Itoru
Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 3:22 pm
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First Name: "Itoru" (Real name is Etele)
Last Name: Abandoned family name
Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: Early twenties
Height 5'6~
Weight: 130lbs~
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown
Facial Hair Style: None/Shaven
Personality Profile:
General Health: 'Scrawny' and unhygienic, but solid muscle base under his clothes
Deity: Faithless
Initial Alignment: Previously Chaotic Evil, now Lawful Evil
Profession: Learning to be an alchemist
Base Class & Proposed Development: Monk(20)/Blackguard(3)/Warrior of Darkness(7)
Habits/Hobbies: LOTS of drinking, big interest in poisons & potions, hates spellcraft
Languages: Common, Illuskan
Weapon of Choice: Unarmed Strike
Background: One thing remains. Will. The only thing that matters now is the self. A thousand times you could drag me down to the Ninth Hell, and a thousand times I would crawl back. Because long ago, I had decided I want to live. It started back home, when I was younger. I had two parents who I once thought loved me, and friends who I once thought I could trust. We were simple farmers, but we had everything we wanted. Or so I thought. One day, an envoy arrived to represent the Lord of our nearby city. He would stay for a year to observe us, to collect taxes, and to tell us of outside politics and improve our relations. It was nothing bad, if we were short of materials he would send word and we were afforded anything we lacked to further improve our agriculture and housing.
Those were good times. The best year of my life. Because the envoy had brought her daughter to be kept safe with him for the year. She must have been the same age as me, if only a little older. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in this world. Whenever I saw her, I couldn't help but stare. All my friends saw it as obvious. Only a couple of months -weeks, even- later, I was in love with her. A girl I had never as much as spoken a word to, yet I was insane about it. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw her face, her smile. She was the only thing on my mind, and she was on my mind from dawn to dusk, and in every dream in every night. I was unfocused. It was like my purpose in life was shown to me, and everything else was a lie. I was stuck between two worlds, my heart and the outside. Ever since I was born, I was taught to belong. I felt like I belonged. But not anymore. My 'friends' tried to turn me away. Some said she was too good for me, some said I was too good for her. It was my most troubled time, and all the people I once trusted had lied to me and betrayed me, because they wanted me to be theirs again. But I only had myself to blame for ever trusting them. The day finally came. Before I knew it a whole year slipped through my fingers like sand, and the envoy and his daughter were preparing to leave. I stood there, my last chance to finally confess my feelings for her. I stood there, confused and angry at the world, ready to make the biggest choice of my life. I stood there. And I couldn't move. I had the weight of the whole world on my shoulders and I couldn't do anything, but stand there and watch. Watch as she left me behind. For the first and last time in my life, I knew fear. I saw the truth and I was too afraid to grasp it, to take what should have been mine. Through time, my world slowly began to fall apart. There was nothing for me now. No amount of love or gold could ever remedy my illness, for none of those things were what I wanted. One day, without warning and without words, I started to walk and I never looked back again.
I was young and I was stupid, but that's the only reason things worked. I wasn't afraid of anything anymore, and I didn't care for anyone but myself. After all, there were only two worlds to me. Myself, and the outside world. And anything I didn't hold in my heart, I held at the end of a blade instead. As I made my way through the North I did everything I could get away with. I lied, I stole, I even killed when there was an opportunity. After all, I was just a boy, alone in the world, and everyone trusted me. Some people gave me shelter and food, and I gave them a dagger in their backs. They made their choice and I made mine. They were dead and I wasn't. But my luck ran out and when one day I decided to jump on a boat I found myself in Luskan. That place could have been called the Tenth Hell and it wouldn't have made a difference. This time around I was the small fish in the big pond. I had some run-ins with the local gangs, and some days I was beaten. They took what little gold and food I had left. I had gone too far North, and I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I left the city then I would have been ambushed by orcs or worse, so I had no