Lavinian Ambition
12-11-07, 08:29 PM
Name: Jared Cesarino
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Lavinian (Human)
Occupation: Thief
Alias: The Lavinian Firebrand
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 145 Pounds
Hair: Red
Eyes: Grey
Relatives:
Sister – Serenity
Mother – Karla
Father – Ryan
Appearance: Jared is a scrawny kid with wiry muscles that belie his strength and agility. One of the frequently picked on kids he learned fast that the quick target was the one used as a punching bag less often. His hair is ill-kept and often is used as a barrier when he’s deep in thought, forming a screen from his eyes and the world.
Personality: Jared is the product of the harsh growing up in the Lavinian Slums. While proud of his heritage and where he hails from, he often is pulled into things because of his pride. He is the consummate conscious cowboy often righting what he perceives as wrongs. Even if the end result is him in a pool of his blood he will never think twice to tell someone what he thinks of them.
Skills (Passive): Jared being a trained thief has access to the following abilities.
Acrobatics: 1 (Jared is good at using the arena to his advantage. While not perfect at the technique he can often use the scenery to bounce off recover or even launch attacks at his opponent.)
Dagger Proficiency (Lavinian Form): 1 (The art of using a dagger in a practiced and versed manner.)
Skills (Innate):
Echoes of a Soul – Not so much a skill as a puzzle, at times Jared may feel overwhelming de-ja-vu. Sometimes he may become privy to knowledge not necessarily his own, through flashbacks or similar means. This translates into nothing at this moment, however he also has no control over what he sees and more importantly when. The knowledge he gains will be minimal and may only relate a person’s name, or something they had done in the past.
Items:
Pair of steel daggers – identical to the hundreds given to Lavinian Thieves upon completing the trials of thievery
Backpack containing basic traveling equipment
A ring from his sister worn on chain around his neck – it is of no monetary value, merely given by his sister as a memento and a reminder of the promise not to get himself killed
History: Jared was the product of a loving home. His parents weren’t killed in some horrendous accident. His family wasn’t slain by demons. No, Jared was the product of a rather boring life. His sister and him would often joke about wishing for the dramatic life and the dead parents that came with it. While growing up in the slums tempered the man, he was forged in the fires of the Lavinian Thief’s guild. The story of how that came to be was something he was sworn to secrecy.
~*~
Jared ran down the streets ahead of the guards. He knew he was innocent but he also knew the guards wouldn’t believe him if he tried. As he raced he jumped up hitting the lid of a trashcan and springing towards the wall before him scrambling over. As the guards cursed at the quick act he landed on the other side panting. He thought he was alone before he turned as saw a guard at the other end.
“There you are you little thief. I hope you like prison, I know a few of the inmates could use the fresh meat,” The guard said as he moved forward spear at the ready. It was at that moment Jared panicked. Picking up a stone he hefted it before he spun and threw it with all his force, and miraculously hitting the guard in the throat. As the falling guard clutched at his throat Jared sprinted to move past him. Running out into the alleyway he thought he was free until a fist collided with the side of his head.
Hitting the ground with an abrupt stop he groaned before the figure who hit him dragged him into an alleyway. As the guards began to run by Jared was rubbing his jaw and looking around before he saw a hooded man. As he groaned softly the man moved and covered his mouth before he said hurriedly, “You make noise they’ll hear you, and even I can’t protect you then.”
Knowing better than to question the man, for who knew what the man could do to him, he remained silent until the man finally let his mouth go. Smirking softly he said, “There we go, just like that…”
Jared meanwhile was confused. The man wasn’t like any guard he knew; in fact he was dressed more like a thief. Dark colors, the trademark twin daggers. It was all adding up, and Jared suddenly didn’t feel so safe. He looked the man over before he said, “I don’t know what you want, but ask for it and let me go. I don’t want to die!”
“Where did you learn to throw like that?” Was the reply.
“Like what?” Jared asked scared for his life.
“That throw, you threw that rock rather expertly, was it natural, or was it skilled?” The man asked clarifying.
“I just threw it; it seemed right at the time…” Jared said as he looked the man in the eyes, or rather where the eyes of the hooded man should be. The man seemed deep in thought before he smirked under the hood.
“You bastard…I should have known…” He said before he pulled Jared up brushing him off smartly. Jared frowned at the insult and was about to open his mouth before he was cut off, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not that important. For now, I have to see about something. In the meantime, keep your head up, and use this to get home…” He then tossed Jared the cloak he was wearing. Jared caught it before his eyes widened seeing the grey hair man. He looked to be in his late twenties, but his eyes seemed to radiate an ancient wisdom far greater than that. As Jared was about to say something the man held up a hand before he bowed, “If you will excuse me, I have a guild to attend to, and you have a home to get to.”
In a bright flash of light the man disappeared before Jared frowned. Throwing on the cloak he moved swiftly home that day, in debt to who he could only assume was the guild master of the Lavinian Thief’s guild. Over the next five years the guild began to take him in as one of their own, training and teaching him. He soon began to focus on his speed and agility while occasionally figuring out things about people, he shouldn’t. His guild name was christened to him when they realized the hot temper the man had, and they pray for the day someone who doesn’t know him sets it off.
