Virga Dominatio

[Virga Dominatio]

Virga Dominatio Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 24 Birthday: 490, Summer, Day 36 Birthplace: Syliras Appearance: Dom has a slim, slighlty muscular build that he has got from his long hour spent on training acrobatics. He has light green eyes. His outfit is simple and white. Character Concept Full name: Virga Dominatio Nickname: Dom Personality: Dom has a very relaxed personality and doesn’t judge people easily, except for very religious people thanks to his past. He is very social but doesn’t get close to people easily, since he want’s to be able to live life as he wants to without having any obligations. He enjoys the occasional drink or other drugs but he dosen’t have a problem. While he might not have much he’s never really stresed about his problems but takes life easily. Character History Birth and Family: Dom was born in Syliras in a highly religious family, praying especially to the god of Faithfulness and purity, Yahal, but also the god of peace and civilization, Sylir. His mother had been born into religion, just like his mother, and had little to say about who she had to marry. Not that she forced to it, but she was not aloud to have a lot of interaction with people who their parents saw as “unworthy”, which in their family was basically just another word for unbelievers. His father often referred to her as “His violet flower”. This was because she had dark violet hair, and deep dark eyes. She died in childbirth, even thou she had already given birth before. A long time before Dom had been born she had even birth to another son. Dom’s older brother was rarely spoken of and never mentioned by name. He had deserted the family and their religious ways years before Dom was even born. Dom was raised by his father, a burly man with a large black beard and a shaved head. It was no secret to Dom that his father blamed him for his mothers death. Even thou his father tried to be the best father he could, he often drank to much and in those cases he never had a problem with telling Dom how it was this fault, that he had killed His violet flower. Doms grandparents on his mothers side often helped their son to take care of Dom and raise him. His grandparents were kind people, but they were close to religious fanatics and shunned anyone who showed any sign of straying from the path they thought was correct. Upbringing: Dom’s early life was understandably very strict. His life centered around learning about religion, praying and making sure he stayed true to the path his father and grandparents laid out for him. And then came one night that started what would later be the reason for his departure from his family and way of life. He was 16 years old and had never strayed from the path his father had put up for him. The evening had been like any other, supper had been eaten, prayers had been said. Dom had gone to bed, but for some reason he wasn’t feeling tired and couldn’t fall asleep. He heard his father out in the common room, pouring himself and drink and he knew that once again, his father would be drunk, and he would have to take care of him in the morning. He heard his father put his glass on the table, and then he started rummaging around somewhere. Dom was wondering what he was doing now so he pushed his door open slightly and looked out into the common room. His father had lifted up a plank from the floor, he saw him take out a book from underneath it than put it back. His father took a seat and started reading. Dom had never seen this book before and didn’t know what it was, maybe some religious book he wasn’t aloud to know about? He couldn’t figure it out. But he sat there and watched as his father read, becoming drunker and drunker, and finally put the book back under the wooden plank and go to sleep. Dom waited for awhile before he slowly went out of his room into the common room. He lifted up the wooden plank, that he now easily could see was a lot more worn then the rest of the floor. He took out the book and opened it up, reading the first page. “The diary of Virga Ensifer” Dom read it to himself. Ensifer? Who was that? An ancient relative? He flipped the page and read on. “484, Spring, Day 10 I am starting this Journal because I want all problems about religion be written down. I will document my day to day life and show people how controlled people become. God, I haven’t been aloud to have a single free thought since I was born without being punished. A small comment, a small questioning about anything these people believe and I am scorned. How can people live like this for their entire life? Just accepting the fact that they’re not aloud to think for themselves.. I hope this will all get out, and that people will change the way they think about religion, and finally, I will leave this place, and never return..” Departure: Dom read some from the book every night that his father went to sleep. It didn’t take long before he realized it was his brother that had written the journal, and the longer he got in it, the more he realized that his brother was probably right. Did he want to live like a puppet for the rest of his life? Doing exactly what he’s told, never being aloud to think for himself? No, he did not want to live like this, but neither did he now how he was supposed to leave. It wouldn’t be easy. But he started doing things he wasn’t aloud to. He tried to find out what he was interested in doing, without any care about what he was aloud or not aloud to do. He started learning how to move around in the city the quickest and doing stunts he found fun, so he became limber and quick and started learning acrobatics. He also started training hand to hand combat and also how to fight with a weapon, the easiest he could find - a long stick. He also found something else in the house his brother had left, his fiddle. So Dom started playing the fiddle as well, slowly understanding how the instrument worked. He planned his departure for a long time but didn’t know how to leave, but one night the last drop fell. One night, after a few glasses, his father ound him playing the fiddle. He got a few punches in before Dom could gather himself. After that it was a quick and hard punch that made his father pass out and he was running for his life. He took what he could with him and jumped on his family’s horse and just rode for as long as the horse could take. Sunberth: Dom lived off performing in small town, both acrobatics and with his fiddle for awhile before he made his way to Sunberth. He has been there for about a year now. He doesn’t really know anyone, he performs in streetcorners, hoping to make enough money to live for the day, living on his own terms, taking what is not his sometimes if he is out of money, taking the occasional hit of temper to relax at nights, buying drinks when he has some extra cash. Language Fluent Language: Common Skills   Acrobatics SP: 10 RB: 15 Total: 25 Rank: Novice   Play Fiddle SP: 10 Total: 10 Rank: Novice   Weapon Quarterstaff SP: 20 Total: 20 Rank: Novice   Unarmed Combat SP: 10 Total: 10 Rank: Novice Lores Lore of Sunberth Street Layout Lore of Sunberth Culture Possessions   Starting Pack 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak or Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Metal) -Brush (Metal) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 1 large tent (4 person) Large tarp 100 ft of rope Lantern 2 torches Bedroll Blanket Fishing tackle & hooks Compass A full set of tack Large set of saddlebags.   Bought at creation Dice set, Bone Animal Snare, small x2 Quarterstaff Dagger, Throwing x3 Temper x3 Clay Pipe Simple training post   Bought during RP Heirloom: Fiddle Horse: Reuben (Kavinka Paintedmount) Housing Location: Sunberth House: Tent in a Tent city Ledger Purchase Cost Total When Starting + 100 GM 100 GM Creation Dice set, Bone - 5 CM 99 GM 9 SM 5 CM Creation Animal Snare, small x2 - 10 GM 89 GM 9 SM 5 CM Creation Quarterstaff - 1 GM 88 GM 9 SM 5 CM Creation Dagger, Throwing x3 - 3 GM 85 GM 9 SM 5 CM Creation Temper x3 - 9 GM 76 GM 9 SM 5 CM Creation Training Post, Simple - 5 GM 71 GM 9 SM 5 CM Creation Clay Pipe - 12 GM 59 GM 9 SM 5 CM Creation "Stolen" -3 GM 56 GM 9 SM 5 CM Link Thread List Fall of 514: Day 12: Attacked on the road