Post by Fragments of Memory on Nov 13, 2015 2:49:40 GMT
Name: (Évariste)
Race: (Kenku)
Age: (23)
Height: (4'8")
Weight: (90lbs)
Feathers: (Dark, raven black)
Eyes: (Obsidian, lacking defined pupils)
Skin: (Ash gray)
Former Occupation: (?)
Former Residence: (Athkatla)
Region of Origin: (Amn)
Description
Évariste was something of an anomaly amongst the usual residents. Slightly below average height for a human and certainly of a more delicate build. A heavy hood draped low over head, and loose fitting, baggy shirt and pants covering the body to some extent, the creature put some effort to conceal its appearance. Some things simply could not be hidden however. Fingers ended in dark, charcoal black talons and the skin had an odd sort of scaly texture to it, ashen gray in coloring. Its feet were similar in form, tree distinct digits equally taloned, and one at the back, step soft and silent. From underneath the low cowl protruded a long, pointed beak - adding the final touch to the rather avian appearance of the being. On the odd occasion, one might see the stray black feather sticking from some fold in its clothing.
Évariste was something of an anomaly amongst the usual residents. Slightly below average height for a human and certainly of a more delicate build. A heavy hood draped low over head, and loose fitting, baggy shirt and pants covering the body to some extent, the creature put some effort to conceal its appearance. Some things simply could not be hidden however. Fingers ended in dark, charcoal black talons and the skin had an odd sort of scaly texture to it, ashen gray in coloring. Its feet were similar in form, tree distinct digits equally taloned, and one at the back, step soft and silent. From underneath the low cowl protruded a long, pointed beak - adding the final touch to the rather avian appearance of the being. On the odd occasion, one might see the stray black feather sticking from some fold in its clothing.
Awry
Things were never the best for Évariste, nor his kin. All in all, they were quite a poor folk, compared to those around them. Food was scarce, as was equipment. Thus, in order to make do, they formed a ragtag band of pickpockets and thieves to scour the streets of Athkatla for whatever meager earnings they could rustle up - and occasionally those of a slightly higher status would take notice and give them slightly more to target some specific person of interest and bring things back. It was a dangerous and volatile lifestyle, but it afforded a better living than starving on the streets or some wretched back alley somewhere.
As they continued their less than legal dealings, things gradually progressed until they had garnered themselves some amount of notoriety amongst the street-dwellers. One evening, the grouping received a particularly sensitive job - stealing and making off with a shipment of semi-valuable gems and jewels from a merchant that would be passing through the area. While the goods were not of exceptional value in themselves, the amount passing through was enough to garner a reasonable profit.
Unfortunately, for the fine-feathered group things were not entirely as they had seemed. The prolonged trickery and nefarious acts had managed to attract the attention of the other ne'er-do-wells of the wretched streets, and thus they were set up for failure. The merchant had been warned ahead of the time of the schemes to snatch his valuables, and thus instead of sacks of gems stuffed away inside of the cart, it was a small handful of armed guards hidden inside. Descending from the roofs around the cart as it stopped momentarily for a break in its travels, Évariste quietly approached the side from the shadows to slip open the doors, only to be greeted by the thrusting of a dagger. Quick reflexes managed to save the feathered fellow any serious harm, though quickly the avian was surrounded.
Head turning this way and that, and finding little other choice, a swift turn and dart off to the side carried the hooded creature down a narrow side-alley. The thud of heavy boots and clanking metal sounded the following of the line of armed bodies close behind. Luckily, the cramped space slowed their pursuit to some degree, allowing Évariste some minor amount of headway. After some winding, twisting, and turning the alleyway eventually opened up. To an abrupt dropoff into the port at least, and then open sea. A quick glance about spied a rickety old dingy, fit for barely one body if they were of a smaller stature. Likely intended for the transport of barrels and boxes to the larger transport vessels. This was hardly a time to be picky, however, so into the dingy it went. Turning about promptly to untie it from the moorings and push off into the waters.
Drifting off, it wasn't long before the receeding tide caught the tiny little vessel, dragging it further and further out to the sea. The avian body hardly lent itself to being a strong swimmer, leaving Évariste quite thoroughly stuck within the leaky boat until it decided to land somewhere. And that just happened to be Siranda - within the docks of Kalaram to be specific. A most unpleasant of welcomings onto the island.
As they continued their less than legal dealings, things gradually progressed until they had garnered themselves some amount of notoriety amongst the street-dwellers. One evening, the grouping received a particularly sensitive job - stealing and making off with a shipment of semi-valuable gems and jewels from a merchant that would be passing through the area. While the goods were not of exceptional value in themselves, the amount passing through was enough to garner a reasonable profit.
Unfortunately, for the fine-feathered group things were not entirely as they had seemed. The prolonged trickery and nefarious acts had managed to attract the attention of the other ne'er-do-wells of the wretched streets, and thus they were set up for failure. The merchant had been warned ahead of the time of the schemes to snatch his valuables, and thus instead of sacks of gems stuffed away inside of the cart, it was a small handful of armed guards hidden inside. Descending from the roofs around the cart as it stopped momentarily for a break in its travels, Évariste quietly approached the side from the shadows to slip open the doors, only to be greeted by the thrusting of a dagger. Quick reflexes managed to save the feathered fellow any serious harm, though quickly the avian was surrounded.
Head turning this way and that, and finding little other choice, a swift turn and dart off to the side carried the hooded creature down a narrow side-alley. The thud of heavy boots and clanking metal sounded the following of the line of armed bodies close behind. Luckily, the cramped space slowed their pursuit to some degree, allowing Évariste some minor amount of headway. After some winding, twisting, and turning the alleyway eventually opened up. To an abrupt dropoff into the port at least, and then open sea. A quick glance about spied a rickety old dingy, fit for barely one body if they were of a smaller stature. Likely intended for the transport of barrels and boxes to the larger transport vessels. This was hardly a time to be picky, however, so into the dingy it went. Turning about promptly to untie it from the moorings and push off into the waters.
Drifting off, it wasn't long before the receeding tide caught the tiny little vessel, dragging it further and further out to the sea. The avian body hardly lent itself to being a strong swimmer, leaving Évariste quite thoroughly stuck within the leaky boat until it decided to land somewhere. And that just happened to be Siranda - within the docks of Kalaram to be specific. A most unpleasant of welcomings onto the island.
