Post by Silas on Aug 12, 2010 15:29:44 GMT -5
Password: Space Slugs
Character permission Fifth character courtesy of Adam
Other: Permission to use the Humani culture was granted by Meira
Name: Pau-Lluc Santos Felix deObra
Race: Human | Humani culture
Age: 19
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 156 lbs
Birth place: Obra House vessel, The Oblidos - Nomadic Humani Fleet
Appearance:
Isolation from the majority of the galaxies populace has brought a sombre, almost innocent look to his eyes, for life upon their vessels are not that of a common man; it is much more contrived. Their world is that of simplicity, and the ancient lore’s of their people, but the intricacies of the galaxy have not yet reached him. Dark almond eyes show the trivialities of his recent life, but they aren’t the hardened eyes of someone who has been around the galaxy. Dark black, medium length hair is no longer than a few inches off his head at any given time, but does have a slight curl to it. A way which a man walks tells much about their life, the way they speak tells a lot about their personality, and both tell the same story his eyes do. That of a weary traveller not versed in the hardships of the galaxy, and there’s a cautious step to his gait that is as if he is apprehensive of those around him.
Undistinguishable from any other human in the universe aside from the slightly darker tone of skin, there is but one truly Humani aspect which surrounds Pau. Two years ago, during his apprenticeship he got the image of a Duinguowuin tattooed on his right palm, wherein the image wraps up to his forearm. It tells a tale of his people, to give him good luck, and hope above all else. In this strange new world he has found himself in there could be no greater need for such a symbol, and it helps keep his peace. Lithe, but strong from work aboard the ship, he isn’t the most able bodied boy, while still being able to carry his own weight in a fight. However, in most cases his flexibility is a greater asset than brute force.
In most cases he likes to wear a simple vest over his upper torso, not quite having an eye for illustrious or eloquent things. Raised like a nomad, thus are his practices in clothes, usually sticking to loose fitting pants, and thing shoes. Aside from that he has little in the way of possessions, or trinkets aside from a necklace which he wears most of the time given to him when he chose to leave The Oblidos by his mother. In the shape of a Pittin it is one of his most prised possessions, and he wears it to remind him of what he is. Who he is. And for some arcane hope that he might still find good fortune upon the hard life ahead of him.
Personality:
Life, it was never rough before. Now, everything moves at a pace which he can’t seem to possibly stand up against. Days seem to fly by in the matter of seconds as everything happens as once. Cursed by a woman he barely knew beside moments of awkward conversation to the point that he has cast himself from The Oblidos his world has changed. The entirety of his world aboard a small ship which wandered across the cosmos has been stripped from him, left with but the clothes on his back, and a few little things to get him off on his way. Although plunged into a world not common to him, he has little in the way of experience outside of his ship. Innocence is the true definition of his life right now, as he tries to make his way through a new world, where nothing truly makes sense just yet.
Life among these arcane people have brought him closer to bona sort and the beliefs of his people almost more than before he left. Among these people, there is still a part of him that clings to the hope that maybe the luck he has been cursed with will not prosper, and that he can redeem himself. When someone grows up with the entire belief that one path will lead to nothing but misery, and woe for the rest of your life it is hard to be resilient after that. However, even if he has not yet realised just what path life has pushed him towards, or if there is a part of him that would attempt to be strong aside from that he carries on with aspirations for life. Despite what audacity he might withhold, it can not stop him from attempts, and he plans to go into this new world bravely. With hopes to push his past aside, with only memories to remind him of a life long lost he barters for his life almost every day upon this new road.
Past the heart-strong hopes, the imagination of a perfect world, there are roots of doubt in himself which might easily rise to the surface. The galaxy is a fearsome place, and the prospect of a world anew, and unadulterated brings a level of apprehension into his heart. It taunts him. Scares him, even. While he might not admit it, it lingers there like a shadow just waiting to kill.
Occupation: Crewman aboard the Oblidos
Rank: Apprentice
Bio:
Don’t lie to me. What is my child’s future, Vindet!
I see power.
Oi’, Senyora! Oi’ Vendet! What kind of answer is that, pray tell me what my child’s fate will be.
Lo, I see pain, but there will be a light at the end. Endure, my child. Endure.
Some people say that when people delve into the future, their lots are cast no matter what they do to break such a claim. To boldly go into a future unknown could be better than to try to defile yourself in attempts to stop a fortune one can’t control. Now, Pau might agree that if his parents had never gone to the Vindet, if they had never heard about his future things would be different. The past is more elusive than the future, though, and it is with a sad heart he might look back into those rifts of time. However, the child was born with relative ease, showing upon birth an easy nature. The mother, and father decided to name their new little baby Pau-Lluc Santos Felix deObra the first name being one they adored, but oft-shortened to just Pau.
Life was careless aboard The Oblidos for this child, not helped by the constant nurturing of both his parents, and those around him. Power. That was the rumours that spread all around him, for it seemed the pain he would feel had been lost in this game of telephone with a young boy’s fate. Those around him didn’t necessarily give him the treatment of a king, but there was something about him, a certain charm even as a child that gave off a likeable persona about him. This feeling was reciprocated, as well for better or for worse he was quick to make friends, fine with a venture into what he thought was new, strange places. Yet, his life was confined to the world he lived in; the ship.
The earliest memories he could recall were those of his father, Piro deObra, who was the image of perfection in the young boy’s eye. Everything about him gave off a confidence the young boy would soak up, while the man may have not been quite so perfect as the kid thought, he was a role model. The man worked as a man trained in basic medicines on the ship, one of the few, and he was noted to be very close to t he captain of The Oblidos, so there had been a slight relationship between the captain, and the boy from a young age. No one bothered to tell him the omen the old Vindet had shared with his parents in their telling, and most of all no one told him to endure. Whether they forgot, or discarded it, she was the only one who had parted those words to him long before he’d had ears to listen.
