Post by kurteth on Apr 17, 2024 3:58:51 GMT
Name:
Seth
Age:
33
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Seth
Age:
33
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Standing at 6'2", Seth seems of a rather average mass, though has a surprising strength not hinted at by his weight.
Abilities:Seth isn't the fastest, or the most dexterous. He isn't the most quiet, nor the smartest. What he is, however, is Relentless When there is a wall in his way, he WILL find a way through it, he WILL knock it down. A problem beyomd his skill set? He will find someone, or something that can do it for him even if by force. A combatant is faster, more skilled with a blade? Seth would willingly attempt to trick his oppoment into an opening, allowing himself to be stabbed, all so that he can get the killing blow. When he has his sights set, his rage will not let him stay quiet. For better or for worse. The quickest way from A to B is a straight line, and goddamnit he will break through any obstacle that says otherwise.
Recently, what can only be described as a metaphysical tattoo has appeared on the back of his left wrist. Occasionally it burns, though Seth has no way to remove it. Neither scratching, washing, or, scrubbing will remove it. Even with a knife, Seth discovered he cannot cut it off as it is beyond skin deep.
Skills:
A skilled combatant with a greatsword that uses any and all advantages that come his way. He has developed a fighting style that allows him to use his strength and speed to their fullest. Wearing lighter armor mostly, besides his one arm, allows him to quickly maneuver around the battlefield. The plate arm acts as a shield on the left side of the body, often deflecting or parrying right handed men's attacks. Through simply surviving as a mercenary he has learned to trust his instincts and think on his feet. Life on the road has taught him rudimentary traps and hunting techniques, as well as various wilderness survival strategies. During a job in Bloxsam he learned the basics of sailing, though his job was specifically being a rigger.
Inventory:
A 6 foot long greastsword that is slightly thicker than most models of its length. It's heavier, and a bit unwieldy, as Seth uses it to cut through enemy weapons and armor, rather than quickly moving past them. A red gambeson, and hidden chain mail shirt. Hand wraps, pouches, greatsword hooks to carry the weapon on his back. And, one pauldron and arm of plate mail, the "shield" arm. Leather boots. A few days traveling rations. A bag with a lean-to tarp and cloak/sleeping wrap. Very little currency. A ring on a leather necklace.
Skills:
A skilled combatant with a greatsword that uses any and all advantages that come his way. He has developed a fighting style that allows him to use his strength and speed to their fullest. Wearing lighter armor mostly, besides his one arm, allows him to quickly maneuver around the battlefield. The plate arm acts as a shield on the left side of the body, often deflecting or parrying right handed men's attacks. Through simply surviving as a mercenary he has learned to trust his instincts and think on his feet. Life on the road has taught him rudimentary traps and hunting techniques, as well as various wilderness survival strategies. During a job in Bloxsam he learned the basics of sailing, though his job was specifically being a rigger.
Inventory:
- Currency: Deprived. No money to your name whatsoever. No home, no livelihood. Subsists on the dregs of society and the wilderness.
A 6 foot long greastsword that is slightly thicker than most models of its length. It's heavier, and a bit unwieldy, as Seth uses it to cut through enemy weapons and armor, rather than quickly moving past them. A red gambeson, and hidden chain mail shirt. Hand wraps, pouches, greatsword hooks to carry the weapon on his back. And, one pauldron and arm of plate mail, the "shield" arm. Leather boots. A few days traveling rations. A bag with a lean-to tarp and cloak/sleeping wrap. Very little currency. A ring on a leather necklace.
Milestone:
Find Him. Kill Him.
Chronicle:
Seth was born to a concubine in a traveling mercenary company called the Ebon Hound. They weren't particularly savory. Not knowing which mercenary was his father was common, and while he did have a mother he was told she died in a raid before he was four. Being just another addition to the runts running around, the "children" of the concubine were often corralled with their mothers during missions, and sent to work during the day. Nothing is free, was the motto. To earn the right to food, the runts were given the job of de-rusting and polishing armor, feeding and cleaning the horses, gathering firewood, any sort of job that didn't involve fighting. Eventually, the kids were able to branch out. Seth, particularly, wanted to be a blacksmith. However, his hands were not dexterous enough, his fingers not precise enough for the work. Instead, they decided to bring him out to the field early, setting him up to carry supplies and weapons to adults on the battlefield. He got his first taste of battle around the age of 7, running weapons back and forth, killing his first man by being too short to be noticed. As he grew, Seth become more skilled in battle, becoming a proper member of the Ebon hound earlier than most of the other "runts." Though, Seth found himself unable to commit in enjoying the "spoils of war". Seth could only imagine his mother as the Ebon Hound lived up to their reputation. It got to the point where he almost killed a fellow member over it. He was forced to leave the Ebon Hound at the aged of 15.
