Are you 18 years or older?: Yes
Have you read our rules?: Yes
Character Portrait (optional):
Character name: Talos Kalorim
Character age: 28
Physical description of your character: Talos stands roughly 5’7 ft his hair is a bright blonde and his left eye is a deep green his right a milky white, most likely caused from the scar that travels down from the beginning of his hairline through the eye and runs all the way down to his chin. Other than the grotesque scar some might say he would have been somewhat handsome. His frame is muscular and his skin a lightly tanned color suggesting he is no stranger to the outdoors
Notable personality traits or skills: Quiet, perceptive, likes to think he has a worldly knowledge, perhaps a tad bit of an ego.
Where is your character coming from? (write a short paragraph about your character’s background before jail):
Talos grew up on Lochhiem, specifically Castors Smile, his parents died when he was young, causing him to learn much of what he considers his skill set from the streets of the docks. Watching guardsmen break bread with gangsters and the like. Talos learned to watch and learn how these dealings went, and how coin and the need for something can leverage over any man. Eventually Talos fell into a group of like minded individuals calling themselves The Wendals.
How did your character find themselves in jail awaiting trial? (Please write a few short paragraphs describing what poor luck brought your character to this point in their life):
Talos stepped into the dark and dank tavern that he had so many times before, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
There was hardly anyone in the place tonight “good” the swordsman thought.
The young man made his way past the bar into the back, pushing some dirty and old furs aside that hung in the doorway to reveal a smaller room with two men sitting at a card table. One wore the same garb as Talos, another guard for the smaller crime family the Wendels.
The other was Big Wendel himself, a fat disgusting pig of a man who had men like Talos to do what he needed to do, which was mostly stealing and securing smaller shipments from larger families in Castors Smile..
“Ah, little Talos! I assume you have my shipment, hmm?” The large beast of a man spoke slamming his fist on the table before him.
Talos offered a faint nod, at which the other guard stood and held a hand out, taking the medium sized coin bag from Talos and continuing past him to likely the vault in the basement of the tavern.
Casually the swordsman took the once occupied seat and looked to Big Wendle speaking softly as he did “ Then our agreement is solid? I am free to forge my own path?”
A roar of raging laughter erupted from the pig of a man, his words echoing out in between gasps of laughter “Yeh’...Really...Are quite dumb little Talos! Ye’ aint be going nowhere, yer mine since ye were a babe! Mine till yer dead!”
That was all Talos needed to hear, in a blink of an eye his sword came unsheathed digging into Big Wendle’s throat slitting cleanly, the fat man's eyes bulged as his ham like hand reached up gripping the cut, the crime bosses other hand reaching for a large axe.
The cut was not as deep as Talos had hoped for and he prepared himself grimly for the task at hand and lunged forward again driving his blade into the chest of the larger man, as he did however the crime boss brought the axe around in a slash catching the right side of Talos his face split from brow to chin, blood spilled from both the combatants.
Big Wendle slowly fell to the ground Talos’s sword still embedded in his chest, Talos stumbled back slightly, his face bleeding profusely, the swordsman looked about the room and found some clean cloth that with shaky hands he wrapped around the wound on his face.
The swordsman had to leave and quickly, he was in no condition to fight anyone else of Wendels guard and with that pulled his hood upward wincing as it touched the wrapped wound.
His left eye focused only on the ground before him, each step sending pain into his body but each step closer to freedom.
Talos exited the tavern but shouts rang out behind him and as stealthy as Talos thought he was there was no hope this deep in Wendle territory, stumbling through the streets the swordsman found his prey, and brought every ounce of strength to his legs, thrusting a knee into the gut of a armed guardsman.
Talos slurred his words “Watch it yeh prick…” Once the guardsman caught his breath, Talos suffered a beating for sure, but the guardsmen and his compatriots also took Talos away, bloodied, beaten, a smile appearing on the young man's face, all of that stricken quite quickly by the bang of a gavel…