One of the first things he could ever remember being afraid of was the Junta. At a young age he’d been brought out into the large space station to his own excitement his mind romanticised the idealism. The moment both his feet left the ship it brought fear into him. He’d left all he had ever known to a strange new world in all of one excited step, and all those faces brought a queasiness to his stomach. When the realisation struck that one day he would have to leave behind the ship he’d called home, the people he had adored, and the world he was used. Nothing about that made since to him, it was foreign and he didn’t like it, but never once did he utter a word of discomfort. Never once did he really come to grips with that fact.
Five years old, with the hardest decisions in the world being what he would wear the next day, and a head full of confusion he was pushed into the Humani culture as it was. The world around him was strange, and new, but he learned at a quick rate, moved along like any other kid, and many interpreted the lot cast for this boy. Many were deceived.
By the Junta of his sixth birthday he’d all but forgotten the fright he’d first felt, and once brought there he did what most children did at that age. Amongst the man people he made his way, through those who shouted their wares at him with a vigour in their tone, to those who begged for his fortune to be told. Never once did he stop at one of those, but instead explored the inner depths of the Junta, and found that this new world was in fact deep with the intrigue of a culture. People who had formed together at the last moment of hope to save each other, so with a heightened since of intrigue he found a group of kids he was quick to become a part of.
Made up of twin girls, a guy Pau’s age, and another boy who was a year older than all of them, that was the one who took the lead. Andreu was the older, and the one he got a long with the best. Most of the others were fine, but he was more fun than the others. Together they were as mischievous as anyone might expect a group of young kids to be in a place like the Junta, but they were regarded with patience for the most part. Some people would get upset, wherein they might raise a fuss to them, but no more than that, and for no more than taking his hand at one or two of the foods that he liked, while trying not to get caught. Sometimes he did, but he had quick fingers, and an even quicker tongue. It wasn’t hard for him to be a smooth talker if he wanted to be, and quite a few times he called upon this talent among his group of friends.
When the days of the Junta were over, the fun had all died, and the moment he needed to go back to his real life came he’d realised what fun he’d had while with the other four. With a burdened heart he set off back to the life he thought he had once known, but now it was clear that not all was as it seems. Part of him wanted to stay with the other four, for they were all part of the same ship, but he was forced to cut off, back off into the darkness of space.
However, once back one he did gain tighter relationships with the kids on his ship, mostly with one that he particularly liked. Mercé was a wonderful girl, they were quite the team for a while, as he grew up more and more each day. Old women like to whisper, and there were more than a few about them, but honestly he only had pure intentions of friendship when he was a child. There wasn’t much in the way of attraction, but someone had made their own conclusions. Weather they be right or wrong, they spent much of their time together like he had with the others. One day, however, he was told that she was ill. No one ever really told him what was wrong, but it was a severe case of cancer they hadn’t the means of curing. Not aboard this ship, and by the time they realised what was going on it would have been to late to give her the treatment even if they had the equipment.
Those last months were like a stab to his heart, as he saw her health decrease, each day that her health fell, her contentment only rose. Some part of her had come to grips with reality, and the mortality of herself. There was nothing they could do for her, so in the end she was happy with her life however short it was, and while Pau had heard her cry many times, she took it more peacefully than the young boy could imagine. The child of seven could barely even comprehend her strength, the likes of which he didn’t believe he would have if he was faced with a similar situation.
In the end he was faced with a hard decision as she died. At her last moments he could be their, and risk the Buna that might follow, or go along his way, letting the Flux take its course. Now he knew he’d never made a more grave error than the moment he’d decided to take his future over her last moments. They said only the girl’s mother had been close that very last moment, as she cradled her daughter in her arms, the father had been there, but not with his child. Pau wasn’t ever sure if he’d forgive himself for such a thing, but he’d always wondered if he would have done it again, knowing what he did now. Part of him said he would have done everything exactly the same, just as much as the part that thought he would go along with her as she died. Most nights he wanted to believe that part of him was strong.
Amidst a struggle between his own moral conscious and the welfare of his standing amongst the flux as well as his people both parents found that it might be best to send their child to live with some of his relatives on his mother’s side. These cousins were in their forties, but only had one child who already been passed on to apprenticeship, so they had only seen it right to take in little Pau. The man whom he would learn to call ‘Jaime’ was a man of many skills like most of their people, but specialized in an acute ability of crafting metals. Thus began the anys ombra of his life with a grim past hung over him like a dark shadow. The ironic nature of this period in his life went unnoticed by those around him, but somewhere inside he knew his life had created a shadow that was more than just the separation between him and his family.
As deftly as one might at the relatively young age of eight this boy concealed the conscious battle that raged in his head. Soon an act turned into reality as thoughts of the girl eventually faded away as the pound of a hammer, and the feel of metal became his life. Jaime also introduced him to the captain on the ship, who took a special interest in Pau for his general charismatic initiative and an easy going nature. This brought the captain of the ship to work with him occasionally to teach him the basic layout of the ships systems along with a general knowledge of what his job entailed. Quietly behind closed doors the man taught him very basic fighting styles with blasters, and armed to arm combat. The old man believed this was essential for all men to learn and Pau seemed like a kid who would need it more than most.
Endure my child. The long forgotten words of his origins were all but nonexistent to this Humani who had never once heard the prophecy which his life was bound to. However, the power promised to him was never closer than it was at that moment in his life. So close no matter how far he’d come to get there he could taste an apprenticeship from the captain in his near future, which might lead him to the position in the future.
