bear's neck. The bear pulled back and the chained tightened. Between the ring in the floor and every ounce of life Rykev could muster he pulled and soon the unkillable bear fell dead.
It was then, while on his knees on the dusty bloody floor that he heard a voice. It was sweet, powerful and beautiful beyond compare. Sliver light burst from his wounds, strength filled his tired body and the voice told him "Rise my Battleworn son and take the gift I have given you". He rose, his chains fell away and he ran. He climbed from the arena and ran to the wilderness leaving Awe struck people behind to wonder what they had witnessed. The mistress died a month later, eaten by a wild bear while traveling.
Appearance:
He look good yo.
RPs:
Sheet: 30bp
drive.google.com/file/d/0B5rEblCrVdvSWjBkNTZOS25sM2c/view?usp=docslist_api
1st Animal form: Bear