Baron von Kilgate
03-02-09, 09:31 PM
"Honey, will you get the door?"
"Not right now! I'm in the middle of something!"
"Honey! I've got my hands full with the kids!" A loud shriek pierced the cold air, followed by a crash. "GEORGE!"
"ALRIGHT! I'll get the freaking door," George mumbled as he exited his workshop. With a crying babe and his agitated wife behind him, George slowly opened his front door.
Rising a full six feet, a man loomed over the weary husband. His clean-shaven face hid nothing about his mischievous style, but a look in his eyes signified a change in his attitude. His short cut hair hinted at a gentleman, but his overcoat suggested a loner.
"Good morning, Mr. Resident!" A jolly smile beamed from the visitor's lips. "Have I got the deal for you!"
Not in the mood for a mysterious guest, George rose his hand to shoo away the pest, but it was caught in mid-air.
"Listen," the man began sharply, "I've been turned down by too many people. If you don't listen to what I've got to say, I will burn your house down."
Horrified, George nodded silently. The man stepped back, took a deep breath, and plastered another smile on to his face.
According to George, it looked much creepier the second time.
"CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON TEN THOUSAND GOLD PIECES!"
Stunned, George let out a tiny squeak as the man thrust a heavy bag into his hand, turned on his heel, and left.
The deceptive yet tedious task completed, the man let out a low sigh. He had never thought that so many people wouldn't be interested in listening to a fairly objective deal. At first, he wanted to chat with the lucky winner, but after having so many doors slammed so rudely, he changed his plan. The first person who accepted his offer would receive the prize, but after a few more rejections, he finally blew his fuse and bestowed his fortune onto George and his family.
This kind stranger's name would have been Baron von Kilgate. He refused this title shortly after his father's quiet death. The would-be baron took his inheritance and gave it away. He now counted out his remaining funds, and realized that with no title and only 200 gold pieces, he would have to make his way into a new reality, one completely seperate from his old responsibility-free world. Just as this man was about to start walking down the street and out of town, he heard a gruff voice.
"Oi!"
The traveler turned his head, and saw George standing in the door's threshold. The home-owner invited his benefactor in.
"So, what's your name?" George prepared a seat for the weary man.
"Just call me Duke," the man responded with a slight afterthought. Somehow, he didn't think Frank Glass would be remembered by this man, and frankly, the name was not favorable to his liking. His suspicions were confirmed as George smiled.
Just then, George's wife entered the room, a baby in her arms and a young child clinging to her leg. Her face drooped, and her shoulders were limp. George turned to embrace his wife, all smiles.
"George, honey, why are you smiling?" Her voice was weak.
"This man just gave us TEN THOUSAND gold pieces!"
His wife nearly dropped the baby. Pulling the child back into her arms, her mouth gaped open.
"Are you serious?" Duke nodded, and the woman placed her baby on the ground before jumping around in ecstasy. "We can finally take that vacation! Dump these F-U-C-K-I-N-G children at my mom's and head to Raiaera!" She shrieked in glee as she left to race around the house gathering supplies for the trip.
George sighed. "Sorry you had to see that. My wife's getting tired of the kids, as you can obviously tell. Seriously though, thanks a lot for this money. We've fallen on hard times lately, and you saved us."
Duke could only chuckle. After requesting for a parchment and quill, he sat down at the table to scribble some words down quickly. Folding the parchment up, he put it into his pocket, thanked George heartily, and headed on his way.
For those who care, the parchment reads:
BEGIN DOCUMENT
Formerly Baron von Kilgate, now known as Duke
23 years of age
Brown hair, light brown eyes
6'1, 215 lbs
Possessions:
clothes on back, includes black overcoat with several pockets, two on the outside, two on the inside. Outer pockets are significantly bigger.
200 gold pieces, in a small velvet bag which rests in the inner right pocket of the overcoat.
2x iron knuckles (http://lh3.ggpht.com/tk42one/R0sM5CL_z7I/AAAAAAAAD44/QH_gKnAT2VA/s400/November+048.jpg), rests in left outer pocket of overcoat until needed.
tin ring on left pinkie finger - no specific markings.*
Current mood:
Satisfied
Goals for future:
learn art of fighting more thoroughly
engage in interesting situations with interesting people
return to man and his family in a year to verify progress
Self-marketable skills:
some knowledge of hand-to-hand combat ability**
well-educated, can read and write (editor's note: ignore the irony)
fiercely independent, yet an agreeable partner
has the ability to adapt to situations and make the best of things
extremely agile, can move much more quickly than normal***
P.S. new goal for future: learn to be more humble
END DOCUMENT
*((Not sellable in the marketplace. Purely character development))
**((Above average ability in hand-to-hand combat))
***((Over-exaggeration. Author only has average dexterity))
"Not right now! I'm in the middle of something!"
