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Name: Ildeus Sharshain
Age: 16
Nationality: Tuatha'an (Andorran)
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 130lbs
Hair Colour: Liquid red gold.
Hair Length: Halfway down his back.
Eye Colour: Rust (Sickly greenish yellow when he is angry.)
Build: Well Muscled
Class: Rogue
WoC: Plated gauntlets with wrist guards. Plated greaves with shin guards.
Motto: I've been dammed since the day of my birth, so I may as well enjoy myself while I'm still here.
Gaidin Value: 15/30
Strength: 3
Speed: 2
Agility: 2
Endurance: 4
Stamina: 3
Experience: 1
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Personality: A creature of perversion, his primary virtues would be sadism, hedonism, and deceit. He derives great joy in the lusts of the flesh, especially the infliction of pain on others. Vanity and arrogance only help fuel his self-indulgent and opportunistic behaviours; he'll do whatever it takes to achieve his ends. Lying, stealing, and cheating have become second nature to Ildeus, as they were integral to his trade of the last few years.
Ildeus has an ever-present lust for power, which probably comes from childhood feelings of inadequacy. Remembering that childhood can bring forth a grim demeanour and possibly a cold fury. Contrary to his hot rages of anger, his cold furies are without anger, but rather of pure hatred.
Skills: Endurance; you can't piss off as many people off as Ildeus and not learn to take a punch. He also possesses a general knowledge of weaponry stemming from his wayward past.
Past: Ildeus grew up as a small and quiet boy; he possessed a shy and withdrawn personality in front of others. Alone he was violent and cruel, taking out his frustrations of the world on the dogs and other animals. In the absence of parents, he grew up ignored by others, his emotional dilemmas taken for childish concerns. Without anyone to turn to, he dealt with his emotions by bottling them up and venting them in isolation.
Ildeus' mother was a well-loved member of the Tinker community; his father was a pretty Andorran who shared camp with the Tinkers one night. The following morning Ildeus' father was gone and his mother was with child. Nine months later she died giving birth to him, Ildeus was given no one specific guardian, but rather he was passed around between the members of the community. The death of Ildeus' mother was a blow to thee community and his appearance a constant reminder. Consequently every member of the Tinker community had a distaste for Ildeus, if only subconsciously.
When Ildeus grew into adolescence, he no longer cared to hide his sadistic actions. It all came to a head after one of hid stunts lead to the death of a dog. Stunned silence took hold of Tuatha'an community, none of them could bear to look at Ildeus any more. This drove him off the edge, Ildeus couldn't take it any more, it was one thing to ignore him, but to pretend he didn't exist! This was unacceptable, he existed and they wouldn't deny him any longer.
A series of heinous acts did follow; each one grew steadily worse. They included but were not limited to the death of animals, the burning of wagons and the thrashings of all whom were in range. The fires in Ildeus' head finally cooled and he sank to his knees in a burst of tears. The lights in the sky dwindled as he shut his eyes, when sleep came at last; it was cold and dark, devoid of thought and emotion.
Ildeus woke up to find himself alone among the charred wagons and fresh graves; the others must have fled while he slept. Despairingly Ildeus got up and marched back towards a village the Tuatha'an had passed several day earlier. It was well past midnight and raining when the village came in sight. Unfortunately that was as far as Ildeus got before fatigue overwhelmed him; he soon found himself sound asleep in the bough of a vast ashwood.
The next several months were spent wandering aimlessly, Ildeus taking what he needed to survive. After a particularly bad day, (consecutive feminine rejection,) he was exceedingly ruff with one of his victims, and it caught the eye of Barnum T. Mcthadius. A plump jovial looking man, dynamic entrepreneur by trade, and conman by nature. In reality he was of two faces, the second darker face was the one Ildeus knew best.
The fat man saw the ideal apprentice in the actions of this youth. The ruthless scoundrel taught Ildeus all he could learn and beat into him what he couldn't. This relationship suited Ildeus' personality just fine, all though he himself didn't think so. The self thought victim was always the victimizer in the absence of Mcthadius.
The several years follo
wing were spent traveling around Randland, pulling off schemes and committing various atrocities. Events of this era may prove relevant to Ildeus in the future, especially a queer incident at Tar Ghenjei. After which Ildeus was worse than ever, his depravity exceeded even Mcthadius' expectations.
Here at last in Tar Valon, Mcthadius concluded that Ildeus was finally ready for the induction. After finishing a bottle of brandy in their room at an inn, Mcthadius revealed the Conspiracy of the Lotus. An alternative division of Darkfriend. Composed of the most malicious and twisted individuals Randland has to offer. Their destiny other than wide spread insanity, is to be the dedicated servants of the Dreadlords risen anew. When the Trolloc Wars come again, they intend to have the highest seat of power possible for themselves. The fat man wanted Ildeus as comrade in his menagerie. To this Ildeus respond with a line that would suit him well for years to come.
"I've been dammed since the day of my birth, so I may as well enjoy myself while I'm still here." Mcthadius did not know how to interpret this remark, but Ildeus gladly clarified it for him. "For me, serving or not serving the Shadow is an exercise in futility. The result is the same, and not serving doesn't involve bowing down to a snivelling little shast like you." Mcthadius never got to here it all; Ildeus crushed the fat man's larynx halfway though the speech.
Ildeus was at a crossroads and at a loss for what to do next. He left the Inn, paid off the Innkeeper, and began wandering the streets of Tar Valon. It was well into the night before enlightenment finally came. Epiphany thy name is Gaidin and thy colour is blood. an altercation had begun up the street; a man and a woman were being harassed by a group of thickset individuals; the man stayed behind as the woman kept on walking. The cat like grace with which the man disposed of the individuals was something Ildeus hadn't even dreamed was possible.
The man looked at Ildeus down the street with fierce green eyes before he went after the women. The man captivated Ildeus' thoughts; the possibilities consumed him. He attempted to follow the man up the street, but after a few block he found himself all traces of the man gone. Ildeus continued his search for several hours more and even asked several people about the man. From the inquiries that the nature of the man fit that of a Warder.
A dark desire for the powers of the Warders festered within Ildeus' heart. Such power sung to the various aspects of persona. Soon there after Ildeus found himself eyeing the Halls of Valour hungrily; upon the rising of the sun he entered the complex. With lust burning inside, he formally joined the ranks of the recruits. I will acquire these powers paramount no matter the cost. The meeting with the Master of Students were eventful, the man would be his mentor until a more suitable Der'Gaidin was found. Ildeus headed for the practice yard at his mentor's direction.
Gaidin Ranking System
Something I threw together. It helped me better define my character.
Values:
Death Incarnate: 30-35 [Unattainable]
Der'Gaidin: 25-30
Gaidin: 20-25
Youngling: 15-20
Recruit: 10-15
Civillian: 5-10
Invalid: 0-5
At each raising, 5 points would be given out.
Factors:
Strength: Physically powerful, capable of exerting great physical force.
Speed: Swiftness of action.
Agility: Quick, light, or nimble in movement or action.
Endurance: The amount you can resist.
Stamina: How long you can resist.
Experience: Knowledge or skill derived from active participation in events or activities.
Levels:
6: Godly [Frankly I consider it impossible for anyone to have this level.]
5: Excellent
4: Good
3: Average
2: Poor
1: Minute
0: N/A
Example: We will use woodcraft.
6: Elyas Machera
5: Aile/Warder
4: Professional Scout
3: Woodsman
2: Woodsman's Apprentice
1: Child
0: Infant
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