Post by darkfoxprime on Mar 6, 2008 16:10:02 GMT 9.5
Name: Miolos Rolani
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Race: Central Human (Not sure exactly where yet)
Class/Rank: Unknown as yet? Probably heading towards mercenary.
Abilities: Fast runner, and can be absolutely still and silent for long periods when he needs to be.
Personality: After having been mostly ignored by his parents and beaten down by his brother for most of his life, Mio's self esteem is pretty much set around his ankles. The only pride he takes is in being the fastest message runner in the markets around where he lives.
Appearance: Slight, very much on the short side of things. Mousy brown hair, hazel eyes that change from golden to green to brown based on the light. Not very muscular, except his legs, which are strong and slender from years of running from his brother, and running messages in the markets.
Weapon/Magic: Without really realizing it, he's learned a basic amount of "dirty" fighting from his brother. His skills are mostly defensive - evading punches and kicks, attacking just enough to get a larger opponent down, and running like heck to get away. No magic.
History:
Nickname Mio (by mother and his few friends in the market) or Mili (diminutive form only used by his father and brother)
Son of Ealos (father) and Agosi (mother)
Younger brother of Paolos (nickname Palo, who is two years older than Mio)
Mio's father, Ealos, was a yardsman under the head gardener of the nearby lord's manor house. As such, he was out of their home for all the daylight hours, leaving early and trudging home after sunset. Tired and prematurely old, he saw himself in his older son, and barely had words his wife or for Mio. Most of his time was spent with Palo, helping (as much as he could) the older boy train to be a fighter.
Agosi, Mio's mother, lost most of her time to cooking and taking care of the household's clothing. What free time she had was spent making rag quilts from scrap cloth purchased at a nearby second hand clothing market. These, she sent off with Mio to the market to be sold at a neighbor's stall; the neighbor took half of the price in return for the space used, and what was left barely made a profit over the cost of cloth and needles.
His brother, Paolos, grew up using Miolos as a "practice dummy". At first, it was just for fun; as Palo grew older, and he learned how to fight from his father, Mio became his preferred victim, the target for every new technique Palo learned.
Growing up, Mio tried to spend as much time as he could at the market, not wanting to return home to his brother's tender mercies. He sort of fell into running messages by accident, and soon became one of the most popular runners in the market, from his quick feet and knowledge of the area. When he wasn't running messages, he would find a quiet place to sit, either in the market or at home, and fantasize about what it would be like to be anywhere else but here.
The family home was not a loving environment. Mio's father gave most of his rare affection to Palo, with whom he'd practice and urge towards the Guards. Ealos only found disdain for the less physical Mio; his rare words to the younger boy usually reminded him that even "one of those Ildemin animals" would be more worth the space and food that Mio was using, since at least they could earn their keep by fighting.
While Mio's mother was never harsh with the boy, she was distant. Her attention was all focused on her rag quilts. The only time she noticed Mio was to send him to the market, with a few words of encouragement for his message running while he was there.
Mio mostly lived in the market; trying to be asleep whenever his father was arriving or leaving their hut, and otherwise avoiding Paolos. At 12, however, he gained a reprieve of sorts, when Palo joined the local company of the Guard. After a few months of training, however, Palo started his regular shift, working a few days out of each week and living at home the other days, and Mio found himself the recipient of an entirely new "training regimen".
Life for Mio flipflopped like day and night, between the peace of being ignored by his parents and running messages in the market, and the three or four days a week of renewing his role as "practice dummy" for a now better-trained and better-armed Paolos. He made his decision then that any life was better than this - even living with the "Ildemin animals".
He emptied out his childhood hiding place of the few toys he'd managed to keep for himself, and instead began collecting supplies for his imagined trek. With coins saved over years of running messages, he went to one of the better markets and bought a good quality waterproof bag. In that, he stored rations of traveller's bread, pieces of dried and salted fruit and jerky, flint, steel and tinder, and everything else he could think of to let him survive in his fantasized woods life.
Finally, he investigated Palo's hiding spot, which he'd long ago found for himself. He "liberated" a few of the small silver pieces his brother had stashed away, leaving the larger coins in place. With those preparations in place, he waited until the morning his brother was going to return, to get the most rest. He woke up early, told his surprised father goodbye as Eolos left for work, then gathered his belongings and headed out. At the market, he merged with the line of traders heading out of the city; once beyond the gates, he broke away and headed into the forest to try to find a more friendly home - with anyone.
