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Character Name: Raksayi Thorvold

Character Race: Human.

Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:

Raksayi Thorvold, born on the 31st of Amber Cold. Or at least that was the birthdate that he gave himself. For he never knew the date of his fall unto the world. It was only when he was very young, weeks old perhaps, that he was left on the doorstep of an orphanage in Hanseti's capital Dresden. Wrapped up in a tattered blanket, with naught but a note to keep him company until they found him. The note read: "His name is Raksayi, his bloodline Thorvold. Keep him well." A mysterious message, with a foreign sounding name. But he kept it anyway; both the letter, and the name.

Growing up in the orphanage was tough. Lack of money meant the children did not have much in the way of food, and there were violent and malevolent individuals among the youth. But they were clothed, and warm; more than could be said for others in the harsh city of eternal winter.

Raksayi, managed to avoid beatings by the brutes. He was small; but he was cunning, and smart enough to stay out of their way. But all good things must come to an end, and thus was the trend of Raksayi's life.

He was 10, when the orphanage burnt down. Nobody knows how the fire started. But few survived the inferno to tell the tale. Raksayi barely escaped with his life, thanks to an open window on the second floor. Then there was nothing. Nobody to care for him, feed him, cloth him. There were no other orphanages in Dresden. He wandered the streets for days, scavenging what little food he could, and sheltering in the meagre warmth of unlikely places.

And then there came salvation, a saviour. Another street rat, named Damian, found Raksayi sheltering under a bridge where other vagrants often frequented. Damian took him under his wing, teaching Raksayi to survive. Stealing to make what small living they could. And then it was time for fate to make its move once more when Raksayi was 13 years of age, and Damian 17. The two of them had planned a risky heist, hoping to steal from a rich nobleman. The plan was going flawlessly; they had broken into the mansion in the dead of the night and were making their way down a corridor.

He came out of nowhere, a guard burst out of one of the side doors, a sword in hand. He didn't hesitate, knocking Damian out with a quick thrust from the pommel of his sword. Raksayi stood there for a moment, dumbstruck. He turned, running the other way, but there was another guard waiting, a bow drawn and aiming at Raksayi's heart.

He spent a month in Dresden's prison, awaiting the day of his execution. But it would seem the gods took pity on him, for that day never came. It was on the 34th day of his incarceration when a stranger came to visit. He was a nobleman, but not one Raksayi recognised. The stranger gave the boy a choice: Leave the prison and come with him, or stay and be executed in a week. Raksayi made his choice quickly, opting to go with the nobleman.

It didn't take long for Raksayi to discover that there was much more to this 'nobleman' than one might first think. For he was not what he claimed to be, he was a criminal, a 'con artist' as some called it, he was no nobleman. After learning that the man had arranged for Raksayi's release because he pitied him, Raksayi begged for him to release Damian too. But he refused. Raksayi hated him for it, why should he survive, but Damian die? This thought plagued Raksayi's conscience for a long time.

It took him a long time, but eventually he found it in himself to forgive his saviour.

The man, who called himself Jaquel, raised Raksayi, teaching him the finer arts of being a 'true' criminal and passing on all his knowledge. Raksayi learnt that pickpocketing and petty stealing was obsolete for a master criminal, "Why take a risk grabbing a man's purse? When you can just as easily make him give it willingly?" Jaquel once said to him. Although Raksayi sometimes disagreed with this view.

For the first time since Raksayi was born, life was good, Jaquel was quite a rich man from his conquests, and Raksayi enjoyed his time with him. And then came the trough in the sinusoidal curve that is Raksayi's life, at the age of 18. Jaquel had made a mistake, and one of his 'victims' had found out where his residence was located, tipping off the city watch. The city watch stormed the house, ransacking it and capturing Jaquel. Raksayi was out in the city at the time, and the guards were not aware of his existence. When he returned home there was nothing left.

He rushed back into the city to a place where the two had agreed to meet if anything were to happen.

Raksayi then found out what had become of Jaquel, spotting his lifeless corpse hanging from the gallows in the city's centre. Panicking, Raksayi fled, going into hiding in the city's slums for a week. It didn't take long for him to realise that the city's guard weren't looking for him, and once he realised he was safe from persecution, he decided to travel to Arethor.

With the skills Jaquel had taught him over the years he was able to make money easily and quickly, building a new life in Oren's capital. The pockets of the city's noblemen were fat, and the pickings good. Raksayi began to forget the troubles of his life and move on.

In the current day he is now 25 years of age.

What are your characters ambitions?:

Raksayi doesn't have any great ambitions. He is content with what he does. He does like money, but he earns enough from his line of work. His main motivation for what he does is simply the fun of it.

