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Guest
Name: Alkresh Bloodstone
Race: Half-Orc
Age: 22
Height: 6'4
Appearance: Light-green skin, Muscular, protruding jaw and large canines on his lower jaw. Yellow eyes and a short ponytail on the back of his head. While rough looking, is very clean and poised.
IC:
"It really is a new age," Alkresh said to himself as the electric coach he rode in passed a new train yard that was being built where a field full of cows once was. It had been over a decade since the half-orc had been out to his homeland and it was surprising how many new steam devices were being incorporated into rural life.
"Sir, we'll be at the estate in five minutes," The halfling driver called back, fancying a look back at his passenger, who the driver was sure was someone important he should know.
"Thank you driver." Alkresh replied as he took a minute to pull his pocket watch from his custom-tailored coat and smiled as he counted down the 300 seconds to his long-planned victory.
The driver was right in assuming Alkresh was a man of importance. Back east he was the toast of society life and in charge of one of the leading steam-works manufacturers in all the civilized world. He had been an adventurer and supplied weapons to the army that took down the last Dark Lord. He had even been knighted and received commendations from several kingdoms. While this seemed especially impressive given his young age, it was no surprise to Alkresh.
The half-orc had embraced the new age of steam and mechanisms back when they were considered nothing but carnival attractions and only a couple of trains had been built. He had seen a kinship with the inanimate objects; like him, they were unwanted and not respected but had the potential to be great. He had begged a craftsman to take him on as an apprentice at the age of 12 and by fifteen he was creating clockwork golems that could crush even great summons by some of the best sorcerers in the land. Alkresh crushed any opposition to the furthering of his beloved mechanisms: If the old ways tried to hinder him, he would grind them under heel.
His hatred for the old ways of magic and feudalism came from his childhood. Alkresh had been born after his mother, a naive but loving orc woman, had an affair with an aristocrat. She had believed it would be like in her village, where the old ways had taught her that a couple's ultimate act of love was having a child, and was hurt when the aristocrat asked her to abort the product of their love making and then tried to pay her off to tell the doctors that Alkresh was the son of another orc that had drifted through the town. Hurt and scared, she had agreed and tried to pass her previous love on to her son and tried to keep the old ways in her heart by becoming a wet nurse, a position that would have been highly respected in her homeland but was unfortunately only seen as a necessity in this new age. She still tried to make her way in the world, and eventually found herself being invited into the house of a wealthy noblewoman to look after her new baby-girl. His mother happily raised the girl, even after the heartbreaking day where she found out that the noblewoman's husband was her former lover. While she was hurt when he tried to throw her out, her bitterness started to show through and she threatened to tell his wife who had really fathered Alkresh and then abandoned the both of them. The lord had relented and Alkresh was raised alongside his half-sister as a servant and playmate till he was twelve, when he left his uncaring father and went to the city, where he heard half-orcs could make something of themselves.
As the coach pulled in front of the manor he had been a house servant at for much of his childhood, Alkresh thought of why he had come here. While Alkresh had achieved much in life, he still hurt over his treatment as a child. His father had worked him like a dog and always found something to criticize him and his mother about. Not a single kind word was ever said to Alkresh and he was always reminded that he could never be more than a servant every day.
That wasn't to say that his father was uncaring for all people though, he loved his legitimate family, especially his daughter, who he doted on and dumped all his affection on. Alkresh remembered how her birthdays would be filled with presents and hugs and the two of them would beam at each other as they danced and laughed. While Alkresh actually did care for his half-sister, the only child who would play with him, he was often jealous of the fact that she received more than him and had two parents who cared greatly for her and had time for her. She was the jewel of their father's eye.
As the coach arrived in front of the mahogany doors that led into the ivory estate, Alkresh snapped the watch shut and returned it to his pocket; his moment of victory at hand. The plan had been easy to carry out. While his father had parenting ideas of the new age, he was woefully lacking when it came to making shrewd investments. Alkresh had found his father's debtors and had all of his debts transferred to him. Alkresh had then telegraphed his father and given him the terms to keep him from having everything seized: He was to sign his daughter over to Alkresh under a servant contract and have her live with him in the city. Slavery was of course illegal, but indentured servitude was perfectly legal and even easier to exploit. Alkresh knew it would hurt his father greatly to be in debt to the mistake he had made in his youth and losing his jewel would break his heart. Still, if he lost the manor, he would have lost his wife and daughter to the brothels most likely, so it was ultimately the only choice he could make.
The contract arrived in the mail a week later, wrinkled from being wadded up again and again. Alkresh knew what his father thought of him. He had whipped Alkresh savagely when he had caught him and his half-sister skinny dipping as children, even though they were both too young to know anything about carnal pleasures. His father could only think of him as a sexual predator who wanted to violate his precious girl. Alkresh laughed as he told the driver to wait for him; his father wasn't completely incorrect, he wasn't even sure what his half-sister looked like but years of being in the city and travelling to some of the dingiest places in the world had given him quite the sexual appetite, especially for the more kinky activities of the world.
Alkresh knocked on the the large door and threw the driver an extra gold coin.
"I'm going to be returning with another passenger."
The halfling grew a large-smile and whistled. "The young lady has just come of age and she already has suitors? Not that I blame you, she's quite the looker."
