Lifepaths: Born Noble, Page, Lead to City Dweller, Student, Lead to Noble Court, Court Lawyer, Lead to City Dweller, Performer
Age : 32
Stats: Wi: B6, Pe: B4, Po: B4, Fo: B3, Ag: B4, Sp: B4, Speed Mult.: x3.5
Attributes: Ref: B4, Ste: B4, Hes: 4, Hea: B4, MW: B9, Circles: B3, Resources: B0
PTGS: Su: B2 Li: B4 Mi: B6 Se: B7 Tr: B8 Mo: B9
Belief 1: Undermine uncle at any opportunity
Belief 2: Assist my companions so they will in turn assist me
Belief 3: When in doubt, go for glory
Instinct 1: Never admit a mistake
Instinct 2: Take charge
Instinct 3: Never hesitate to show prowess
Traits: [Dt] Mark of Privilege, [Char] Rhetorical, [Char] Colorful, [Char] Paranoid, [Char] Tidy Aspect, [Char] Rabble Rouser, [Dt] Scheming
Skills: Acting B5, Astrology B2, Etiquette B2, Falsehood B4, Firearms B4, History B4, Oratory B4, Persuasion G5, Read B2, Riding B3, Rule of Law B3, Sword B6, Two Fisted Fighting Training, Write B2
Affiliations: 1D Boat Crew
Reputations: 1D Brilliant Attorney
Relationships: Evil Uncle, Ship Spy, Escaped Prisoner
The indignity. The indignity! Does that man know no bounds, no limit to his persecutions? This is it, the final straw, the last bloated bubble to burst in this boiling cauldron of charnel water! He has driven me from my home. He has driven me from my court. He has driven me from the stage. And now he has driven me one step too far and onto a boat. A boat! The thought that I – me! – be forced onto such a crudely ruddered vessel like some peasant with his cattle – well it simply steams my blood.
It is no matter. If my uncle thinks this long chain of indignities, this tall column founded in the slop of desperation and reaching up to support his ruthless, murderous ambition, will keep me from giving him that which is his due, well he is sorely mistaken! His due! His doom! That column will crumble and he will fall and it will be by my hand! I will not be faltered!
No, these things which my treacherous uncle – that most malignant and rotten vine strangling my family’s tree – heaps upon me will not keep my down. They will not keep me away. No, these acts serve merely to fortify my resolve, and my resolve is this: I will, at every opportunity from now until the sun sinks into the ocean for the last time and thrusts this world into the icy darkness of eternity, harry my uncle, harass my uncle, and impede my uncle at every step and at every turn. Where he finds joy, I shall fire my pistol. Where he finds peace, I will throw kindling and drop my torch. Where he feels love, I will thrust my sword and with the bloody absolution of a thousand vengeful gods drop him dead. Then I will kneel and pray that the spirit of my father – my father murdered by this unbridled coward – finds the unholy soul of my dead uncle, his chest torn open by my blade, and forgives him his sin with no less than an eternity of fire!
In the meantime, I suppose I should mask the vicious necessity of my mission with an amenable smile. “Yes sir,” I’ll say when this dwarf asks me to do some menial task, as though it is not in fact he who should be working for me – I never was paid for my representation! “Of course, brilliant idea,” will I speak when this ‘noble witch’ addresses me with some quest to stave off the doomsday of whatever apocalypse his crystal portends. I will play the role of the gentle noble along for the ride – a role which should be no large challenge; I am the man who mastered the madness of Meridio and brought to life the very soul of Letanan after all – so that my fellows will in turn assist me in my most just and worthy of undertakings.
I supposed it would behoove me as well to restore my good name, which has been for too long dragged through the mud by my uncle and his minions. Suggesting I be disbarred, having my theatre shuttered, posting a warrant for my arrest – clever moves – there is no doubt my uncle is clever – but his reach extends only so far. I must find glory wherever I can, whether by virtue of my wits or of my blade, and use it to propel his downfall, so that when people hear the name Maelstromus Veridian, they will say, “What a noble and courageous man. He overcame so much and accomplished even more, and now his cruel uncle lies buried face down and full of holes in some muddy grave or perhaps at the bottom of the ocean wrapped in chains that are the literal manifestation of the metaphorical bonds that wicked man tried to place on his most triumphant nephew.” Something like that. I’ll have plenty time to prepare the proper platitudes. and when the day comes, the people will know just what to say! Aha!
To think I must stoop so low and caress into one line the fates of so many just to pull the lever on my uncle’s gallows no doubt gives him much mirth. Smile while you can, tyrant. I am coming for you, Uncle Brondolay!