Traveling as a Mercenary, Seth found himself wandering Galt, picking up odd jobs, and joining small campaigns, protection duty, or even animal hunting. He picked up whatever work he could, even joining a ship as a rigger in Bloxham. Seth found himself improving at combat, improving at thinking on his feet, using tactics some might call dirty or too brutal to win. Surviving, is all he knew. At the age of 22, his skills only would take him so far. A job that had him with a rag tag group of Mercenaries saw them against a much more organized force. Seth realized, in this case he was nothing more than a common bandit. A well trained mercenary troupe some 400 men strong were organized, deadly, and efficient were his opponents. Where he was stationed was suddenly come upon but a small troupe, lead by a woman in gleaming armor, with striking red hair. Her halberd was deadly quick, and her voice barked orders to her squad with commanding authority. They were decimated. Seth fought her, for a bit. It was the hardest fight he had ever had. And it only lasted about 30 seconds before he saw her halberd come for his head, and all went black...
Imagine his surprise, bound and gagged and with a splitting headache. She had used the blunt of her axe. Why? They were tied up, weapons no where to be found. Surrounded by the same people that had just decimated them. Seth realized he was tied up with three others. He was the first to awaken. A fighter of mercenary company came to them and explained, they kept those alive who they saw talent in, gave them a chance to join up. Wasting talent was never good for strength of a company, and adding talent would only bolster their numbers. Of course, not everyone agreed, and some tried to betray. Those didn't end well. Seth, seeing no point in not joining up with such a strong company, agreed. And after a few months of being under watch, finally proved himself not a traitor in battle. Eventually even joining the squad of the woman who spared his life.
Find Him. Kill Him.
Chronicle:
Seth was born to a concubine in a traveling mercenary company called the Ebon Hound. They weren't particularly savory. Not knowing which mercenary was his father was common, and while he did have a mother he was told she died in a raid before he was four. Being just another addition to the runts running around, the "children" of the concubine were often corralled with their mothers during missions, and sent to work during the day. Nothing is free, was the motto. To earn the right to food, the runts were given the job of de-rusting and polishing armor, feeding and cleaning the horses, gathering firewood, any sort of job that didn't involve fighting. Eventually, the kids were able to branch out. Seth, particularly, wanted to be a blacksmith. However, his hands were not dexterous enough, his fingers not precise enough for the work. Instead, they decided to bring him out to the field early, setting him up to carry supplies and weapons to adults on the battlefield. He got his first taste of battle around the age of 7, running weapons back and forth, killing his first man by being too short to be noticed. As he grew, Seth become more skilled in battle, becoming a proper member of the Ebon hound earlier than most of the other "runts." Though, Seth found himself unable to commit in enjoying the "spoils of war". Seth could only imagine his mother as the Ebon Hound lived up to their reputation. It got to the point where he almost killed a fellow member over it. He was forced to leave the Ebon Hound at the aged of 15.
Traveling as a Mercenary, Seth found himself wandering Galt, picking up odd jobs, and joining small campaigns, protection duty, or even animal hunting. He picked up whatever work he could, even joining a ship as a rigger in Bloxham. Seth found himself improving at combat, improving at thinking on his feet, using tactics some might call dirty or too brutal to win. Surviving, is all he knew. At the age of 22, his skills only would take him so far. A job that had him with a rag tag group of Mercenaries saw them against a much more organized force. Seth realized, in this case he was nothing more than a common bandit. A well trained mercenary troupe some 400 men strong were organized, deadly, and efficient were his opponents. Where he was stationed was suddenly come upon but a small troupe, lead by a woman in gleaming armor, with striking red hair. Her halberd was deadly quick, and her voice barked orders to her squad with commanding authority. They were decimated. Seth fought her, for a bit. It was the hardest fight he had ever had. And it only lasted about 30 seconds before he saw her halberd come for his head, and all went black...
Imagine his surprise, bound and gagged and with a splitting headache. She had used the blunt of her axe. Why? They were tied up, weapons no where to be found. Surrounded by the same people that had just decimated them. Seth realized he was tied up with three others. He was the first to awaken. A fighter of mercenary company came to them and explained, they kept those alive who they saw talent in, gave them a chance to join up. Wasting talent was never good for strength of a company, and adding talent would only bolster their numbers. Of course, not everyone agreed, and some tried to betray. Those didn't end well. Seth, seeing no point in not joining up with such a strong company, agreed. And after a few months of being under watch, finally proved himself not a traitor in battle. Eventually even joining the squad of the woman who spared his life.
Josselyn.
The Crimson Blades.