This ritual continued till he was almost twelve, being under the close watch of Jaime who taught him the intricacies of his craft, along with the captain who taught him much more in depth things. Intricacies observed since the beginning of the Humani’s first inhabitation of the ships were taught to him as the ages of his apprenticeship soon began to get closer. To him it seemed quite ritualistic so during the times when he would depart from the mentoring of those older than him he quaintly found solace amongst the other kids but none so much as a young girl he met on the Junta named Romarosa.
It wasn’t a simple common interest that made this Roma a quick friend, but there was something different about her. Perhaps he perceived some discrete sense of a brazen nature from her, or found her an appealing break from the monotony which he found himself permanently submerged in. A subsequently easy fix to this was to spend as much time as he could with the child he had found solace in and their acquaintance soon spurted into something more without a general consent between the two. While she told him old tales he’d laugh and pretend he was the hero. Sadly, though not all men are made of simple words alone.
There was that one night that seemed so perfect. The night where the others had laughed but he’d felt no shame. The night where everything had been pristine and it had simply felt right to be next to her. Once before he’d been forced to choose between a friendship or bona sort and he’d always wondered if that was decision had been right. When they told him of whom she had been, what her life had dealt to her sorrow pent up in him. He hadn’t known any of this, nor had he foreseen it. She was just another girl he liked to play with; she had given him a kiss. Had she betrayed him from the first time they spoken? Lied to him to win his trust? Or did she feel just as betrayed by the flux as he did?
Once again he made a decision against his own life. Against the friendship he’d built up in such a short time, and lost just as quickly. When Roma showed up again he refused to talk to her for fear he might change his mind. However he felt sad for her and the life she was forced to live. No man, woman or child should be forced to live as she did. But no matter his feelings, that was the last he’d seen of Romarosa, or so he thought.
Apprenticeship took him up in a storm and not even the tragic fate he’d been forced to place upon himself could distract from the change. The captain of the ship had arranged for him to come part of another crew to further help him gain a sense of individuality along with push him in the right directions for a future worth living. There was a charisma about Pau which he could not help but notice; one that was born to take him places in life. As he parted from Jaime, the captain, and all the others he had met along his shadow year there was but one person on his mind; Roma.
He’d not seen her in a fortnight if not longer and he doubted he would ever see her again. However, he lifted his head as he always had and moved on into a new world. The world around him melted away as he placed his future into the hands of a man he would come to see as a father. Captain Jaqen was a mysterious man from the start to be sure but there was a certain eloquence he held that brought a deeper intrigue to him. He was the kind of man that would demand no less than perfection and still consider that to be insufficient if asked. However, when the man met Pau for the first time he consented to the apprenticeship so long as he retained a level of personal courtesy he would expect from any man. What he had meant by that didn’t seem important at the time, but soon it would be his world.
Perhaps the considered him an apprentice but slave might have been a more appropriate term for what he endured on that ship. It wasn’t simply a matter of following him around as he taught him about the ship as Pau had originally though. No, it was more about following every whim that came from Jaqen’s mouth while occasionally picking up on a few things in the process. Every day was something new and he never really knew what to expect. It was surprisingly thrilling in a way, and he found himself enjoying the tasks which were given to him.
Every once in a while the older man would turn to him and ask quite brusquely, “What have you learned, kid?”
Sometimes he’d give a response wherein the man would simply chuckle and turn away. Pau became increasingly aware of the fact that the man never truly got the answer he wanted to and with every time he asked the tasks given to him became more difficult in nature. The level at which he was expected to maintain these tasks also became more precise. Jaqen began to expect the impossible from him as he asked Pau to do things that he’d never dreamed of trying and had little success in doing. The man pushed him harder and harder until the point where one night he simply wanted to leave the ship, the man, and everything he’d worked for. However it was that night where Jaqen specifically came to his room aboard the ship to talk to him.
Once again he asked, “What have you learned, kid?”
Now, he responded in anger, “That I can’t do this. Not on my own.”
A light shined in the man’s eyes as he looked down on the boy with genuine approval for the first time. He chuckled, this time in a different tone that Pau couldn’t even identify as he said, “Life is always going to throw things at you that you can’t handle. A ship and its crew must all work together to perform most efficiently. Hopefully this’ll teach you to ask when you need help.” A smile crossed his lips as stood up from the chair he stepped in and walked out of boy’s room. Anger flooded him for not thinking of it earlier. His pride had been too important to him to simply go back to the man and ask him for help. Instead he accepted defeat after defeat because of his own stubbornness. He vowed never to make that mistake again that night.
Soon his apprenticeship would be over, though, and all seemed perfect in his life. However, that was before he met Aramia.
In the waning months of his apprenticeship he realized that it would not be long before he would have to get married. While in the past there had been some romantic relations with some other women he had never stayed with one for long. Aramia had her mind set; she would be the wife of Pau-Lluc Santos Felix deObra. There was nothing else she would care for and for quite some time the young boy was almost fearful to be seen around her. In one case she attempted to trick him into betrothing her, however her attempts were scarcely hidden. While she was lightly reprimanded there was no real punishment for what she had done but instead he was occasionally looked down upon for such harsh denials. After a while, though, his patience with her disappeared and he did get quite brusque with his responses. Often he would make no attempts to hide his blatant ignorance of her.
After a time, though it seemed as if her attempts had stopped. How sorely wrong he was, though. One day while he was given reprieve of his duties the woman he’d come to loath met him. While he tried to ignore her there was ferocity in her eyes. Anger so palpable it was sickening and he knew something was about to happen that he would not like. In a second she uttered words he knew well enough, ones that sent his mind reeling as he simply stood there. People around them had stopped; their eyes all on the pair some had sympathy for Pau, but most looked at the woman in shock. No one dared speak until a woman stepped up and slapped the young Aramia on the face to send her reeling across the room. Pau barely noticed as he realized what had just happened.
