KibaryJan 20, 2017Jan 20, 2017 at 04:51 PM
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Name/codenames: Jeasis, J,
Race: breton/Imperial (MORTAL)
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (Depends on the male,)
Occupation: Skooma dealer for the Tasal crime family, general goods caravan owner (front)
Age: 34
Deity: Zenithar
Personality: Jeasis is by all means a good man, he will never disrespect someone unless they have provoked him. He tries to lighten the mood wherever he goes and he is the one who would stand up for the little guy when no one else will. His history has polished him up to want to feed a starving child over a starving old man. He would also stab someone in the neck for simply using his closest of friend's name in the same sentence of an insult. Jeasis is very discreet with his actions, though he can be manipulative, he refrains from harming good people in any way he can and he would only ever target the scum of Nirn. He respects women even if he comes off as flirty and as a hungry hound. Jeasis would never mistreat a lady, to do so would harm his way of life. He is very caring and sometimes gullible, easily being manipulated by women if they are wanting to play a 'damsel in distress'. Jeasis usually sees through most lies and deception. He plays it off as if he is going along with what the person says, but he thinks around the plan of the other person. He commits crimes but only for a reason if it comes up, he doesn't care for the law and is often a talker when he fights, wanting to fool his opponent into thinking he is inexperienced. Always polite to the end, rather a friend than a foe, takes many things to heart, and his sense of humor can be seen as a threat, he's quick to right his wrongs.
History: Jeasis was born in the city of Daggerfall, his mother was a working breton girl (escort). Being raised by an escort was something Jeasis never thought anything of, his entire childhood he thought it was a normal thing, as most children would. He grew up in the low society of Daggerfall where most crimes would be taken against him and the others of his class. His father, a drunkard raging Imperial, who had been living with the mother, wanted nothing to do with his half blood son. He would often beat the boy for reasons that didn't even involve Jeasis. Growing up in fear of his father, Jeasis took to sneaking out of their home and exploring the streets.
Jeasis took up petty theft and stole little things from merchants, such as food, clothing, or anything that he really needed to help support his mother. Jeasis's father left after he had learned of the boy stealing goods from the local merchants. The family was going into bankruptcy, creating a need to work more and causing the mother to fall into a depression. Jeasis improved on his thieving skills in time to go after gold instead of food or clothing. The boy had no idea he had targeted a fancy noble appearing breton out on the streets of the market place. The man had caught the boy and looked to him asking why he had looked so bruised and sad. Jeasis had explained everything right in the market place, the citizens of the town did not take much notice of him and the gentleman. The gentleman took the boy out to a warehouse where he met a group of well dressed men all wearing accessories that suggested they came from noble blood, but that was far from the truth. Jeasis had learned of a different society within Daggerfall, a secret society of thieves and murderers, who acted as simple nobles to the others. They took the boy in and raised him under their wing, teaching Jeasis how to properly scam someone and how to steal from the right people instead of good people.
In his teen years nearing manhood, the gentlemen that taught Jeasis everything he knew, had explained to him about how he could not join the group directly because of his Imperial blood. The group was a strict order and lived by a code: 1) Be loyal to members of the organization. Do not interfere with each others interests. Do not be an informer.
2) Be rational. Be a member of the team. Don't engage in a battle if you can't win. The directive extends to personal life.
3) Be a man of honor. Respect womanhood and your elders. Don't rock the boat.
4) Be a stand up guy. Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut. Don't sell out. The "stand up guy" shows courage and "heart". He does not whine or complain in the face of adversity, including punishment, because "if you can't pay, don't play".
5) Have class. Be independent. Know your way around the world.
Jeasis took these words to heart and followed them to be a "wise guy" among the others who were "made men." The wise guy title meant that he was of the order of gentleman thieves but not protected or allowed any sorts of special treatment, a peasant to the "noble" men. The made men have always been the ones to give out orders to the wise guys if they had ever needed something of them. The wise guys would at times be picked out if their blood was pure breton and they were allowed into the family of made men. They kept to themselves if they could. Jeasis, at the age of twenty or older, would always be set up with the heist jobs. There was no skooma flowing through Daggerfall and Jeasis was put in charge of making sure it stayed that way. There was a band of khajiit going about the city selling their ill goods to the lowlifes. Jeasis had picked up many friends and ways to know everything that goes on in the city, once he had learned of where these khajiit were, he brought in a gang of his childhood friends who had seen him as their leader. They took the khajiiti skooma dealers to a back alley and they beat them to the point they could not walk or breathe easy. Jeasis had to make a point that the city was off limits to the rest of the dealers. He had been given this wooden club with many nails on it and he had bashed the ring leader's head in front of the others. Then they had them all put into crates, where the khajiit were trapped and put onto a ship heading down back to Elsweyr. That was a normal day for Jeasis.
