Severan Larnik
03-27-14, 08:02 PM
It wasn't my choice to turn out this way.
Well, the fact that I ultimately amounts to multiple, terrible choices I made along the way; in spite of that oversight, I didn't mean it. Honest. Everything I've ever done was intended in a noble way. Sophia and I were so happy. At least, until she took Inigo into her bed. Those two were a matter of honor.
It's a nobleman's curse, you know. Honor, I mean. If it had been up to me, I'd have let her free into his arms to live whatever plain, boring life they had ahead of them. But a noble demands satisfaction. My dad told me that, once. I never really understood it until my hands were stained.
You know the sick part about being noble? All of that blood- that tainted, necessary, ugly blood- it becomes addictive. At first, you feel terrible about it. You do it and it makes you sick in your stomach, but you keep doing it. Because "you have to." Because anything less is beneath you.
Then it starts to feel good. Instead of hating it, your humanity ebbs away, and you feel light. The power intoxicates you, and you can't stop. When I felt myself slipping away into that twisted oblivion, I tore myself free of it all.
See, I wasn't born noble. My dad was a poor, poor man living in the slums of Radasanth. He had it in his head that we could rise above all of that. The circumstances of our birth don't dictate our fate. He was a firm believer in changing destinies.
Crock of shit, if you ask me.
He taught me how to talk, and how to market myself to others. What money we had that didn't go to necessities went toward my attire, and the documents that "certified" me as educated. That's how I met Missy, who made a man of me.
Or did I make a woman of her? Semantics. Anyway, Missy and I were very much in love. For the first few days, we ventured from her bedroom only to use the restroom or eat (we did neither if it could be helped.) After the allure of our bodies wore off and we were left to realize love was only skin deep, we looked for a deeper connection.
Her father was not so happy with her when he learned of our tryst, and he ordered my arrest. Powerful men are very dangerous, you must understand. It was only my training in... shall we say, the less tasteful arts? Yes, lets use that. It was only that training that saved me.
Guards are terrified when they see their lord and master hung from his own bedroom window, and further deterred from chase by his daughter relieved of her entrails. I recall almost feeling bad about killing her, now.
Missy was a bitch. Probably more than Sophia was. That's neither here nor there, of course. You're wondering what the point of all this is, and I'm going to tell you. But it's important that you glean from all this that I'm completely innocent. All of them had it coming when they crossed me.
I'm a thief, you see. I steal into the skirts of rich young women and pilfer their father's coffers dry. Would that I could have stayed with every one of them, and would that none of them had brains to go with their bounteous bodies.
The ones who never figured. it out always got to live. My father had a firm belief in destiny, you see. "You never deprive someone of their future if they don't trod on yours." And I didn't! Provided they never interrupted the delicate process of acquiring their dearest daddy's coin, I only made them enjoy every moment.
All of that changed when I met Aria. Ah, my queen, my goddess! Aria, who's eyes shimmered like the moon on a lake, who's lips curved so gently and tasted of sweetest honey. Aria, my true and only love. The woman who blackened my heart.
Aria was forbidden fruit from the first moment we met. Her smile was kind, but she told me everything I needed to know in so few words. "Not on your life." To think, rejected by one woman of modest birth would ruin me thus.
She knew the truth of me, and that hurt. When someone knows you for what you truly are and rejects it, it burns. When someone can see right through your act and rip you down from your pedestal, you are left exposed. I think she hated me; but gods, I loved Aria.
It was Aria who called forth the guard, and Aria who had me cast out. I will never be allowed in Radasanth again- Radasanth my home, my past, my very lifeblood! Better, I suppose, than the alternative, but it hurts no less.
I am a thief, but I am more than that. I am a master of vengeance. A connoisseur of revenge.
My heart may be broken, but my resolve will never falter.
Severan Larnik is black haired with icy blue eyes. He stands 5'7" and weighs only 138 lbs. By trade, he is a thief, but his skills lie heavily in charisma and violence.
Personality: Contrary to his sociopathic tendency, Sev is an extremely nice guy who just makes terrible decisions. With the right guidance, he could easily reform; unfortunately, Sev has never had that guidance, and he becomes more twisted with each horrible crime he commits in his endless quest to appease his father.
Skills:
Daggers/Knives: Skilled
Anatomy: Highly knowledgeable
Silver tongued
Understanding of upper class culture
Theatrics
Flaws:
Compulsive Liar: He won't admit he's in the wrong, even when he knows he is. He is almost deluded enough to believe some of the things he says.
"When you want to do the right thing, but can't": Sev has a terrible track record of making horrific decisions. So many of his fouls could have easily been averted if he'd thought it through, or just done the right thing from the start.
Pride: Such is Sev's inflated ego that he demands to be satisfied when wronged. It gets him into trouble, often the worst kind. His father's obsession with status likely influenced this trait.
Abilities:
"Well, hello there... have we met before?": Sev has a way with words. When he wills his words toward a specific target, they feel compelled to obey. Increased effectiveness on female targets. (A male of equal or strength would have an easy time fighting the influence, whereas a weaker male would probably be swayed: a female of the same strength would face extreme difficulty, and a weaker female would simply fall in line.)
Seething Hatred: While he is a good person at heart, Sev is heavily burdened by anger and hate. This hatred focuses him and makes him cunning and vicious. (He is able to perform feats of strength and speed otherwise beyond his capabilities- he can lift twice his body weight and run at the speed of a sprinter for several minutes before tiring.)