"Honey! I've got my hands full with the kids!" A loud shriek pierced the cold air, followed by a crash. "GEORGE!"
"ALRIGHT! I'll get the freaking door," George mumbled as he exited his workshop. With a crying babe and his agitated wife behind him, George slowly opened his front door.
Rising a full six feet, a man loomed over the weary husband. His clean-shaven face hid nothing about his mischievous style, but a look in his eyes signified a change in his attitude. His short cut hair hinted at a gentleman, but his overcoat suggested a loner.
"Good morning, Mr. Resident!" A jolly smile beamed from the visitor's lips. "Have I got the deal for you!"
Not in the mood for a mysterious guest, George rose his hand to shoo away the pest, but it was caught in mid-air.
"Listen," the man began sharply, "I've been turned down by too many people. If you don't listen to what I've got to say, I will burn your house down."
Horrified, George nodded silently. The man stepped back, took a deep breath, and plastered another smile on to his face.
According to George, it looked much creepier the second time.
"CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON TEN THOUSAND GOLD PIECES!"
Stunned, George let out a tiny squeak as the man thrust a heavy bag into his hand, turned on his heel, and left.
The deceptive yet tedious task completed, the man let out a low sigh. He had never thought that so many people wouldn't be interested in listening to a fairly objective deal. At first, he wanted to chat with the lucky winner, but after having so many doors slammed so rudely, he changed his plan. The first person who accepted his offer would receive the prize, but after a few more rejections, he finally blew his fuse and bestowed his fortune onto George and his family.
This kind stranger's name would have been Baron von Kilgate. He refused this title shortly after his father's quiet death. The would-be baron took his inheritance and gave it away. He now counted out his remaining funds, and realized that with no title and only 200 gold pieces, he would have to make his way into a new reality, one completely seperate from his old responsibility-free world. Just as this man was about to start walking down the street and out of town, he heard a gruff voice.
"Oi!"
The traveler turned his head, and saw George standing in the door's threshold. The home-owner invited his benefactor in.
"So, what's your name?" George prepared a seat for the weary man.
"Just call me Duke," the man responded with a slight afterthought. Somehow, he didn't think Frank Glass would be remembered by this man, and frankly, the name was not favorable to his liking. His suspicions were confirmed as George smiled.
Just then, George's wife entered the room, a baby in her arms and a young child clinging to her leg. Her face drooped, and her shoulders were limp. George turned to embrace his wife, all smiles.
"George, honey, why are you smiling?" Her voice was weak.
"This man just gave us TEN THOUSAND gold pieces!"
His wife nearly dropped the baby. Pulling the child back into her arms, her mouth gaped open.
"Are you serious?" Duke nodded, and the woman placed her baby on the ground before jumping around in ecstasy. "We can finally take that vacation! Dump these F-U-C-K-I-N-G children at my mom's and head to Raiaera!" She shrieked in glee as she left to race around the house gathering supplies for the trip.
George sighed. "Sorry you had to see that. My wife's getting tired of the kids, as you can obviously tell. Seriously though, thanks a lot for this money. We've fallen on hard times lately, and you saved us."
Duke could only chuckle. After requesting for a parchment and quill, he sat down at the table to scribble some words down quickly. Folding the parchment up, he put it into his pocket, thanked George heartily, and headed on his way.
For those who care, the parchment reads:
BEGIN DOCUMENT
Formerly Baron von Kilgate, now known as Duke
23 years of age
Brown hair, light brown eyes
6'1, 215 lbs
Possessions:
clothes on back, includes black overcoat with several pockets, two on the outside, two on the inside. Outer pockets are significantly bigger.
200 gold pieces, in a small velvet bag which rests in the inner right pocket of the overcoat.
2x iron knuckles (http://lh3.ggpht.com/tk42one/R0sM5CL_z7I/AAAAAAAAD44/QH_gKnAT2VA/s400/November+048.jpg), rests in left outer pocket of overcoat until needed.
tin ring on left pinkie finger - no specific markings.*
Current mood:
Satisfied
Goals for future:
learn art of fighting more thoroughly
engage in interesting situations with interesting people
return to man and his family in a year to verify progress
Self-marketable skills:
some knowledge of hand-to-hand combat ability**
well-educated, can read and write (editor's note: ignore the irony)
fiercely independent, yet an agreeable partner
has the ability to adapt to situations and make the best of things
extremely agile, can move much more quickly than normal***
P.S. new goal for future: learn to be more humble
END DOCUMENT
*((Not sellable in the marketplace. Purely character development))
**((Above average ability in hand-to-hand combat))
***((Over-exaggeration. Author only has average dexterity))