Every so often, the people of the city would get upset with how the group of wise guys had been taking goods and not being stopped by any guards, most of which were paid off. But the ones who complained got a beating, and a worse beating if they complained a second time. Eventually, nobody would ever try anything against them, unless they had a plan to put a bolt between their eyes. Years of this sort of work had hardened Jeasis to confront his father who had went off to hide in Anvil. Jeasis paid him a visit, questioning his old man about why he did what he did with his mother, abusing her and him together. Angered by the rejection of the man who had not once shown him any kindness, he left the home he had found his father in painted red with his blood. Along the way back to Daggerfall, Jeasis was approached by a beautiful red haired dunmer woman. Jeasis, being the soft one for the women, had followed her after she had requested his help in finding her wagon. Little did Jeasis know, he was being lured into a trap, made by the same men who had made him a wise guy. It was a hit on him. Jeasis fought against two big brutes of nords with only his mace built with the wood and steal of his home. Fleeing from the ones who he had taken down swiftly, Jeasis escaped. He journeys out to find himself a better home, having the dunmer go to Daggerfall to tell the bosses that he had died and that he was buried alive.
Jeasis has an adventure ahead of him. The years he had spent in the city of Daggerfall taught him to fend for himself and to have a heart of gold, while doing bad deeds to maintain a happy life.
Appearance: Jeasis is a clean cut man with brushed blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a body of a fighter. He has a few scars along his sides from being shanked, slashed, bruised, and even shot with arrows along his back. Along his back and front, he has tattoos going along his body which represent a magical connection to aetherius. He stands tall for a Breton half blood. He has a cleanly made beard along his face and some have mentioned he is a handsome fellow.
Weapons: A wooden mace with spikes that have been encased around the end of the face, on the very bottom of the hilt is a hidden metal needle. He needs to only pull this needle out to use it (it is the size of an ice pick, very small but effective).
Likes:
-Shritz (his jackal!)
-Company he can relate to
-Whiskey with a little bourbon mixed in
-Bretons
-Respectful people
-Gold
-Cigars
Dislikes:
-Lowlifes
-People who pick on someone about something that can't be helped
-Disrespectful people
-Failure of a job
(Let me know what you think and if there's something needs to be changed about him,)
Race: breton/Imperial (MORTAL)
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (Depends on the male,)
Occupation: Skooma dealer for the Tasal crime family, general goods caravan owner (front)
Age: 34
Deity: Zenithar
Personality: Jeasis is by all means a good man, he will never disrespect someone unless they have provoked him. He tries to lighten the mood wherever he goes and he is the one who would stand up for the little guy when no one else will. His history has polished him up to want to feed a starving child over a starving old man. He would also stab someone in the neck for simply using his closest of friend's name in the same sentence of an insult. Jeasis is very discreet with his actions, though he can be manipulative, he refrains from harming good people in any way he can and he would only ever target the scum of Nirn. He respects women even if he comes off as flirty and as a hungry hound. Jeasis would never mistreat a lady, to do so would harm his way of life. He is very caring and sometimes gullible, easily being manipulated by women if they are wanting to play a 'damsel in distress'. Jeasis usually sees through most lies and deception. He plays it off as if he is going along with what the person says, but he thinks around the plan of the other person. He commits crimes but only for a reason if it comes up, he doesn't care for the law and is often a talker when he fights, wanting to fool his opponent into thinking he is inexperienced. Always polite to the end, rather a friend than a foe, takes many things to heart, and his sense of humor can be seen as a threat, he's quick to right his wrongs.
History: Jeasis was born in the city of Daggerfall, his mother was a working breton girl (escort). Being raised by an escort was something Jeasis never thought anything of, his entire childhood he thought it was a normal thing, as most children would. He grew up in the low society of Daggerfall where most crimes would be taken against him and the others of his class. His father, a drunkard raging Imperial, who had been living with the mother, wanted nothing to do with his half blood son. He would often beat the boy for reasons that didn't even involve Jeasis. Growing up in fear of his father, Jeasis took to sneaking out of their home and exploring the streets.
Jeasis took up petty theft and stole little things from merchants, such as food, clothing, or anything that he really needed to help support his mother. Jeasis's father left after he had learned of the boy stealing goods from the local merchants. The family was going into bankruptcy, creating a need to work more and causing the mother to fall into a depression. Jeasis improved on his thieving skills in time to go after gold instead of food or clothing. The boy had no idea he had targeted a fancy noble appearing breton out on the streets of the market place. The man had caught the boy and looked to him asking why he had looked so bruised and sad. Jeasis had explained everything right in the market place, the citizens of the town did not take much notice of him and the gentleman. The gentleman took the boy out to a warehouse where he met a group of well dressed men all wearing accessories that suggested they came from noble blood, but that was far from the truth. Jeasis had learned of a different society within Daggerfall, a secret society of thieves and murderers, who acted as simple nobles to the others. They took the boy in and raised him under their wing, teaching Jeasis how to properly scam someone and how to steal from the right people instead of good people.