Please provide a screenshot of your skin here:

Skin is still a WIP

Is there anything else you would like to say about your character:

Raksayi is quite a ladies man, he has spent his life since living with Jaquel flirting and easily wooing any woman he fancies; having a plethora of affairs with married women. He is a superb actor and has many outfits and costumes that he uses for his work; he is a master of disguise.

Raksayi is a very intellegent person aswell, always schemeing and comming up with complex carefully laid out plans, whose goals might be obscure to many.

Open-Response-Questions

Anwser at least two of the below questions with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.

The ORQs are done in a semi-diary style, written by the Raksayi.

Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?

22nd, First seed.

I was coming back to Arethor, after a visit to a rather intriguing nobleman for whom I had an irresistible proposition regarding his business. Fool. I saw an odd dwarf selling wares and food stuffs by the docks. I was ravenous at the time, as the trip had been a rather lengthy one. I walked over to him, preparing a facade of happiness with a touch of exuberance. He looked up, spotting my march to him from the crowd. "E'llo there, what can I get ya?" He said. I plunged my hand into my pocket and pulled out a silver coin. "Two loafs of bread and a bottle of pumpkin wine my dear fellow." The dwarf nodded his head, "one moment sir". He wandered through a flap in a tent behind the counter of his stall. After a few barely audible grunts and moving of boxes he emerged from the tent, carrying the bread loaves and a bottle of orange tinged liquid. He waddled over to the counter and dropped the contents of his arms onto it, "that'll be twenty minas thank ye sir".

I paused for a moment, several possible paths and their outcomes flashing through my mind. I sighed internally, I was tired and worn out, best to just pay the fellow and be done with it. I reached into my pocket once more, pulling out some more coins. I counted them out hurriedly and placed them into the outstretched palm of the dwarf. With my other hand I scooped up my purchases, nodding to him, and continued down the path.

You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?

8th, Amber Cold.

Had an interesting, and memorable night whilst I was wandering the road from Arethor to the Wilvern sanctuary. I thought it would be worthwhile for me to document it here.

I wanted to get out of the city for a short while that night, so I took the north road, wandering out past the gates for a distance I can't recall. I came around a bend in the road, sounds of shouting drifting to my ears. There was an orc, looming over a well-dressed dwarf; the orc was hysterical, shouting at him, yelling something about the dwarf ripping him off. I looked the dwarf over; he looked wealthy from his cloths and mannerisms. Turning to the orc I made another summary, the orc seemed pretty unintelligent, but was quite big, and very strong by the looks of it. The situation looked like it could quickly escalate, the orc still shouting and pointing at the dwarf, his hands curling up into fists. I briskly walked down the path towards the commotion, deciding that I would help the dwarf; it could come in handy later.

I stopped just short of the orc, "What is the problem here?" I intoned. The orc looked up and pointed a large finger at the dwarf who looked relieved to see another face, "E sold me fake gems!" The dwarf shook his head, sighing, "I told you they were lapis lazuli, not emeralds!" The orc shook his head, clenching his fists and taking a step towards the dwarf, "Liah!"

I shook my head slowly, looking from the dwarf to the orc and quickly coming up with a plan. "Surely this dispute can be settled in an honourable fashion with combat," I said to the orc. He grumbled something under his breath, looking from me to the dwarf. Looking me in the eyes and squinting, the orc spoke again in his guttural tongue "Nam a time un place for meh to kill dis wekling". I nodded, looking to the dwarf "Your choice." The dwarf looked from me to the dwarf wide eyed, then suddenly seeming to realise my plan, he faced the orc and spoke to him "Right ere, tomorrow, at noon." The orc pointed his finger at the dwarf once again locking him in a cold stare "U betta be ere!" He walked off down the path, grumbling and muttering under his breath and looking over his shoulder repeatedly.

I waited until he was out of sight and earshot before turning to face the dwarf, who looked to have significantly relaxed now that his aggressor was gone. He looked up to me, holding out his hand, "Thank ye kind sir." I bent down gripping his hand in a firm shake. I gestured down the path towards Arethor in the opposite direction to which the orc had taken, "Shall we?" He looked to me as we were proceeding down the path, "I'll send someone to take deal with im tomorrah"

I nodded, not taking my gaze off the path.

11th, Amber Cold.

I'm meeting the dwarf today, it turns out he is a wealthy merchant who is looking to expand his business. I told him of a 'friend' of mine who is looking to sell a lucrative shipping business.

This should be a pretty easy job as he seems to trust me completely.

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