The woman who had professed to love him, had hoped he would marry her had called a dimoni on him. The apprentice to a vident this was a serious crime against him for no matter if the flux was real, or if sort was true he would be scorned. They would blame him for the things that went wrong even if they were common faults. They would know him to have mala sort about him and they would shun him.
Any life he’d dreamt of was to be no more, and the news of what had transpired moved through the people aboard like wildfire. Before he could even guess that anyone would know there was sorrowful looks passed to him, and some general aversion to his presence. People looked at him with a varying of emotions, and then he met with Jaqen. They had a long discussion about what had happened and three days later they decided he had to make his own mind up about his future. If he stayed what had transpired would never leave him and some people would demand him to be given off at the next Junta. If he left there would be no guess to as where he could go, or what he would do. Life would be rough for him either way and there was no guarantee he’d ever have a happily ever after.
However it was decided that he would stay till his apprenticeship was over at the next Junta either way. The accusations almost started immediately as people began to blame him for things that seemed as unrelated as a kid catching a cold. Anything that went wrong was his fault no matter what the nature of it was. It was during this time that he realized he could not stay on the ship anymore than he could have stayed with Merce so long ago nor could he have stayed with Roma. It seemed bitter irony that no matter his attempts to avoid the mala sort he had still plunged himself into it. The flux seemed determined to destroy his life, and so he would go with it. To be whatever he must without the ridicule of those around him, nor without having to worry about whom he had associated with. No matter their place in the flux he would be with those he liked.
When the last Junta he would ever stop at came, Jaqen stopped him for one more discussion. At the end he said, ‘So, kid what have you learned?”
Pau had already been on his way to leave, but in that final moment he turned and responded, “That I have to be on my own, because the flux demands it.”
A final look of sorrow accompanied the man's final word as he simply uttered, "Endure, Pau."
The words spoken so long ago came perhaps a moment too late as the young man set off into a world alone and confused. With little more than a few sets of clothes and a small number of credits to his name he looked to find a life in this world.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership:4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3
Alignment: 0
RP Sample:
The pale colors of his room seemed to fade together as he pushed a final piece of clothing into his noticeably small pack that he would keep. Anything that wouldn’t fit in here he’d leave for someone else for a price. That along with the meager amount of credits he’d manage to scrape up and hold onto over the years would have to carry him until he found some way to make money. How he’d do that was a mystery to him even now as he took a deep breath. The future loomed like a dark shadow over his entirety as his fingers slightly touched a panel next to the door. Hydraulics made a faint sound as the door flew open so as to let him exit into the dimly lit halls he had become so increasingly used to. Life among these halls had at once seemed so perfect and so innocent only now to seem some sort of cruel jest. Now the future he’d seen was all but a distant light; gone as soon as it’d appeared. Now he felt cold and alone in a world that didn’t want him.
As lights overhead casted his shadow on the ground it seemed to grow and shrink with every step he took towards the future. Towards the Junta which would separate him from these people, the life he’d shared with them, and that pregnant dog that had taken it all away. While he couldn’t say he would miss that last one, he did have regrets about the other two. That day three months ago hung in his mind to this moment as if it had just happened. Suddenly his heart rate had increased as he saw her coming with that look in her eyes. It was like liquid fire had burst in her iris to consume any other feature that might stand out and for a second she had almost looked dangerous.
Just ignore. Keep walking, and don’t look back he told himself as he continued along without even a hesitation when she had called his name. Her shrill voice scratched at his ears as she demanded his attention a second time. When she grabbed him by the shirt to try and pull him around to face her he simply had shrugged her off. Then she threw came the comm device to strike him in the back of the head wherein he turned around about to once again yell at her. However, he didn’t even get a word out before she began. A whispered ‘no’ exited his mouth as he realized what was going on, but he didn’t dare move or speak.
Eyes as wide as he could have opened them he has simply stood there for what seemed an eternity as he had looked at her. A smug smile stretched across her face and he could almost feel the eyes pressed on him but he dare not look away. He was locked there in place until it was interrupted by another woman who smacked Aramia sternly across the face. The blow sent her sprawling to the floor, but it didn’t take what had been done; she’d cursed him. A curse so devious it would haunt him, he knew it. As he looked around he could see it in their eyes and he knew he was screwed.
Now as he looked back he knew that if he could have done it again he would have strangled her. At least that’s what he had told himself. He hadn’t seen her again since then or he might have. Those parents who had been so hurt by his repeated denials had been forced to give their daughter heavy punishments but it still wasn’t enough. She’d destroyed his life; it was only fair if he destroyed hers.
The sound of a voice interrupted his thoughts as he turned around to see Jaqen. The one person he would miss the most had talked to him much since that incidents, so the boy couldn’t truly see what more he’d want to ask. However as he said, “Pau! Hold up.” There was nothing more he could do than wait for the older man.
As he caught up to where Pau was he told him, “I wanted to see you one more time, and give you this.” From his coat he produced a long chain with a pittin on the end that curled up around itself, “For whatever luck it might grant you.”
For a second he smiled, but he knew it was too late for luck as he responded, “Thank you, Jaqen. Maybe thins will change.” The shadow of a smile was gone as he turned to leave, not wanting a conversation.
Over his shoulder he heard the man say, “So, kid, what have you learned?”
His feet stopped as he shook his head and turned back for just a second. He knew he couldn’t say the same thing he did the last time he’d been asked that question so he responded, “That I have to be on my own, because the flux demands it.”
Sorrow filled the old man’s eyes more than Pau could have imagined. The man had always seemed so abrupt but now his face was full of empathy as he said his last words to the kid, “Endure, Pau.” That was it however it gave the boy an odd sense of happiness to hear those words as he set off into this world. There was no saying where he would be next, but by the end he’d hopefully be long away from here, the people of this ship, and the hurt that had been shoved into him.
