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Life From Death
Posted: 03 Dec 2009 08:34 PM |
((This is a character I'm hoping to try out once I have a little time. He's been running around in my head for a little while now, so I figured I'd work out his backstory even though I wont be playing him fully just yet.))
4 years ago:
A boy steps off a ship and stands on the wooden dock jutting out into the waters of Port Royale. His eyes search the swiftly moving crowd, back and forth, his face dropping a little with each pass. He wears the colors of Ka'azim, the simple robes of an apprentice. A break for apprentices is rare no matter what time of year, but especially now with all the work during the cold months, however the people of the port pay him no mind carrying on with their own business.
He gives up on his fruitless search but continues to stand there staring out over his one time home, until a shout from behind gets him moving forward. His feet take him towards the slums, his simple satchel clutched to his chest like a tourist as he moves along the familiar streets. The smells of the place offend him more than they once did, though he tries to hide it as his eyes set in on their goal – a weathered door along an empty alley. He shifts his satchel to his left hand and reaches for the handle, but pauses with his hand in the air and instead goes to knock. The door opens before his hand touches the battered wood and he looks into the face of a stranger.
Present day:
3cy Morgurax, 15020*
They tell me there's nothing to be done. It's in the Gods' hands now they say. For all the good the Gods do. Their priests couldn't do anything then, I won't lower myself to asking them this time. I broke my leg during the night. I must have been thrashing about in my sleep. I didn't even feel anything till I woke this time. It is hard to be exact but as quickly as this is advancing I believe I have less than a year till I end up like her. Maybe more. Likely less. The rats I've caught have been useless. They're not similar enough to test on. They take less than a day to fall apart after I give them the potion. First they stop moving – though they're still alive at that point. They quickly loose their tails, and their legs follow soon after. I've killed all of them at this point... the noise is too much to bear, so I don't know where it progresses next, but it doesn't really matter. If Ka'azim hadn't ejected me for ignoring my work I would have all the resources I need, but the fools thought it was more important for me to prepare my masters reagents than work on a treatment. I'm better off without those incompetents looking over my shoulder, but I miss the resources they had. I need something new, don't know what.
Wrapped my leg. Picked up a staff. Taking a walk. The rain helps me think.
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