Anthoni Cole

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Anthoni Cole

Postby Anthoni Cole on February 23rd, 2018, 12:04 am

Anthoni Cole


Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthday: 23rd day of winter, 495 AV
Birthplace: Sunberth

Appearance: Anthoni is taller than most people standing at six feet two inches. He has a lean athletic build like that of a long distance runner which is due to both his active lifestyle and his constantly hungry stomach. Just by looking at him one could easily tell he isn't sitting on a pile of gold. His hair is long and dark, save for a few shades of grey. Trimmed facial hair follows his jawline, chin and upper lip which gives him the fresh look of a young man.

He can usually be seen in solid colored clothing prfering darker tones to more loud and expressive colors. This dark clothing also has the benefit of hiding the poverty that seems to plauge Sunberth, and him. More often than not Anthoni's clothes are dirty and well worn, making darker colors more practical at hiding his poverty. In addition to his clothing Anthoni's lifestyle has also had a direct impact on him.

Living in a city such as Sunberth has crafted him into a survior above all else. As such Anthoni has his fair share of marks that the city impressed upon him. A deep scar runs over his right eye and cuts down his cheek. It's easily Anthoni's most recognizable feature and if not for his youthful blue eyes, it may be intimidating to some. To Anthoni however, it's simply a reminder of just how hard living can be in such a free city.

Character Concept

Anthoni was born and raised in Sunberth, as such he shares most of the qualities others have after living in such a lawless city. The harsh and brutal reality of growing up where everyone is out to get the better of you has forged Anthoni into a survivor. Parinoa strikes deep within him, bleeding off into his social life on almost every account. He is slow to trust others, normally this would be a fault if he lived anywhere else, but he lives in Sunberth. As such his slow trusting nature has helped him more than hindered him; or at least that's how he sees it.

He tries to keep people at arms length unless he's grown used to their company over time. People tend to stick around or they don't, some leave in subtle ways and others simply disappear altogether. He's grown used to this seemingly non-stop fluctuation of people, as such he's learned to keep his emotions at bay. He doesn't want to make a friend that might get stabbed in a back alleyway by a random street thug. More often than not Anthoni sticks with people that have a solid use. Perhaps a merchant he can sell stolen goods to, or a street contact where he can hear the latest rumors, or a lover he can have one good night out of the week with. His life is his own, he's learned not to share it with others on a deep and meaningful level.

This is because his reality is a cold and unforgiving one. Most nights he goes to bed hungry and wakes up tired. Anthoni long abandoned the navie sense of moral right and wrong. In Sunberth you take what you can to survive and if you do it right, you'll never get caught. So he hangs out with the wrong crowd, steals his way to a full stomach, fights his way out of a street beating. Anthoni does what he does to protect him and his own, it may not be the 'right' thing, but it works, and that's good enough for him. He'd rather be the villian if it means keeping him and his little sister alive and well.

He's a free spirit and does what he pleases, he hates being told no, or that he can't do something. It's hard for him to swallow and it rattles him deep inside. When he wants something he gets it, period. He doesn't let anyone or anything stop him from accomplishing his goals. There may not be much honor amoung theives but Anthoni keeps his word. When you have nothing, and grow up dirt poor, your word is all you have. So when he shakes someones hand and tells them he'll do something, he does it. It's given him a good repuatation on the streets, thus people trust him to do jobs, which in turn puts coin in his pocket and food in he and his sisters mouths.

His little sister Keiyara, the one person he holds above all others, is the reason he does the things he does. It's not only for his and her survival but it's for their dream to one day rise above the cold ashes of Sunberth. His little sister brings the color to him in a world of grey and black. He loves her, and he hates to dissappoint her and watch her suffer. Returning to their tiny home is a burden in and of itself because everytime he goes back and sees her there, with little food and ragged clothes, he always feels like he failed her somehow.

Anthoni may be a dangerous street criminal, but all he does, he does for Keiyara.

Character History

Anthoni was born a bastard to a tavern wench in Sunberth. His father was a no show his entire life, he could hardly blame the man though, he doubted even his mother knew who the man was. As such he was no stranger to the rough crowds or the poverty stricken way of life that plauged Sunberth. Even as far back as his earliest memories Anthoni had nothing fancy to show for. He was simply born and raised poor, living a life he thought was normal.