Character permission Fifth character courtesy of Adam
Other: Permission to use the Humani culture was granted by Meira
Name: Pau-Lluc Santos Felix deObra
Race: Human | Humani culture
Age: 19
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 156 lbs
Birth place: Obra House vessel, The Oblidos - Nomadic Humani Fleet
Appearance:
Isolation from the majority of the galaxies populace has brought a sombre, almost innocent look to his eyes, for life upon their vessels are not that of a common man; it is much more contrived. Their world is that of simplicity, and the ancient lore’s of their people, but the intricacies of the galaxy have not yet reached him. Dark almond eyes show the trivialities of his recent life, but they aren’t the hardened eyes of someone who has been around the galaxy. Dark black, medium length hair is no longer than a few inches off his head at any given time, but does have a slight curl to it. A way which a man walks tells much about their life, the way they speak tells a lot about their personality, and both tell the same story his eyes do. That of a weary traveller not versed in the hardships of the galaxy, and there’s a cautious step to his gait that is as if he is apprehensive of those around him.
Undistinguishable from any other human in the universe aside from the slightly darker tone of skin, there is but one truly Humani aspect which surrounds Pau. Two years ago, during his apprenticeship he got the image of a Duinguowuin tattooed on his right palm, wherein the image wraps up to his forearm. It tells a tale of his people, to give him good luck, and hope above all else. In this strange new world he has found himself in there could be no greater need for such a symbol, and it helps keep his peace. Lithe, but strong from work aboard the ship, he isn’t the most able bodied boy, while still being able to carry his own weight in a fight. However, in most cases his flexibility is a greater asset than brute force.
In most cases he likes to wear a simple vest over his upper torso, not quite having an eye for illustrious or eloquent things. Raised like a nomad, thus are his practices in clothes, usually sticking to loose fitting pants, and thing shoes. Aside from that he has little in the way of possessions, or trinkets aside from a necklace which he wears most of the time given to him when he chose to leave The Oblidos by his mother. In the shape of a Pittin it is one of his most prised possessions, and he wears it to remind him of what he is. Who he is. And for some arcane hope that he might still find good fortune upon the hard life ahead of him.
Personality:
Life, it was never rough before. Now, everything moves at a pace which he can’t seem to possibly stand up against. Days seem to fly by in the matter of seconds as everything happens as once. Cursed by a woman he barely knew beside moments of awkward conversation to the point that he has cast himself from The Oblidos his world has changed. The entirety of his world aboard a small ship which wandered across the cosmos has been stripped from him, left with but the clothes on his back, and a few little things to get him off on his way. Although plunged into a world not common to him, he has little in the way of experience outside of his ship. Innocence is the true definition of his life right now, as he tries to make his way through a new world, where nothing truly makes sense just yet.
Life among these arcane people have brought him closer to bona sort and the beliefs of his people almost more than before he left. Among these people, there is still a part of him that clings to the hope that maybe the luck he has been cursed with will not prosper, and that he can redeem himself. When someone grows up with the entire belief that one path will lead to nothing but misery, and woe for the rest of your life it is hard to be resilient after that. However, even if he has not yet realised just what path life has pushed him towards, or if there is a part of him that would attempt to be strong aside from that he carries on with aspirations for life. Despite what audacity he might withhold, it can not stop him from attempts, and he plans to go into this new world bravely. With hopes to push his past aside, with only memories to remind him of a life long lost he barters for his life almost every day upon this new road.
Past the heart-strong hopes, the imagination of a perfect world, there are roots of doubt in himself which might easily rise to the surface. The galaxy is a fearsome place, and the prospect of a world anew, and unadulterated brings a level of apprehension into his heart. It taunts him. Scares him, even. While he might not admit it, it lingers there like a shadow just waiting to kill.
Occupation: Crewman aboard the Oblidos
Rank: Apprentice
Bio:
Just don‘t deny it.
Don’t lie to me. What is my child’s future, Vindet!
I see power.
Oi’, Senyora! Oi’ Vendet! What kind of answer is that, pray tell me what my child’s fate will be.
Lo, I see pain, but there will be a light at the end. Endure, my child. Endure.
Some people say that when people delve into the future, their lots are cast no matter what they do to break such a claim. To boldly go into a future unknown could be better than to try to defile yourself in attempts to stop a fortune one can’t control. Now, Pau might agree that if his parents had never gone to the Vindet, if they had never heard about his future things would be different. The past is more elusive than the future, though, and it is with a sad heart he might look back into those rifts of time. However, the child was born with relative ease, showing upon birth an easy nature. The mother, and father decided to name their new little baby Pau-Lluc Santos Felix deObra the first name being one they adored, but oft-shortened to just Pau.
Life was careless aboard The Oblidos for this child, not helped by the constant nurturing of both his parents, and those around him. Power. That was the rumours that spread all around him, for it seemed the pain he would feel had been lost in this game of telephone with a young boy’s fate. Those around him didn’t necessarily give him the treatment of a king, but there was something about him, a certain charm even as a child that gave off a likeable persona about him. This feeling was reciprocated, as well for better or for worse he was quick to make friends, fine with a venture into what he thought was new, strange places. Yet, his life was confined to the world he lived in; the ship.
The earliest memories he could recall were those of his father, Piro deObra, who was the image of perfection in the young boy’s eye. Everything about him gave off a confidence the young boy would soak up, while the man may have not been quite so perfect as the kid thought, he was a role model. The man worked as a man trained in basic medicines on the ship, one of the few, and he was noted to be very close to t he captain of The Oblidos, so there had been a slight relationship between the captain, and the boy from a young age. No one bothered to tell him the omen the old Vindet had shared with his parents in their telling, and most of all no one told him to endure. Whether they forgot, or discarded it, she was the only one who had parted those words to him long before he’d had ears to listen.