choice but to stay. I never enjoyed eating; even as a peasant I had plenty of food on my plate but I just never had an appetite, so I grew up to be short and scrawny. But this time I learned real hunger. If I stole again I would have lost my hand (or worse) in Luskan, so I had to take what nobody missed. Rats. There was even a restaurant in Luskan that served rats, so it was quite a popular source of food. After all, it was meat, and there was an almost infinite supply. Then one day I caught a disease, and I came down with a heavy fever. I managed to sneak into a barn before things got bad, just to find a little warmth and a place to lie down that wasn't a street or gutter. I was in agony then. I lay there, flailing around, my body and head were hotter than an oven, yet I still felt like I was rolling in snow and ice. I remember seeing both light and dark, but to this day I don't know how many days I spent there. It felt like an eternity. I had no food and water and I couldn't even stand. But one night I closed my eyes, and something miraculous happened. I saw that girl's face again. This time I wasn't scared, but I knew I was about to die. But I said no. I wasn't done yet. I didn't want to die. I wanted to keep going until one day I was strong enough. I can't even remember what for. Maybe I wanted to find her again, or maybe I just wanted to take the whole world with me to hell. But in the end I held on until my body overcame the disease. I was starved and my body was weak, but my will was as tough as steel. I left that barn and started to wander the streets, and it wasn't long before I came across the gang that once took everything from me. When they spotted my now even scrawnier body they all burst out in laughter at my misfortune. They were satisfied that I indeed found myself in a fate worse than death. Or so they thought. I wasn't only determined, but I was even more starved than ever. And in that moment, with the speed and ferocity of a demon or wild beast, I lunged at their leader and began to rip him apart with my teeth. They must have thought I became a ghoul or vampire, because they screamed and bolted in an instant, leaving their leader for dead. When I was...done, I finally had everything to leave that cursed place behind. A sword and dagger, clothes and leather armour, and a large pouch of gold, some of which was once mine. Luckily no one saw what happened in that alley, and I still managed to find some work in Luskan as a sellsword. When they laughed at my size I showed everyone that I could do just as much them, and I earned my own respect. I signed up to escort a caravan as it made it's way through the Sword Coast, and I finally had a decent chance again, with plenty of food and shelter. I trained my body and I regained all that I once lost, becoming stronger than I ever was before. I never really counted the days, but it could have been a few years before I finally decided to leave that caravan behind, just as it arrived at none other than the famous Baldur's Gate.
The Sword Coast was different than the world I once knew as a child. All the magic and strange monsters were a far cry from my small village in the middle of nowhere. But I wasn't scared, I saw it as a new opportunity. More obstacles meant more power once I was done with them. There were so many people and so many places, I could start almost anywhere. Then I discovered monks. I heard and read about them once when I was young, but I never actually saw any in person. But they were real. And I thought to myself, if a bunch of old men can sit around and read books all day and achieve the strength they had...why couldn't I? Of course, I couldn't initially. I didn't know where to start! I spent weeks, trying to find some kind of refuge where I could focus on my training. But no matter who I spoke to, all I ever found was disappointment, and it was obvious I would never find the peace I sought. Then I remembered all the things that led me to this point. All the things I once overcame. And that night in the barn. And I realised I would only find that peace inside me. I ran to find a library, locked myself into a room and started to think. Even started to read again, because they had books on everything, monks, history, lore; and alchemy. I read that some monks became so strong in their training that diseases and poisons had no effect on them. I read as much as I could, and knowing I already fought through one disease, I then started to subject myself to more things. I always loved to drink a bottle of ale, so a little bit of poison hardly made a difference, after all, it's the dose that makes the poison. I mimicked the training of a monk and twisted it to suit myself, and soon enough I began to see results. All that it ever took was a little commitment, and that's all I ever had. My purpose was lost long ago. But one thing remains. Will.