Equipment: Two Iron Daggers
Black linen robes
Well, the fact that I ultimately amounts to multiple, terrible choices I made along the way; in spite of that oversight, I didn't mean it. Honest. Everything I've ever done was intended in a noble way. Sophia and I were so happy. At least, until she took Inigo into her bed. Those two were a matter of honor.
It's a nobleman's curse, you know. Honor, I mean. If it had been up to me, I'd have let her free into his arms to live whatever plain, boring life they had ahead of them. But a noble demands satisfaction. My dad told me that, once. I never really understood it until my hands were stained.
You know the sick part about being noble? All of that blood- that tainted, necessary, ugly blood- it becomes addictive. At first, you feel terrible about it. You do it and it makes you sick in your stomach, but you keep doing it. Because "you have to." Because anything less is beneath you.
Then it starts to feel good. Instead of hating it, your humanity ebbs away, and you feel light. The power intoxicates you, and you can't stop. When I felt myself slipping away into that twisted oblivion, I tore myself free of it all.
See, I wasn't born noble. My dad was a poor, poor man living in the slums of Radasanth. He had it in his head that we could rise above all of that. The circumstances of our birth don't dictate our fate. He was a firm believer in changing destinies.
Crock of shit, if you ask me.
He taught me how to talk, and how to market myself to others. What money we had that didn't go to necessities went toward my attire, and the documents that "certified" me as educated. That's how I met Missy, who made a man of me.
Or did I make a woman of her? Semantics. Anyway, Missy and I were very much in love. For the first few days, we ventured from her bedroom only to use the restroom or eat (we did neither if it could be helped.) After the allure of our bodies wore off and we were left to realize love was only skin deep, we looked for a deeper connection.
Her father was not so happy with her when he learned of our tryst, and he ordered my arrest. Powerful men are very dangerous, you must understand. It was only my training in... shall we say, the less tasteful arts? Yes, lets use that. It was only that training that saved me.
Guards are terrified when they see their lord and master hung from his own bedroom window, and further deterred from chase by his daughter relieved of her entrails. I recall almost feeling bad about killing her, now.
Missy was a bitch. Probably more than Sophia was. That's neither here nor there, of course. You're wondering what the point of all this is, and I'm going to tell you. But it's important that you glean from all this that I'm completely innocent. All of them had it coming when they crossed me.
I'm a thief, you see. I steal into the skirts of rich young women and pilfer their father's coffers dry. Would that I could have stayed with every one of them, and would that none of them had brains to go with their bounteous bodies.
The ones who never figured. it out always got to live. My father had a firm belief in destiny, you see. "You never deprive someone of their future if they don't trod on yours." And I didn't! Provided they never interrupted the delicate process of acquiring their dearest daddy's coin, I only made them enjoy every moment.
All of that changed when I met Aria. Ah, my queen, my goddess! Aria, who's eyes shimmered like the moon on a lake, who's lips curved so gently and tasted of sweetest honey. Aria, my true and only love. The woman who blackened my heart.
Aria was forbidden fruit from the first moment we met. Her smile was kind, but she told me everything I needed to know in so few words. "Not on your life." To think, rejected by one woman of modest birth would ruin me thus.
She knew the truth of me, and that hurt. When someone knows you for what you truly are and rejects it, it burns. When someone can see right through your act and rip you down from your pedestal, you are left exposed. I think she hated me; but gods, I loved Aria.
It was Aria who called forth the guard, and Aria who had me cast out. I will never be allowed in Radasanth again- Radasanth my home, my past, my very lifeblood! Better, I suppose, than the alternative, but it hurts no less.
I am a thief, but I am more than that. I am a master of vengeance. A connoisseur of revenge.
My heart may be broken, but my resolve will never falter.
Severan Larnik is black haired with icy blue eyes. He stands 5'7" and weighs only 138 lbs. By trade, he is a thief, but his skills lie heavily in charisma and violence.
Personality: Contrary to his sociopathic tendency, Sev is an extremely nice guy who just makes terrible decisions. With the right guidance, he could easily reform; unfortunately, Sev has never had that guidance, and he becomes more twisted with each horrible crime he commits in his endless quest to appease his father.
Skills:
Daggers/Knives: Skilled
Anatomy: Highly knowledgeable
Silver tongued
Understanding of upper class culture
Theatrics
Flaws:
Compulsive Liar: He won't admit he's in the wrong, even when he knows he is. He is almost deluded enough to believe some of the things he says.
"When you want to do the right thing, but can't": Sev has a terrible track record of making horrific decisions. So many of his fouls could have easily been averted if he'd thought it through, or just done the right thing from the start.
Pride: Such is Sev's inflated ego that he demands to be satisfied when wronged. It gets him into trouble, often the worst kind. His father's obsession with status likely influenced this trait.
Abilities:
"Well, hello there... have we met before?": Sev has a way with words. When he wills his words toward a specific target, they feel compelled to obey. Increased effectiveness on female targets. (A male of equal or strength would have an easy time fighting the influence, whereas a weaker male would probably be swayed: a female of the same strength would face extreme difficulty, and a weaker female would simply fall in line.)
Seething Hatred: While he is a good person at heart, Sev is heavily burdened by anger and hate. This hatred focuses him and makes him cunning and vicious. (He is able to perform feats of strength and speed otherwise beyond his capabilities- he can lift twice his body weight and run at the speed of a sprinter for several minutes before tiring.)
Equipment: Two Iron Daggers
Black linen robes