One of the first things he could ever remember being afraid of was the Junta. At a young age he’d been brought out into the large space station to his own excitement his mind romanticised the idealism. The moment both his feet left the ship it brought fear into him. He’d left all he had ever known to a strange new world in all of one excited step, and all those faces brought a queasiness to his stomach. When the realisation struck that one day he would have to leave behind the ship he’d called home, the people he had adored, and the world he was used. Nothing about that made since to him, it was foreign and he didn’t like it, but never once did he utter a word of discomfort. Never once did he really come to grips with that fact.
Five years old, with the hardest decisions in the world being what he would wear the next day, and a head full of confusion he was pushed into the Humani culture as it was. The world around him was strange, and new, but he learned at a quick rate, moved along like any other kid, and many interpreted the lot cast for this boy. Many were deceived.
I Try to Make it Through my Life
By the Junta of his sixth birthday he’d all but forgotten the fright he’d first felt, and once brought there he did what most children did at that age. Amongst the man people he made his way, through those who shouted their wares at him with a vigour in their tone, to those who begged for his fortune to be told. Never once did he stop at one of those, but instead explored the inner depths of the Junta, and found that this new world was in fact deep with the intrigue of a culture. People who had formed together at the last moment of hope to save each other, so with a heightened since of intrigue he found a group of kids he was quick to become a part of.
Made up of twin girls, a guy Pau’s age, and another boy who was a year older than all of them, that was the one who took the lead. Andreu was the older, and the one he got a long with the best. Most of the others were fine, but he was more fun than the others. Together they were as mischievous as anyone might expect a group of young kids to be in a place like the Junta, but they were regarded with patience for the most part. Some people would get upset, wherein they might raise a fuss to them, but no more than that, and for no more than taking his hand at one or two of the foods that he liked, while trying not to get caught. Sometimes he did, but he had quick fingers, and an even quicker tongue. It wasn’t hard for him to be a smooth talker if he wanted to be, and quite a few times he called upon this talent among his group of friends.
When the days of the Junta were over, the fun had all died, and the moment he needed to go back to his real life came he’d realised what fun he’d had while with the other four. With a burdened heart he set off back to the life he thought he had once known, but now it was clear that not all was as it seems. Part of him wanted to stay with the other four, for they were all part of the same ship, but he was forced to cut off, back off into the darkness of space.
However, once back one he did gain tighter relationships with the kids on his ship, mostly with one that he particularly liked. Mercé was a wonderful girl, they were quite the team for a while, as he grew up more and more each day. Old women like to whisper, and there were more than a few about them, but honestly he only had pure intentions of friendship when he was a child. There wasn’t much in the way of attraction, but someone had made their own conclusions. Weather they be right or wrong, they spent much of their time together like he had with the others. One day, however, he was told that she was ill. No one ever really told him what was wrong, but it was a severe case of cancer they hadn’t the means of curing. Not aboard this ship, and by the time they realised what was going on it would have been to late to give her the treatment even if they had the equipment.
Those last months were like a stab to his heart, as he saw her health decrease, each day that her health fell, her contentment only rose. Some part of her had come to grips with reality, and the mortality of herself. There was nothing they could do for her, so in the end she was happy with her life however short it was, and while Pau had heard her cry many times, she took it more peacefully than the young boy could imagine. The child of seven could barely even comprehend her strength, the likes of which he didn’t believe he would have if he was faced with a similar situation.
In the end he was faced with a hard decision as she died. At her last moments he could be their, and risk the Buna that might follow, or go along his way, letting the Flux take its course. Now he knew he’d never made a more grave error than the moment he’d decided to take his future over her last moments. They said only the girl’s mother had been close that very last moment, as she cradled her daughter in her arms, the father had been there, but not with his child. Pau wasn’t ever sure if he’d forgive himself for such a thing, but he’d always wondered if he would have done it again, knowing what he did now. Part of him said he would have done everything exactly the same, just as much as the part that thought he would go along with her as she died. Most nights he wanted to believe that part of him was strong.
The Pale Echo of Night
Amidst a struggle between his own moral conscious and the welfare of his standing amongst the flux as well as his people both parents found that it might be best to send their child to live with some of his relatives on his mother’s side. These cousins were in their forties, but only had one child who already been passed on to apprenticeship, so they had only seen it right to take in little Pau. The man whom he would learn to call ‘Jaime’ was a man of many skills like most of their people, but specialized in an acute ability of crafting metals. Thus began the anys ombra of his life with a grim past hung over him like a dark shadow. The ironic nature of this period in his life went unnoticed by those around him, but somewhere inside he knew his life had created a shadow that was more than just the separation between him and his family.
As deftly as one might at the relatively young age of eight this boy concealed the conscious battle that raged in his head. Soon an act turned into reality as thoughts of the girl eventually faded away as the pound of a hammer, and the feel of metal became his life. Jaime also introduced him to the captain on the ship, who took a special interest in Pau for his general charismatic initiative and an easy going nature. This brought the captain of the ship to work with him occasionally to teach him the basic layout of the ships systems along with a general knowledge of what his job entailed. Quietly behind closed doors the man taught him very basic fighting styles with blasters, and armed to arm combat. The old man believed this was essential for all men to learn and Pau seemed like a kid who would need it more than most.
Endure my child. The long forgotten words of his origins were all but nonexistent to this Humani who had never once heard the prophecy which his life was bound to. However, the power promised to him was never closer than it was at that moment in his life. So close no matter how far he’d come to get there he could taste an apprenticeship from the captain in his near future, which might lead him to the position in the future.
