Alcyone

[Alcyone]

Alias: Daevos
Titles: None

Race: Ethaefal
Mortal Form: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Fall: Fall 6, 491AV, Baroque Bay, Sunberth
Height: 6’ in both forms, relatively
Weight: 180lbs in Human form
185lbs in Ethaefal form

Profession: Bouncer at Ionu’s Wager
Housing: Cubacious Inn, Alvadas

Language: Common (Fluent), Tukant (Basic, learned from Sutaril) No poor language.

Alcyone

Physical Appearance:

Daylight: During Syna’s reign, Alcyone’s body mirrors the majesty of the morning sky. Marked by the beauty that all of his kind possess in some aspect, the Ethaefal is tall and statuesque, with a lean physique. Though because he is Forsaken, he does not change from his summer hues. His skin is a shade darker than jasmine and glimmers under the rays of Syna’s light. His hair, cropped short and swept to one side is dark gold in color and framed by ivory glass horns. Along with his molten amber eyes, he is unshaven in this form, though curiously enough, he has never had it grow any further.

Unlike most of his kind who don the majesty of the celestial, Alcyone’s divine seeming has been worn down by years of struggle in a lawless land. His shimmer is dull, his glow, lackluster, like he was left too long in the dim. His molten gaze is the only part of him left ablaze.

Nightfall: When Leth ascends, Alcyone reverts to his mortal seeming: a human man of Black Rock origin. With dark, raven black hair and tanned skin, he is a shadow of his celestial seeming; all calloused hands and pale, blue eyes. His body is lean and corded from a life of fighting, though his flesh retained some semblance of his former life; scars scattered across his back and torso. A tattoo of a raven is visible on his left arm, the wing curled around his shoulder.

Personality:

Alcyone likens himself as an unassuming man. He is generally outwardly nonchalant, yet driven and often labeled callous. Forged in the flames of his past, he has learned to keep his distance; his loyalties kept only to himself. But he is not a hollow man by any means. He is amicable when it is needed and generous when it serves him. But he has no qualms about swindling a man out of his meager coin or using the back of a dice to win bets. He is here to play the Game, and to win, by any means necessary.

History:

Alcyone fell to the waters of Baroque Bay on the sixth of Fall, 491AV. The stone cold waves would have drowned him if it were not for a teal skinned akalak who pulled him from the frigid waters. The frozen, stunned creature found himself under the wing of Sutaril, who introduced himself as a former fighter of the Pits, long since freed from the unscrupulous business. “Raised” under him, the creature grew and learned, calling himself Alcyone, after the name slipped from his tongue almost instinctively. In time the akalak also taught him the art of projection, supplementing his training. He had to be quick on his feet in the city of scoundrels; quick and witty. “Street smart”, the akalak had told him. And in a way, the young ethaefal mirrored his guardian, building up a wall with which he learned to be perceptive, distrustful and unapproachable.

The years passed as they moved from abode to abode with the transient pull of powers between the gangs of Sunberth. Sutaril still had a reputation, and men hunted for his head. During one eventful night under a harvest moon, the two were ambushed, and in the ensuing chaos, the akalak was slain, his blood staining the dusty road in pools. Alcyone, fighting blind in a rage was subdued and tossed into chains. By virtue of his training, he was sold to Tall Johnny, where his life became an endless cage fight, supplemented by the services he was forced to offer to those who paid the right price.

The years weren’t kind to the ethaefal, but through burning perseverance and in memory of Sutaril, Alcyone refused to be broken. After six years, he escaped from Tall Johnny’s with the aid of fellow cage fighters, and escaped on carriage from the rifts of Sunberth. He traveled far, farther than Sylira, where the memory only made him angry, and eventually found himself in the city of Illusion. For eight years, he remained in Alvadas and has remained there to this day.

Skills:

Picture	Skill	Experience	Total	Rank
#	Leadership	10RB	10	Novice
#	Endurance	10SP	10	Novice
#	Weapon: Tamo Daggers	10SP	10	Novice
#	Stealth	10SP	10	Novice
#	Tactics	10SP	10	Novice
#	Projection	10SP	10	Novice

Lores:

Lore: Alvadas Culture

Lore: Alvadas Underground

Possessions:

• Simple Shirt
• Simple Breeches
• Simple Undergarments
• Simple Coat
• Simple Boots
• 1 Waterskin
• 1 Backpack which contains:
• Comb (Wood)
• Brush (Wood)
• Soap
• Razor
• Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
• 1 eating knife
• Flint & Steel
• Tamo Daggers
• Jacket, leather
• Pants, leather
• Belt
• Vest
• Boots, high, leather
• Scarf, cotton
• Leather armor, night

Heirloom: Silver necklace that once belonged to Sutaril.

Ledger:

Name	Credit	Debit	Total
Housing Cash-in	#	500gm	500gm
Starting Package	100gm	+500gm	600gm
Tamo Daggers	-20gm	600gm	580gm
Jacket, leather	-1gm 2sm	580gm	579gm 8sm
Pants, leather	-1gm 6sm	579gm 8sm	578gm 2sm
Belt	-2sm	578gm 2sm	578gm
Vest	-3sm	578gm	577gm 7sm
Boots, high, leather	-1gm	577gm 7sm	576gm
Scarf, cotton	-1sm 3cm	576gm	575gm 8sm 7cm
Leather armor, night	-60gm	575gm 8sm 7cm	516gm 8sm 7cm

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