Goals: To complete his training as a monk and become ever stronger
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: ///Big thanks to Isabella Villame for her fortune telling at the winter festival. It was a little bit of a struggle to convince people that Itoru was in fact Lawful, but the words she used gave me inspiration. She described Itoru's future as pain, caused by "Emotion" taking over "Drive". Now I always argued that the difference between Lawful and Chaotic was down to perspectives, but these two words make it a much more clear explanation. Technically both words can be seen as having the same definition, but they could also be seen as stark opposites. Itoru is essentially a Chaotic Evil character, who through training, dogma, and delusion fits himself into the Lawful spectrum. The most basic and obvious proof is that he doesn't actively seek to break laws. He has strong disdain for people who claim authority, but he has respect for legitimate authority, order that works and power. He places no value into the lives of people, but he has a childlike curiosity for different traditions, so he does actually respect strong beliefs and he will work with or even help people if he thinks he can learn from them. To me, what REALLY makes an evil character, is how far they're willing to sink, rather than how high they stand. As Itoru becomes more adept through his training, he will also start to become more reckless. Once he finds he can learn no more, and realises how strong he's become, he will start to change, much reflective of his past journey. Above all, he is selfish, but he respects strength; but as soon as he finds out he's the strongest in a room he won't be so nice.///
First Name: "Itoru" (Real name is Etele)
Last Name: Abandoned family name
Appearance:
Race: Human
Age: Early twenties
Height 5'6~
Weight: 130lbs~
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Dark brown
Facial Hair Style: None/Shaven
Personality Profile:
General Health: 'Scrawny' and unhygienic, but solid muscle base under his clothes
Deity: Faithless
Initial Alignment: Previously Chaotic Evil, now Lawful Evil
Profession: Learning to be an alchemist
Base Class & Proposed Development: Monk(20)/Blackguard(3)/Warrior of Darkness(7)
Habits/Hobbies: LOTS of drinking, big interest in poisons & potions, hates spellcraft
Languages: Common, Illuskan
Weapon of Choice: Unarmed Strike
Background: One thing remains. Will. The only thing that matters now is the self. A thousand times you could drag me down to the Ninth Hell, and a thousand times I would crawl back. Because long ago, I had decided I want to live. It started back home, when I was younger. I had two parents who I once thought loved me, and friends who I once thought I could trust. We were simple farmers, but we had everything we wanted. Or so I thought. One day, an envoy arrived to represent the Lord of our nearby city. He would stay for a year to observe us, to collect taxes, and to tell us of outside politics and improve our relations. It was nothing bad, if we were short of materials he would send word and we were afforded anything we lacked to further improve our agriculture and housing.
Those were good times. The best year of my life. Because the envoy had brought her daughter to be kept safe with him for the year. She must have been the same age as me, if only a little older. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in this world. Whenever I saw her, I couldn't help but stare. All my friends saw it as obvious. Only a couple of months -weeks, even- later, I was in love with her. A girl I had never as much as spoken a word to, yet I was insane about it. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw her face, her smile. She was the only thing on my mind, and she was on my mind from dawn to dusk, and in every dream in every night. I was unfocused. It was like my purpose in life was shown to me, and everything else was a lie. I was stuck between two worlds, my heart and the outside. Ever since I was born, I was taught to belong. I felt like I belonged. But not anymore. My 'friends' tried to turn me away. Some said she was too good for me, some said I was too good for her. It was my most troubled time, and all the people I once trusted had lied to me and betrayed me, because they wanted me to be theirs again. But I only had myself to blame for ever trusting them. The day finally came. Before I knew it a whole year slipped through my fingers like sand, and the envoy and his daughter were preparing to leave. I stood there, my last chance to finally confess my feelings for her. I stood there, confused and angry at the world, ready to make the biggest choice of my life. I stood there. And I couldn't move. I had the weight of the whole world on my shoulders and I couldn't do anything, but stand there and watch. Watch as she left me behind. For the first and last time in my life, I knew fear. I saw the truth and I was too afraid to grasp it, to take what should have been mine. Through time, my world slowly began to fall apart. There was nothing for me now. No amount of love or gold could ever remedy my illness, for none of those things were what I wanted. One day, without warning and without words, I started to walk and I never looked back again.
I was young and I was stupid, but that's the only reason things worked. I wasn't afraid of anything anymore, and I didn't care for anyone but myself. After all, there were only two worlds to me. Myself, and the outside world. And anything I didn't hold in my heart, I held at the end of a blade instead. As I made my way through the North I did everything I could get away with. I lied, I stole, I even killed when there was an opportunity. After all, I was just a boy, alone in the world, and everyone trusted me. Some people gave me shelter and food, and I gave them a dagger in their backs. They made their choice and I made mine. They were dead and I wasn't. But my luck ran out and when one day I decided to jump on a boat I found myself in Luskan. That place could have been called the Tenth Hell and it wouldn't have made a difference. This time around I was the small fish in the big pond. I had some run-ins with the local gangs, and some days I was beaten. They took what little gold and food I had left. I had gone too far North, and I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I left the city then I would have been ambushed by orcs or worse, so I had no choice but to stay. I never enjoyed eating; even as a peasant I had