That was the name of the mercenary company. It made sense, they all wore red. Seth had heard of them before in passing, which says something. Mercenary companies who get any kind of recognition are to be feared. Seth found himself with them for years, the better part of a decade. Becoming friends, brothers in arms, family, with these folk. They were so different from the Mercenaries he knew, so different from the Ebon Hound. Though they weren't knights, they had some sense of morality, some sense of honor. It was, inspiring. Seth even took an apprentice: Reldar. The years with the Crimson Blades were the happiest of his life. Especially because of the love and affection that had developed with Josselyn. Through the years, the two grew closer, to eventually being enraptured with each other. She made him a better person, kept him on his toes, called him out on his wrong doings, and constantly made him happy. He even got the courage to ask her to become his betrothed, to be husband and wife. She laughed and claimed it was about time. Of course. Yes.
Eventually, the Crimson Blades finally struck it big. An huge opportunity far larger than any job they had gotten before. A job from a noble of the Imperium itself. Everest was the name. The reasoning was relatively hush hush from the hire ups, which was standard, but the Crimson Blades were simply to protect a noble:Everest, a counselor, on his journey to meet with the Inquisition. A simple job, no expected armed conflict, close enough to the capital that there wouldn't be a large enough force to be able to move in their way. The job was basically over, tomorrow, they were to meet with the Inquisition, and Everest would go off with them. All in all, an easy job. That was exactly the problem.
Her scream. Josselyn's scream. Seth's eyes finally focused, and he realized he was choking out Reldar, his squad mate. Seth suddenly found himself disoriented, awake, his body had been moving. Memories flooded back to him all at once as he became conscious, pushing Reldar back. Reldar came at him again with a veracity to kill, a blank stare in his eye. As they fought, wrestling, Seth was taking in the world around him. Chaos. The Crimson Blades....all of them: screaming, fighting, killing. It was frenzy. People he'd known for years, people who have been the closest of friends, tearing out each other's throats. Her scream. He heard it again. He didn't have time. With a decisive fist to the jaw, Seth ended the fight with Reldar, sending him down. Her scream. He knew it was her. And he recognized that scream. Memories from his childhood, memories from the Ebon Hound came flooding back. The spoils of war. A rage came over him as he began sprinting, no weapon nor armor on him. Men, women, friends, were in his way, trying to kill him, trying to kill each other, doing unspeakable things to one another. As if all their humanity had been stripped, and all that was left was the worst of them. Seth found himself killing people he loved as siblings: Vox, Julia, Grashugel, Robert. More had come at him with weapons, broken bottles. It didn't matter, a quick disarm, a knife to the throat, a kick to buckle the knee. Her scream. It was still going. He had to get to her.
Finally, he saw her hair. He saw her face, bruised, eyes swollen shut. Men surrounding her. Men fighting over her. These moments are those he relives every night. By the end, they were all dead, only Seth remained alive, however bruised, broken, and bloodied. Josselyn in his arms, he shook her, begged her, wailed, screamed for her to respond. Her scream had been the last thing he heard from her...
And as he sat there, clutching her lifeless body, tears blurring his vision, he caught only a glimpse. In front of the tent of the noble they were meant to protect, he finally saw it.
Him.
Tall. Slender. Long hair, fair and light. Sharp features. Ornate robes, jewelry, gloves. Hands by his side, smile across his face. The noble was at the end of his hand, floating in front. He didn't even have to touch him. His hand raised out in front, slowly, deliberately. A finger extended, swiping only slightly to the left. Everest's head was turned 360 degrees. As the body of the noble collapsed, He just smiled. After a moment of admiring his work He looked to the rest of the chaos that was ensuing, and merely clapped. Seth felt blood flood from his nose. He looked down at her face, before all went black.
The morning sun burned his skin. His wrist hurt. All around was silence. Everyone laid exactly where they were. He didn't have time. The Inquisition was coming. He knew the rumors, he couldn't be the only survivor. They'd never let him out. His wrist hurt. He had to get Him. He had to kill Him. There wasn't any time to waste. Taking Josselyn's body, he wrapper her in cloth, gathered his armor and weapon, and set out. Carrying her body with him, he found himself with no more tears. He traveled in silence for hours with a burning wrist, realizing only that it had become night when he could no longer see much at all. He did not stop walking. He had to move. He had to find a safe place for her. His mind, his eyes, his thoughts were only consumed with the night before. Eventually, morning broke, as he came across a small lake. This...this would be the spot. Tranquil. He buried her under an Oak tree, and spent the rest of the day with her, sitting under the shade of the tree, telling her of all the plans he had wanted for their life together.
His eyes opened when it was again morning. He wasn't sure when he had lost consciousness. It didn't matter. His wrist now bore a horrible mark. He couldn't understand it. It didn't matter. He was hungry, exhausted, at the end of his rope. It didn't matter. Nothing else did. Seth finally got up, and took one final look at the grave. He had left his betrothal ring with her. Hers, he put around his neck, tucking it beneath his chainmail and shirt. It was cold. Seth then turned, and headed towards the capital. The only thing that mattered on his mind. The only reason he was still alive. The only thing that he will do.
Find Him. Kill Him.
Myth:
Quest Log:
Miscellaneous:
Seth really likes red meat.