He had some good memories with his mother, a woman that was genuinely kind and loving to him. Even though she was a wench, someone who sold sex for money, she kept her business life away from her son as much as she could. Even though she tried her best to keep it from Anthoni he still figured out fairly easily. Growing up he was constantly reminded by thugs of just how his mother earned her living. It would anger him, which only led to fghts that more often than not led to Anthoni being beaten somewhere. However Anthoni would always fight, returning home to his mother only to catch an earful from her.

It was a hard life being the son of a whore. Most nights he'd be alone which only invited him to explore the streets. It was dangerous, of course, but after all it was Anthoni's city. He'd find some kind of trouble, getting into fights, stealing something tasty, throwing horse dung at someones house. Anthoni was a rebel and he learned quickly, at a young age, just how to survive in Sunberth. His mother didn't like that but, in all honesty, there was nothing she could really do about it. Besides he knew, even if his mother wouldn't say so, that they were barely surviving as is. So a little extra coin from Anthoni's schemes was welcome.

By the time Anthoni was in his mid teens he was already involved with a group of street thieves. They'd pickpocket rich merchants, mug newcomers to the city in back alleys, do odd jobs for bigger gangs and muscle their way to protecting the wealthy. Everything was for a price, of course, and Anthoni was starting to become a regular criminal. Of course all of this was while his mother kept doing the only thing she knew how, to whore.

All of that changed though when one of the worst things that could possibly happen, happened. His mother started to have the morning sickness and her belly began to grow even though they barely ate. She was pregnant with her second child.

As such she had to quit whoreing, which meant no money would come in from her. The weight had finally fell directly on Anthoni's shoulders, he had to now support both himself and his pregnant mother. He did this the only way he knew how to do. His daily activites and nightly adventures only got worse, he began to steal more, mug more and the criminal gateway opened up in one big drastic way. He put his name out in the grapevine and suddenly all kinds of questionable work came looking for him. He started to smuggle, pickpocket, rob homes, collect debts, all kinds of things.

Sometimes things would end badly, he'd return home with a brusied body or busted lip. His mother would take care of him, tears in her eyes as she didn't want this kind of life for her son, but that's the way it was for a long time. Eventually though the hard time of the pregnancy was over and Keiyara, his sister, was born. Again Anthoni's mother didn't know who the father was, and it was certainly not the same man that fathered Anthoni, but it didn't matter to either of them. Anthoni had a baby sister and that's all that mattered.

As if the hard times would never end now came the responsibility of a baby. His mother was sick for a short while after having Keiyara, so Anthoni still had to carry the burden of being the only source of income. On top of that his mother was busy with the baby and after having two kids, her whoreing days were over. Which was fine with Anthoni as of that point he was bringing in enough coin to keep the family out of any serious trouble. So that's the way it was for a long time.

Even if it wasn't the best way to live, it was a living. As the seasons passed his mother got old at a young age. The way she lived in her past years had finally caught up with her, she grew sick often, moody, and slept for much longer than usual. Keiyara was young at the time, but old enough to care for herself while Anthoni was away. As much as he tried he simply could not both feed and shelter his family, then also afford a doctor to regularly check in on his mother. He had to choose which was more important.

Anthoni's biggest trial to date was when he had to bury his mother. She grew to sick and died in her sleep one night. Anthoni was left to care for his ten year old baby sister alone. At first his grief wasn't shown openly, Anthoni simply took more dangerous and risker jobs than usual. After a short while though the reality of his mothers absence set in. He'd raise his baby sister alone and he'd provide for her the only way he knew how.

He's been providing for him and his little sister Keiyara for three years now.


Fluent Language: Common
Poor Language: Fratava


Skill EXP Total Proficiency
Acrobatics 15 RB 15 Novice
Brawling 10 SP 10 Novice
Larceny 30 SP 30 Competent
Persuasion 5 SP 5 Novice
Weapon: Dagger 5 SP 5 Novice


Lore of Sunberth Street Layout
Lore of Sunberth Culture


1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Metal)
-Brush (Metal)
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
-Dagger, Sap Pommel
-Bone Dice Set
-Thieves Tools
64 Gold Mizas

Heirloom: A coin his mother gave him when he was young. It's his lucky coin.


Location: Sunberth

House: An apartment in the Sunset Quarters.


Purchase Cost Total
Starting +100 GM 100 GM
Dagger, Sap Pommel 1 GM 99 GM
Dice Set, Bone 5 GM 94 GM
Theive's Tools 30 GM 64 GM

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