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Lavinian (Human)
Occupation: Thief
Alias: The Lavinian Firebrand
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 145 Pounds
Hair: Red
Eyes: Grey
Relatives:
Sister – Serenity
Mother – Karla
Father – Ryan
Appearance: Jared is a scrawny kid with wiry muscles that belie his strength and agility. One of the frequently picked on kids he learned fast that the quick target was the one used as a punching bag less often. His hair is ill-kept and often is used as a barrier when he’s deep in thought, forming a screen from his eyes and the world.
Personality: Jared is the product of the harsh growing up in the Lavinian Slums. While proud of his heritage and where he hails from, he often is pulled into things because of his pride. He is the consummate conscious cowboy often righting what he perceives as wrongs. Even if the end result is him in a pool of his blood he will never think twice to tell someone what he thinks of them.
Skills (Passive): Jared being a trained thief has access to the following abilities.
Acrobatics: 1 (Jared is good at using the arena to his advantage. While not perfect at the technique he can often use the scenery to bounce off recover or even launch attacks at his opponent.)
Dagger Proficiency (Lavinian Form): 1 (The art of using a dagger in a practiced and versed manner.)
Skills (Innate):
Echoes of a Soul – Not so much a skill as a puzzle, at times Jared may feel overwhelming de-ja-vu. Sometimes he may become privy to knowledge not necessarily his own, through flashbacks or similar means. This translates into nothing at this moment, however he also has no control over what he sees and more importantly when. The knowledge he gains will be minimal and may only relate a person’s name, or something they had done in the past.
Items:
Pair of steel daggers – identical to the hundreds given to Lavinian Thieves upon completing the trials of thievery
Backpack containing basic traveling equipment
A ring from his sister worn on chain around his neck – it is of no monetary value, merely given by his sister as a memento and a reminder of the promise not to get himself killed
History: Jared was the product of a loving home. His parents weren’t killed in some horrendous accident. His family wasn’t slain by demons. No, Jared was the product of a rather boring life. His sister and him would often joke about wishing for the dramatic life and the dead parents that came with it. While growing up in the slums tempered the man, he was forged in the fires of the Lavinian Thief’s guild. The story of how that came to be was something he was sworn to secrecy.
~*~
Jared ran down the streets ahead of the guards. He knew he was innocent but he also knew the guards wouldn’t believe him if he tried. As he raced he jumped up hitting the lid of a trashcan and springing towards the wall before him scrambling over. As the guards cursed at the quick act he landed on the other side panting. He thought he was alone before he turned as saw a guard at the other end.
“There you are you little thief. I hope you like prison, I know a few of the inmates could use the fresh meat,” The guard said as he moved forward spear at the ready. It was at that moment Jared panicked. Picking up a stone he hefted it before he spun and threw it with all his force, and miraculously hitting the guard in the throat. As the falling guard clutched at his throat Jared sprinted to move past him. Running out into the alleyway he thought he was free until a fist collided with the side of his head.
Hitting the ground with an abrupt stop he groaned before the figure who hit him dragged him into an alleyway. As the guards began to run by Jared was rubbing his jaw and looking around before he saw a hooded man. As he groaned softly the man moved and covered his mouth before he said hurriedly, “You make noise they’ll hear you, and even I can’t protect you then.”
Knowing better than to question the man, for who knew what the man could do to him, he remained silent until the man finally let his mouth go. Smirking softly he said, “There we go, just like that…”
Jared meanwhile was confused. The man wasn’t like any guard he knew; in fact he was dressed more like a thief. Dark colors, the trademark twin daggers. It was all adding up, and Jared suddenly didn’t feel so safe. He looked the man over before he said, “I don’t know what you want, but ask for it and let me go. I don’t want to die!”
“Where did you learn to throw like that?” Was the reply.
“Like what?” Jared asked scared for his life.
“That throw, you threw that rock rather expertly, was it natural, or was it skilled?” The man asked clarifying.
“I just threw it; it seemed right at the time…” Jared said as he looked the man in the eyes, or rather where the eyes of the hooded man should be. The man seemed deep in thought before he smirked under the hood.
“You bastard…I should have known…” He said before he pulled Jared up brushing him off smartly. Jared frowned at the insult and was about to open his mouth before he was cut off, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not that important. For now, I have to see about something. In the meantime, keep your head up, and use this to get home…” He then tossed Jared the cloak he was wearing. Jared caught it before his eyes widened seeing the grey hair man. He looked to be in his late twenties, but his eyes seemed to radiate an ancient wisdom far greater than that. As Jared was about to say something the man held up a hand before he bowed, “If you will excuse me, I have a guild to attend to, and you have a home to get to.”
In a bright flash of light the man disappeared before Jared frowned. Throwing on the cloak he moved swiftly home that day, in debt to who he could only assume was the guild master of the Lavinian Thief’s guild. Over the next five years the guild began to take him in as one of their own, training and teaching him. He soon began to focus on his speed and agility while occasionally figuring out things about people, he shouldn’t. His guild name was christened to him when they realized the hot temper the man had, and they pray for the day someone who doesn’t know him sets it off.