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[korekore]

Isiro
Zenith Solar
Concept: Resilient and Reserved Bard
Motivation: To rewrite history and restore the Solar Exalted to their once glorious place in the old tales.

Dodge DV 2
Mental Dodge DV 6
Mental Parry DV 7

5B/2L

Knife 5 speed 4 accuracy 3L damage 3 rate range 15

Health levels
-0x1
-1x3
-2x4
-4x1
Inc
Join debate/battle 8

Attributes:
Str 0 Cha 0000 Perc 0000
Dex 0 Manip 00000 Int 0000
Sta 00000 App 0 Wits 0000

Essence: 000
personal: 17
peripheral: 38
Willpower: 8
Virtues:
Compassion 0
Temperance 000
Valor 0
Conviction 0000

Intimacies:
n/a

Abilities:
*Thrown 000
*Awareness 0000
Integrity 00
Resistance 0000
Performance 00000
Specialty: Storytelling 000
Presence 0000
*Socialize 00
*Investigation 0000
*Lore 000


Backgrounds:
Familiar 000
Manse 00

Virtue Flaw:
Heart of Flint

Other Flaw:
Known Anathema

Charms:

First Resistance, Presence, Investigation and Performance Excellencies
Third Thrown Excellency
Observer-Deceiving Attack
Mastery of Small Manners
Heart-compelling Method
Durability of Oak Meditation
Ox-Body Technique
Judge’s Ear Technique
irresistible salesman spirit

When asked, Isiro crafts himself a different origin every time. Often, but not always, it is a variant on this tale:

Once there was a beautiful mortal woman with three sons. She lived by the sea, in a charming house built for her by her wealthy lover, the sire of her children. He had his own household, but found his little mortal woman beguiling and her children more engaging than those of his legitimate wife.

One day, the mortal woman took ill, and as many beautiful things, did not outlast the disease. Her three sons were left to fend for themselves, so they sought out their wealthy father.

The youngest son proved smarter, faster, and stronger than the wealthy man’s legitimate children, and was adopted and made his heir.

The middle son was useless, a greedy, shiftless man who did no one a good turn. His father soon forgot him, and let him die, unnamed and unnoticed, in the gutters.

The eldest son, of course, was Isiro. Isiro was nothing special and no one in particular and it was by the grace of his brother that he earned a place in his father’s household as a bard of some skill.

It was in this place that he had the opportunity to glimpse his younger brother’s beautiful fiancée, who is often named Nightingale, but not always. It was the artist within Isiro that admired her clear, sweet voice; the man that lusted for her lush hips and soft hands; and the brother that saw truly her evil goal.

Nightingale had been bought by his father’s enemies, the jealous faction of his legitimate wife and her useless children, an assassin sent to slay his gifted brother. Isiro warned his brother, but he would not listen. On the wedding day, Nightingale swore to honor his brother and gave him a beautiful gilt dagger as a present. Isiro’s youngest brother was foolish, blinded by her beauty and artless appearance.

Isiro grew more and more concerned as the festivities drew to their close, and as the pair retreated to their bedchamber, he followed. No sooner did they think themselves alone than did Nightingale show her true face to her husband and try to slay him. Though no match for her, Isiro burst into the room and attempted to save his brother. In a grand show of power, Isiro Exalted as an Anathema and defeated Nightingale, though almost by chance. He had saved his dear brother, but lost his life. Grateful, Isiro’s brother arranged for his escape at great peril to himself . . . but Isiro knew that he would never be able to return to his former existence.

Whether or not this fanciful tale is true, for the last six months, Isiro has been wandering, evading the Wyld Hunt. His sole constant companion is a strange little sparrow it pleases him to also call Nightingale, after the woman who ruined him. Based on a tale he once heard that now resonated with him, he tracked down a small manse, as well as tales of the past and of other Anathema such as him. Fascinated by the glory of the old days, he seeks to spread the truth of these stories across the land.

He can’t run forever, though. Isiro’s most recent close call with the Hunt has left him almost destitute, and he has agreed to meet with an agent of a sympathetic Terrestrial that helped him flee them before.

In appearance he is of middling height and unremarkable in his features, with a weathered and mid-toned complexion. He is not quite ugly, but no one will ever praise him for his beauty and he knows it. He is about thirty years of age. Both his hair and eyes are dark brown, and he has shaven his head to make it manageable. He wears sturdy, loose-fitting clothing in browns and greens, and a broadbrimmed hat. His garb hangs a little loosely for all the weight he has lost in his travels. Isiro claims he was once quite chubby and is for all that still fond of good food.

Edited by korekore, 02 January 2011 - 08:40 AM.
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