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Race: Central Human (Not sure exactly where yet)
Class/Rank: Unknown as yet? Probably heading towards mercenary.
Abilities: Fast runner, and can be absolutely still and silent for long periods when he needs to be.
Personality: After having been mostly ignored by his parents and beaten down by his brother for most of his life, Mio's self esteem is pretty much set around his ankles. The only pride he takes is in being the fastest message runner in the markets around where he lives.
Appearance: Slight, very much on the short side of things. Mousy brown hair, hazel eyes that change from golden to green to brown based on the light. Not very muscular, except his legs, which are strong and slender from years of running from his brother, and running messages in the markets.
Weapon/Magic: Without really realizing it, he's learned a basic amount of "dirty" fighting from his brother. His skills are mostly defensive - evading punches and kicks, attacking just enough to get a larger opponent down, and running like heck to get away. No magic.
History:
Nickname Mio (by mother and his few friends in the market) or Mili (diminutive form only used by his father and brother)
Son of Ealos (father) and Agosi (mother)
Younger brother of Paolos (nickname Palo, who is two years older than Mio)
Mio's father, Ealos, was a yardsman under the head gardener of the nearby lord's manor house. As such, he was out of their home for all the daylight hours, leaving early and trudging home after sunset. Tired and prematurely old, he saw himself in his older son, and barely had words his wife or for Mio. Most of his time was spent with Palo, helping (as much as he could) the older boy train to be a fighter.
Agosi, Mio's mother, lost most of her time to cooking and taking care of the household's clothing. What free time she had was spent making rag quilts from scrap cloth purchased at a nearby second hand clothing market. These, she sent off with Mio to the market to be sold at a neighbor's stall; the neighbor took half of the price in return for the space used, and what was left barely made a profit over the cost of cloth and needles.
His brother, Paolos, grew up using Miolos as a "practice dummy". At first, it was just for fun; as Palo grew older, and he learned how to fight from his father, Mio became his preferred victim, the target for every new technique Palo learned.
Growing up, Mio tried to spend as much time as he could at the market, not wanting to return home to his brother's tender mercies. He sort of fell into running messages by accident, and soon became one of the most popular runners in the market, from his quick feet and knowledge of the area. When he wasn't running messages, he would find a quiet place to sit, either in the market or at home, and fantasize about what it would be like to be anywhere else but here.
The family home was not a loving environment. Mio's father gave most of his rare affection to Palo, with whom he'd practice and urge towards the Guards. Ealos only found disdain for the less physical Mio; his rare words to the younger boy usually reminded him that even "one of those Ildemin animals" would be more worth the space and food that Mio was using, since at least they could earn their keep by fighting.
While Mio's mother was never harsh with the boy, she was distant. Her attention was all focused on her rag quilts. The only time she noticed Mio was to send him to the market, with a few words of encouragement for his message running while he was there.
Mio mostly lived in the market; trying to be asleep whenever his father was arriving or leaving their hut, and otherwise avoiding Paolos. At 12, however, he gained a reprieve of sorts, when Palo joined the local company of the Guard. After a few months of training, however, Palo started his regular shift, working a few days out of each week and living at home the other days, and Mio found himself the recipient of an entirely new "training regimen".
Life for Mio flipflopped like day and night, between the peace of being ignored by his parents and running messages in the market, and the three or four days a week of renewing his role as "practice dummy" for a now better-trained and better-armed Paolos. He made his decision then that any life was better than this - even living with the "Ildemin animals".
He emptied out his childhood hiding place of the few toys he'd managed to keep for himself, and instead began collecting supplies for his imagined trek. With coins saved over years of running messages, he went to one of the better markets and bought a good quality waterproof bag. In that, he stored rations of traveller's bread, pieces of dried and salted fruit and jerky, flint, steel and tinder, and everything else he could think of to let him survive in his fantasized woods life.
Finally, he investigated Palo's hiding spot, which he'd long ago found for himself. He "liberated" a few of the small silver pieces his brother had stashed away, leaving the larger coins in place. With those preparations in place, he waited until the morning his brother was going to return, to get the most rest. He woke up early, told his surprised father goodbye as Eolos left for work, then gathered his belongings and headed out. At the market, he merged with the line of traders heading out of the city; once beyond the gates, he broke away and headed into the forest to try to find a more friendly home - with anyone.