This ritual continued till he was almost twelve, being under the close watch of Jaime who taught him the intricacies of his craft, along with the captain who taught him much more in depth things. Intricacies observed since the beginning of the Humani’s first inhabitation of the ships were taught to him as the ages of his apprenticeship soon began to get closer. To him it seemed quite ritualistic so during the times when he would depart from the mentoring of those older than him he quaintly found solace amongst the other kids but none so much as a young girl he met on the Junta named Romarosa.
It wasn’t a simple common interest that made this Roma a quick friend, but there was something different about her. Perhaps he perceived some discrete sense of a brazen nature from her, or found her an appealing break from the monotony which he found himself permanently submerged in. A subsequently easy fix to this was to spend as much time as he could with the child he had found solace in and their acquaintance soon spurted into something more without a general consent between the two. While she told him old tales he’d laugh and pretend he was the hero. Sadly, though not all men are made of simple words alone.
There was that one night that seemed so perfect. The night where the others had laughed but he’d felt no shame. The night where everything had been pristine and it had simply felt right to be next to her. Once before he’d been forced to choose between a friendship or bona sort and he’d always wondered if that was decision had been right. When they told him of whom she had been, what her life had dealt to her sorrow pent up in him. He hadn’t known any of this, nor had he foreseen it. She was just another girl he liked to play with; she had given him a kiss. Had she betrayed him from the first time they spoken? Lied to him to win his trust? Or did she feel just as betrayed by the flux as he did?
Once again he made a decision against his own life. Against the friendship he’d built up in such a short time, and lost just as quickly. When Roma showed up again he refused to talk to her for fear he might change his mind. However he felt sad for her and the life she was forced to live. No man, woman or child should be forced to live as she did. But no matter his feelings, that was the last he’d seen of Romarosa, or so he thought.
A lesson to be learned
Apprenticeship took him up in a storm and not even the tragic fate he’d been forced to place upon himself could distract from the change. The captain of the ship had arranged for him to come part of another crew to further help him gain a sense of individuality along with push him in the right directions for a future worth living. There was a charisma about Pau which he could not help but notice; one that was born to take him places in life. As he parted from Jaime, the captain, and all the others he had met along his shadow year there was but one person on his mind; Roma.
He’d not seen her in a fortnight if not longer and he doubted he would ever see her again. However, he lifted his head as he always had and moved on into a new world. The world around him melted away as he placed his future into the hands of a man he would come to see as a father. Captain Jaqen was a mysterious man from the start to be sure but there was a certain eloquence he held that brought a deeper intrigue to him. He was the kind of man that would demand no less than perfection and still consider that to be insufficient if asked. However, when the man met Pau for the first time he consented to the apprenticeship so long as he retained a level of personal courtesy he would expect from any man. What he had meant by that didn’t seem important at the time, but soon it would be his world.
Perhaps the considered him an apprentice but slave might have been a more appropriate term for what he endured on that ship. It wasn’t simply a matter of following him around as he taught him about the ship as Pau had originally though. No, it was more about following every whim that came from Jaqen’s mouth while occasionally picking up on a few things in the process. Every day was something new and he never really knew what to expect. It was surprisingly thrilling in a way, and he found himself enjoying the tasks which were given to him.
Every once in a while the older man would turn to him and ask quite brusquely, “What have you learned, kid?”
Sometimes he’d give a response wherein the man would simply chuckle and turn away. Pau became increasingly aware of the fact that the man never truly got the answer he wanted to and with every time he asked the tasks given to him became more difficult in nature. The level at which he was expected to maintain these tasks also became more precise. Jaqen began to expect the impossible from him as he asked Pau to do things that he’d never dreamed of trying and had little success in doing. The man pushed him harder and harder until the point where one night he simply wanted to leave the ship, the man, and everything he’d worked for. However it was that night where Jaqen specifically came to his room aboard the ship to talk to him.
Once again he asked, “What have you learned, kid?”
Now, he responded in anger, “That I can’t do this. Not on my own.”
A light shined in the man’s eyes as he looked down on the boy with genuine approval for the first time. He chuckled, this time in a different tone that Pau couldn’t even identify as he said, “Life is always going to throw things at you that you can’t handle. A ship and its crew must all work together to perform most efficiently. Hopefully this’ll teach you to ask when you need help.” A smile crossed his lips as stood up from the chair he stepped in and walked out of boy’s room. Anger flooded him for not thinking of it earlier. His pride had been too important to him to simply go back to the man and ask him for help. Instead he accepted defeat after defeat because of his own stubbornness. He vowed never to make that mistake again that night.
Soon his apprenticeship would be over, though, and all seemed perfect in his life. However, that was before he met Aramia.
Oh, Sweet Irony
In the waning months of his apprenticeship he realized that it would not be long before he would have to get married. While in the past there had been some romantic relations with some other women he had never stayed with one for long. Aramia had her mind set; she would be the wife of Pau-Lluc Santos Felix deObra. There was nothing else she would care for and for quite some time the young boy was almost fearful to be seen around her. In one case she attempted to trick him into betrothing her, however her attempts were scarcely hidden. While she was lightly reprimanded there was no real punishment for what she had done but instead he was occasionally looked down upon for such harsh denials. After a while, though, his patience with her disappeared and he did get quite brusque with his responses. Often he would make no attempts to hide his blatant ignorance of her.
After a time, though it seemed as if her attempts had stopped. How sorely wrong he was, though. One day while he was given reprieve of his duties the woman he’d come to loath met him. While he tried to ignore her there was ferocity in her eyes. Anger so palpable it was sickening and he knew something was about to happen that he would not like. In a second she uttered words he knew well enough, ones that sent his mind reeling as he simply stood there. People around them had stopped; their eyes all on the pair some had sympathy for Pau, but most looked at the woman in shock. No one dared speak until a woman stepped up and slapped the young Aramia on the face to send her reeling across the room. Pau barely noticed as he realized what had just happened.