In his teen years nearing manhood, the gentlemen that taught Jeasis everything he knew, had explained to him about how he could not join the group directly because of his Imperial blood. The group was a strict order and lived by a code: 1) Be loyal to members of the organization. Do not interfere with each others interests. Do not be an informer.
2) Be rational. Be a member of the team. Don't engage in a battle if you can't win. The directive extends to personal life.
3) Be a man of honor. Respect womanhood and your elders. Don't rock the boat.
4) Be a stand up guy. Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut. Don't sell out. The "stand up guy" shows courage and "heart". He does not whine or complain in the face of adversity, including punishment, because "if you can't pay, don't play".
5) Have class. Be independent. Know your way around the world.
Jeasis took these words to heart and followed them to be a "wise guy" among the others who were "made men." The wise guy title meant that he was of the order of gentleman thieves but not protected or allowed any sorts of special treatment, a peasant to the "noble" men. The made men have always been the ones to give out orders to the wise guys if they had ever needed something of them. The wise guys would at times be picked out if their blood was pure breton and they were allowed into the family of made men. They kept to themselves if they could. Jeasis, at the age of twenty or older, would always be set up with the heist jobs. There was no skooma flowing through Daggerfall and Jeasis was put in charge of making sure it stayed that way. There was a band of khajiit going about the city selling their ill goods to the lowlifes. Jeasis had picked up many friends and ways to know everything that goes on in the city, once he had learned of where these khajiit were, he brought in a gang of his childhood friends who had seen him as their leader. They took the khajiiti skooma dealers to a back alley and they beat them to the point they could not walk or breathe easy. Jeasis had to make a point that the city was off limits to the rest of the dealers. He had been given this wooden club with many nails on it and he had bashed the ring leader's head in front of the others. Then they had them all put into crates, where the khajiit were trapped and put onto a ship heading down back to Elsweyr. That was a normal day for Jeasis.
Every so often, the people of the city would get upset with how the group of wise guys had been taking goods and not being stopped by any guards, most of which were paid off. But the ones who complained got a beating, and a worse beating if they complained a second time. Eventually, nobody would ever try anything against them, unless they had a plan to put a bolt between their eyes. Years of this sort of work had hardened Jeasis to confront his father who had went off to hide in Anvil. Jeasis paid him a visit, questioning his old man about why he did what he did with his mother, abusing her and him together. Angered by the rejection of the man who had not once shown him any kindness, he left the home he had found his father in painted red with his blood. Along the way back to Daggerfall, Jeasis was approached by a beautiful red haired dunmer woman. Jeasis, being the soft one for the women, had followed her after she had requested his help in finding her wagon. Little did Jeasis know, he was being lured into a trap, made by the same men who had made him a wise guy. It was a hit on him. Jeasis fought against two big brutes of nords with only his mace built with the wood and steal of his home. Fleeing from the ones who he had taken down swiftly, Jeasis escaped. He journeys out to find himself a better home, having the dunmer go to Daggerfall to tell the bosses that he had died and that he was buried alive.
Jeasis has an adventure ahead of him. The years he had spent in the city of Daggerfall taught him to fend for himself and to have a heart of gold, while doing bad deeds to maintain a happy life.
Appearance: Jeasis is a clean cut man with brushed blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a body of a fighter. He has a few scars along his sides from being shanked, slashed, bruised, and even shot with arrows along his back. Along his back and front, he has tattoos going along his body which represent a magical connection to aetherius. He stands tall for a Breton half blood. He has a cleanly made beard along his face and some have mentioned he is a handsome fellow.
Weapons: A wooden mace with spikes that have been encased around the end of the face, on the very bottom of the hilt is a hidden metal needle. He needs to only pull this needle out to use it (it is the size of an ice pick, very small but effective).
Likes:
-Shritz (his jackal!)
-Company he can relate to
-Whiskey with a little bourbon mixed in
-Bretons
-Respectful people
-Gold
-Cigars
Dislikes:
-Lowlifes
-People who pick on someone about something that can't be helped
-Disrespectful people
-Failure of a job
(Let me know what you think and if there's something needs to be changed about him,)
Edited Jan 25, 2017 at 01:03 AM by 0
WildCat800Jan 24, 2017