Braxus

[Braxus]

Braxus

Basic Information

Race: Human
Birthday & Age :Winter 11, 485 AV (27 years old)
Gender: Male



Physical Description

Standing at 5'11, Braxus has brown hair and brown eyes. He has never heard anything about being ugly, but those women that say he is handsome generally have his mizas in their possession. His build is solid and lean, though he lacks any real muscular definition. He carries several scars on his back, chest and arms from his early years of learning how to live in Sunberth, though he has done well so far keeping his face free of any long term damage.


Character Concept

Braxus has survived due to a simple belief: Don't die. Not one for keeping a regular job or apprenticeship, he spends his time looking for those he deems unworthy to have money or possessions. To Braxus, most people are in a fog, unaware of the brutal nature of Mizahar. Even those who live in Sunberth tend to piss away all of their earnings on whores, booze and gambling. And they wonder why they never make it. Sometimes people need to be reminded about how close people come to death every day.

Character History

As with most children of Sunberth, Braxus did not have an idyllic childhood. His mother did her best to stay on the level and only remain a waitress, but Winter often had her turning tricks to feed herself and Braxus. Many uncles came and went, some crueler than others. His father was a wandering warrior and Braxus actually looked up to him. He was smart enough to leave Sunberth and had the skills and money to do so.

One solid memory of his father remains in his mind to the day, as he had returned during a particularly hot Summer and thought to see his old flame. Braxus noticed dried blood on his scabbard and clothing. His father said the words to him that became a sort of ethos for the lad. "This blood came from someone who tried to kill me, Braxus. They failed. Don't die and you will always succeed. Anyone that tells you that dying for freedom or justice makes it a good thing is either a liar or has never put a sword through a man's heart. Make your own words to die for, or better yet, don't die at all."

Not long after that, his father left and never returned. Braxus felt no longing for him. He appreciated the sentiment, however. His mother met her end at the hands of a particularly savage john in one of the many dark alleys of Sunberth. Braxus found that her passing did not really affect him either. If anything, their little house was quiet from then on. Rather, his little house. His days and nights would be of his own making from then on out.

Most importantly, he would not die.

Languages

Common - Fluent

Training & Skill Points



Dagger 20/100 - (20 pts - starting package)
Observation 10/100 - (10pts - starting package)
Stealth 15/100 - (15pts - racial starting bonus)
Brawling 5/100 -(5pts - starting package)
Seduction 5/100 - (5pts - starting package)
Intimidation 10/100 - (10pts - starting package)
Lore of Sunberth Streetplan (starting package)
Lore of Using a Whetstone (starting package)


Equipment/Possessions
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:

1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
Food for a week
Flint & Steel
Dagger, Sap Pommel
Average Lock
Mask
Crowbar
Shovel
2 pairs of gloves
Rope, Hemp (50 ft.)
2 gallon bucket
Sledge Hammer
Metal Saw
Whetstone

Dark brown breeches, grey shirt, low boots. Dirty brown cloak.

Housing

20 x 20 house in Sunset Quarter
Bunk, hearth, bed, chair, chest and table

Ledger

100 gold mizas (Starting coin)
Dagger, Sap Pommel 1 gm
Average Lock 40 gm
Mask 3 sm
Crowbar 2 gm
Shovel 2 gm
2 pairs of gloves 1 gm
Rope, Hemp (50 ft.) 1 gm
2 gallon bucket 5 sm
Sledge Hammer 1 gm
Metal Saw 4 gm
Whetstone 2 cm

Current total 47 gm, 1 sm, 8 cm