The woman who had professed to love him, had hoped he would marry her had called a dimoni on him. The apprentice to a vident this was a serious crime against him for no matter if the flux was real, or if sort was true he would be scorned. They would blame him for the things that went wrong even if they were common faults. They would know him to have mala sort about him and they would shun him.
Any life he’d dreamt of was to be no more, and the news of what had transpired moved through the people aboard like wildfire. Before he could even guess that anyone would know there was sorrowful looks passed to him, and some general aversion to his presence. People looked at him with a varying of emotions, and then he met with Jaqen. They had a long discussion about what had happened and three days later they decided he had to make his own mind up about his future. If he stayed what had transpired would never leave him and some people would demand him to be given off at the next Junta. If he left there would be no guess to as where he could go, or what he would do. Life would be rough for him either way and there was no guarantee he’d ever have a happily ever after.
However it was decided that he would stay till his apprenticeship was over at the next Junta either way. The accusations almost started immediately as people began to blame him for things that seemed as unrelated as a kid catching a cold. Anything that went wrong was his fault no matter what the nature of it was. It was during this time that he realized he could not stay on the ship anymore than he could have stayed with Merce so long ago nor could he have stayed with Roma. It seemed bitter irony that no matter his attempts to avoid the mala sort he had still plunged himself into it. The flux seemed determined to destroy his life, and so he would go with it. To be whatever he must without the ridicule of those around him, nor without having to worry about whom he had associated with. No matter their place in the flux he would be with those he liked.
When the last Junta he would ever stop at came, Jaqen stopped him for one more discussion. At the end he said, ‘So, kid what have you learned?”
Pau had already been on his way to leave, but in that final moment he turned and responded, “That I have to be on my own, because the flux demands it.”
A final look of sorrow accompanied the man's final word as he simply uttered, "Endure, Pau."
The words spoken so long ago came perhaps a moment too late as the young man set off into a world alone and confused. With little more than a few sets of clothes and a small number of credits to his name he looked to find a life in this world.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership:4
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 3
Alignment: 0
RP Sample:
The pale colors of his room seemed to fade together as he pushed a final piece of clothing into his noticeably small pack that he would keep. Anything that wouldn’t fit in here he’d leave for someone else for a price. That along with the meager amount of credits he’d manage to scrape up and hold onto over the years would have to carry him until he found some way to make money. How he’d do that was a mystery to him even now as he took a deep breath. The future loomed like a dark shadow over his entirety as his fingers slightly touched a panel next to the door. Hydraulics made a faint sound as the door flew open so as to let him exit into the dimly lit halls he had become so increasingly used to. Life among these halls had at once seemed so perfect and so innocent only now to seem some sort of cruel jest. Now the future he’d seen was all but a distant light; gone as soon as it’d appeared. Now he felt cold and alone in a world that didn’t want him.
As lights overhead casted his shadow on the ground it seemed to grow and shrink with every step he took towards the future. Towards the Junta which would separate him from these people, the life he’d shared with them, and that pregnant dog that had taken it all away. While he couldn’t say he would miss that last one, he did have regrets about the other two. That day three months ago hung in his mind to this moment as if it had just happened. Suddenly his heart rate had increased as he saw her coming with that look in her eyes. It was like liquid fire had burst in her iris to consume any other feature that might stand out and for a second she had almost looked dangerous.
Just ignore. Keep walking, and don’t look back he told himself as he continued along without even a hesitation when she had called his name. Her shrill voice scratched at his ears as she demanded his attention a second time. When she grabbed him by the shirt to try and pull him around to face her he simply had shrugged her off. Then she threw came the comm device to strike him in the back of the head wherein he turned around about to once again yell at her. However, he didn’t even get a word out before she began. A whispered ‘no’ exited his mouth as he realized what was going on, but he didn’t dare move or speak.
Eyes as wide as he could have opened them he has simply stood there for what seemed an eternity as he had looked at her. A smug smile stretched across her face and he could almost feel the eyes pressed on him but he dare not look away. He was locked there in place until it was interrupted by another woman who smacked Aramia sternly across the face. The blow sent her sprawling to the floor, but it didn’t take what had been done; she’d cursed him. A curse so devious it would haunt him, he knew it. As he looked around he could see it in their eyes and he knew he was screwed.
Now as he looked back he knew that if he could have done it again he would have strangled her. At least that’s what he had told himself. He hadn’t seen her again since then or he might have. Those parents who had been so hurt by his repeated denials had been forced to give their daughter heavy punishments but it still wasn’t enough. She’d destroyed his life; it was only fair if he destroyed hers.
The sound of a voice interrupted his thoughts as he turned around to see Jaqen. The one person he would miss the most had talked to him much since that incidents, so the boy couldn’t truly see what more he’d want to ask. However as he said, “Pau! Hold up.” There was nothing more he could do than wait for the older man.
As he caught up to where Pau was he told him, “I wanted to see you one more time, and give you this.” From his coat he produced a long chain with a pittin on the end that curled up around itself, “For whatever luck it might grant you.”
For a second he smiled, but he knew it was too late for luck as he responded, “Thank you, Jaqen. Maybe thins will change.” The shadow of a smile was gone as he turned to leave, not wanting a conversation.
Over his shoulder he heard the man say, “So, kid, what have you learned?”
His feet stopped as he shook his head and turned back for just a second. He knew he couldn’t say the same thing he did the last time he’d been asked that question so he responded, “That I have to be on my own, because the flux demands it.”
Sorrow filled the old man’s eyes more than Pau could have imagined. The man had always seemed so abrupt but now his face was full of empathy as he said his last words to the kid, “Endure, Pau.” That was it however it gave the boy an odd sense of happiness to hear those words as he set off into this world. There was no saying where he would be next, but by the end he’d hopefully be long away from here, the people of this ship, and the hurt that had been shoved into him.