plenty of food on my plate but I just never had an appetite, so I grew up to be short and scrawny. But this time I learned real hunger. If I stole again I would have lost my hand (or worse) in Luskan, so I had to take what nobody missed. Rats. There was even a restaurant in Luskan that served rats, so it was quite a popular source of food. After all, it was meat, and there was an almost infinite supply. Then one day I caught a disease, and I came down with a heavy fever. I managed to sneak into a barn before things got bad, just to find a little warmth and a place to lie down that wasn't a street or gutter. I was in agony then. I lay there, flailing around, my body and head were hotter than an oven, yet I still felt like I was rolling in snow and ice. I remember seeing both light and dark, but to this day I don't know how many days I spent there. It felt like an eternity. I had no food and water and I couldn't even stand. But one night I closed my eyes, and something miraculous happened. I saw that girl's face again. This time I wasn't scared, but I knew I was about to die. But I said no. I wasn't done yet. I didn't want to die. I wanted to keep going until one day I was strong enough. I can't even remember what for. Maybe I wanted to find her again, or maybe I just wanted to take the whole world with me to hell. But in the end I held on until my body overcame the disease. I was starved and my body was weak, but my will was as tough as steel. I left that barn and started to wander the streets, and it wasn't long before I came across the gang that once took everything from me. When they spotted my now even scrawnier body they all burst out in laughter at my misfortune. They were satisfied that I indeed found myself in a fate worse than death. Or so they thought. I wasn't only determined, but I was even more starved than ever. And in that moment, with the speed and ferocity of a demon or wild beast, I lunged at their leader and began to rip him apart with my teeth. They must have thought I became a ghoul or vampire, because they screamed and bolted in an instant, leaving their leader for dead. When I was...done, I finally had everything to leave that cursed place behind. A sword and dagger, clothes and leather armour, and a large pouch of gold, some of which was once mine. Luckily no one saw what happened in that alley, and I still managed to find some work in Luskan as a sellsword. When they laughed at my size I showed everyone that I could do just as much them, and I earned my own respect. I signed up to escort a caravan as it made it's way through the Sword Coast, and I finally had a decent chance again, with plenty of food and shelter. I trained my body and I regained all that I once lost, becoming stronger than I ever was before. I never really counted the days, but it could have been a few years before I finally decided to leave that caravan behind, just as it arrived at none other than the famous Baldur's Gate.
The Sword Coast was different than the world I once knew as a child. All the magic and strange monsters were a far cry from my small village in the middle of nowhere. But I wasn't scared, I saw it as a new opportunity. More obstacles meant more power once I was done with them. There were so many people and so many places, I could start almost anywhere. Then I discovered monks. I heard and read about them once when I was young, but I never actually saw any in person. But they were real. And I thought to myself, if a bunch of old men can sit around and read books all day and achieve the strength they had...why couldn't I? Of course, I couldn't initially. I didn't know where to start! I spent weeks, trying to find some kind of refuge where I could focus on my training. But no matter who I spoke to, all I ever found was disappointment, and it was obvious I would never find the peace I sought. Then I remembered all the things that led me to this point. All the things I once overcame. And that night in the barn. And I realised I would only find that peace inside me. I ran to find a library, locked myself into a room and started to think. Even started to read again, because they had books on everything, monks, history, lore; and alchemy. I read that some monks became so strong in their training that diseases and poisons had no effect on them. I read as much as I could, and knowing I already fought through one disease, I then started to subject myself to more things. I always loved to drink a bottle of ale, so a little bit of poison hardly made a difference, after all, it's the dose that makes the poison. I mimicked the training of a monk and twisted it to suit myself, and soon enough I began to see results. All that it ever took was a little commitment, and that's all I ever had. My purpose was lost long ago. But one thing remains. Will.
Goals: To complete his training as a monk and become ever stronger
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: ///Big thanks to Isabella Villame for her fortune telling at the winter festival. It was a little bit of a struggle to convince people that Itoru was in fact Lawful, but the words she used gave me inspiration. She described Itoru's future as pain, caused by "Emotion" taking over "Drive". Now I always argued that the difference between Lawful and Chaotic was down to perspectives, but these two words make it a much more clear explanation. Technically both words can be seen as having the same definition, but they could also be seen as stark opposites. Itoru is essentially a Chaotic Evil character, who through training, dogma, and delusion fits himself into the Lawful spectrum. The most basic and obvious proof is that he doesn't actively seek to break laws. He has strong disdain for people who claim authority, but he has respect for legitimate authority, order that works and power. He places no value into the lives of people, but he has a childlike curiosity for different traditions, so he does actually respect strong beliefs and he will work with or even help people if he thinks he can learn from them. To me, what REALLY makes an evil character, is how far they're willing to sink, rather than how high they stand. As Itoru becomes more adept through his training, he will also start to become more reckless. Once he finds he can learn no more, and realises how strong he's become, he will start to change, much reflective of his past journey. Above all, he is selfish, but he respects strength; but as soon as he finds out he's the strongest in a room he won't be so nice.///