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~ Vespasian Hurog ~
Character Information:
Name: Vespasian Hurog
Nickname: The Nife
Age: 16
Race: Dragon Charge.
Height: 6’1
Weight: 155
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: violet.
Occupation: Stripper and whore
Birthplace: Hurog mountains
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Screams rent the still thin mountain air. Ranger Davron’s companions
quickly clutched the muscular arms pulling him back, keeping him out of
the rough hewn cabin that he shared with his wife. Her screams came again,
stronger. Davron shouted his wife’s name lunging against the arms
restraining him. The hedgewitch is the best available, they said trying to
calm the man. She won’t let Brana die. At that moment the hedgewitch
exited the small cottage nestled in the shade of a once great and now
ruined castle.
"Your wife and son live." Her face smiled for a moment then
a cloud pasted over the woman’s pleasant features. "Please come
with me, Davron." He erect imposing form turning back towards the
darkened door way.
Brana lay on her side, the thick blond hair covering her exausted face
as she slept. The bloody birthing clothes have been thrown into one corner
of the tiny cabin a reminder of the brutal birth. But close to the bed
Davron’s son gurgled and waved tiny newly cleaned fists in the air.
"Davron, your son is healthy but… there is something… strange
here." The matronly witch gathered the bundle in her arms swaddled
already tightly in blankets and beckoned the father over.
She unwrapped the child carefully. Already a few curls of pitch black
swirled over his scalp and the eyes were a startling color. The shade of
mountain violets rimmed with silver that were Brana’s eyes to the shade.
The hair and mouth he could recognize as his own. She pulled the swaddle
open all the way.
A smattering of light purple scales covered the child’s sex. And
iridescent purple color they just seems to grow naturally out of the boys
skin. His son was a freak.
The child’s differences were hidden for several years as the boy
grew. His parents kept his secret and he grew into a healthy sensitive boy
with soulful wide eyes and a sweet disposition. But sadly the hide bound
and rigid community in which they lived had little use for differences.
Especially the kind of differences that began to manifest after his 6th
birthday. Magic. An affinity for fire running through all of them. He grew
and learned and tried to hide what he was from the village. Unfortunately
the village had other plans.
All children three by three summers of age were made to take
rudimentary classes with the elderly scholar that lived in the foot hills
near the village. Despite the protests of his parents he wanted to go. He
made friends easily as an only child he was out going and precocious. His
first friend, young Albans Forterna the son of the local magistrate for
the area envied him his close family. They grew up with Forterna secretly
trying to cause as much trouble for Vespasian as possible with out being
caught. For years he loved and hated with a passion. Ultimately stumbling
upon Vespasians secrets and with glee set out to destroy him. A series of
fires began to plague the village. All suspiciously started and all at the
homes and properties of people that had conflicts with Vespasian’s
family or anyone that Vespasian had harsh words with. The village’s
suspicions slowly turned to a ten year old Vespasian and things came to a
head when a suspicious fire began at the Forterna House itself. Albans had
provoked a fight with Vespasian that morning over some very vicious
harassment about his family the Hurog the last Dragon in these hills. When
Vespasian was finally pulled off him, his fists were bloodied and they
were both panting. Albans enraged had set this final fire to destroy
Vespasian once and for all but instead he was trapped in the house.
Vespasian who had been lured to the scene by Alban’s false apologies,
heard Albans’ terrified screams. The boy had managed to trap himself in
the burning house. Vespasian used magic to save his friend. Gently
ordering the flow of the fire around him and easily hoisting the heavier
boy over his shoulder.
Walking out the building his magic flared, a bloom of fiery wings
trailing from his back as he exits the burning building into a shocked and
angry crowd. Magic, then suspicion flows instantly turning the crowd into
a mob. The conclusion of that furious night saw Vespasian on the back of
an oxcart with trader and his parents blamed for breeding a monster. The
trader sold him to a brothel owner instead of the blacksmith he was
suppose to be apprenticed to.
His life was hell. Innocence destroyed though after the first crisped
john no one could force the boy to submit to anything. Other ways were
found to force him to comply, the ugliness that was his life grinding away
at his soul. It was found that he could magically induce passionate heat
as well as fire with his magic when channeled into the dance the only
thing now that held any pleasure for him. His prowess and reputation sky
rocketed even as he self hatred ate at his soul. Soon he could pick and
choose only the most powerful and beautiful of bed partners. He by then
had enough despite his crooked pimp to buy himself free. Thoughts of
vengeance on the town that destroyed his life had once consumed him but
after four years his vengeance was cold, he had time to plot.
And so we find Vespasian in the bustling center of Fantastyk among the
swirling plots of the most powerful. Elven lovers, fey friends and staunch
enemies. His elusive magic has finally caught the attention of the
academy.
Player Information:
First Name: Aristotle
Email: ari_kari_2000@yahoo.com
YIM: vespasian_hurog
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