Alkresh just smiled and nodded. He hadn't seen his sister since she was 8 years old and still demanded piggy-back rides from her big brother. Alkresh's mother had always told the two of them that they were brother and sister, despite their father's orders, though he was never sure if his sister actually realized that they were blood-related or if his mother was just trying to get them to establish a deep friendship. The news that she was attractive meant little to him. He had enrolled her in a university, which he was a trustee of; it was enough to let his father think he was doing terrible things to his baby girl, he actually planned on just making her work for him a bit, get her hands dirty and hold her over his father's head, he had recently ended an affair and was in no hurry to start a new one. Otherwise, he figured she would just be an honored guest. Still, it would be interesting to see what she had grown up into.
A servant opened the doors and Alkresh headed across the marble floors he had once scrubbed as a child and loudly announced himself.
Race: Half-Orc
Age: 22
Height: 6'4
Appearance: Light-green skin, Muscular, protruding jaw and large canines on his lower jaw. Yellow eyes and a short ponytail on the back of his head. While rough looking, is very clean and poised.
IC:
"It really is a new age," Alkresh said to himself as the electric coach he rode in passed a new train yard that was being built where a field full of cows once was. It had been over a decade since the half-orc had been out to his homeland and it was surprising how many new steam devices were being incorporated into rural life.
"Sir, we'll be at the estate in five minutes," The halfling driver called back, fancying a look back at his passenger, who the driver was sure was someone important he should know.
"Thank you driver." Alkresh replied as he took a minute to pull his pocket watch from his custom-tailored coat and smiled as he counted down the 300 seconds to his long-planned victory.
The driver was right in assuming Alkresh was a man of importance. Back east he was the toast of society life and in charge of one of the leading steam-works manufacturers in all the civilized world. He had been an adventurer and supplied weapons to the army that took down the last Dark Lord. He had even been knighted and received commendations from several kingdoms. While this seemed especially impressive given his young age, it was no surprise to Alkresh.
The half-orc had embraced the new age of steam and mechanisms back when they were considered nothing but carnival attractions and only a couple of trains had been built. He had seen a kinship with the inanimate objects; like him, they were unwanted and not respected but had the potential to be great. He had begged a craftsman to take him on as an apprentice at the age of 12 and by fifteen he was creating clockwork golems that could crush even great summons by some of the best sorcerers in the land. Alkresh crushed any opposition to the furthering of his beloved mechanisms: If the old ways tried to hinder him, he would grind them under heel.
His hatred for the old ways of magic and feudalism came from his childhood. Alkresh had been born after his mother, a naive but loving orc woman, had an affair with an aristocrat. She had believed it would be like in her village, where the old ways had taught her that a couple's ultimate act of love was having a child, and was hurt when the aristocrat asked her to abort the product of their love making and then tried to pay her off to tell the doctors that Alkresh was the son of another orc that had drifted through the town. Hurt and scared, she had agreed and tried to pass her previous love on to her son and tried to keep the old ways in her heart by becoming a wet nurse, a position that would have been highly respected in her homeland but was unfortunately only seen as a necessity in this new age. She still tried to make her way in the world, and eventually found herself being invited into the house of a wealthy noblewoman to look after her new baby-girl. His mother happily raised the girl, even after the heartbreaking day where she found out that the noblewoman's husband was her former lover. While she was hurt when he tried to throw her out, her bitterness started to show through and she threatened to tell his wife who had really fathered Alkresh and then abandoned the both of them. The lord had relented and Alkresh was raised alongside his half-sister as a servant and playmate till he was twelve, when he left his uncaring father and went to the city, where he heard half-orcs could make something of themselves.
As the coach pulled in front of the manor he had been a house servant at for much of his childhood, Alkresh thought of why he had come here. While Alkresh had achieved much in life, he still hurt over his treatment as a child. His father had worked him like a dog and always found something to criticize him and his mother about. Not a single kind word was ever said to Alkresh and he was always reminded that he could never be more than a servant every day.
That wasn't to say that his father was uncaring for all people though, he loved his legitimate family, especially his daughter, who he doted on and dumped all his affection on. Alkresh remembered how her birthdays would be filled with presents and hugs and the two of them would beam at each other as they danced and laughed. While Alkresh actually did care for his half-sister, the only child who would play with him, he was often jealous of the fact that she received more than him and had two parents who cared greatly for her and had time for her. She was the jewel of their father's eye.
As the coach arrived in front of the mahogany doors that led into the ivory estate, Alkresh snapped the watch shut and returned it to his pocket; his moment of victory at hand. The plan had been easy to carry out. While his father had parenting ideas of the new age, he was woefully lacking when it came to making shrewd investments. Alkresh had found his father's debtors and had all of his debts transferred to him. Alkresh had then telegraphed his father and given him the terms to keep him from having everything seized: He was to sign his daughter over to Alkresh under a servant contract and have her live with him in the city. Slavery was of course illegal, but indentured servitude was perfectly legal and even easier to exploit. Alkresh knew it would hurt his father greatly to be in debt to the mistake he had made in his youth and losing his jewel would break his heart. Still, if he lost the manor, he would have lost his wife and daughter to the brothels most likely, so it was ultimately the only choice he could make.
The contract arrived in the mail a week later, wrinkled from being wadded up again and again. Alkresh knew what his father thought of him. He had whipped Alkresh savagely when he had caught him and his half-sister skinny dipping as children, even though they were both too young to know anything about carnal pleasures. His father could only think of him as a sexual predator who wanted to violate his precious girl. Alkresh laughed as he told the driver to wait for him; his father wasn't completely incorrect, he wasn't even sure what his half-sister looked like but years of being in the city and travelling to some of the dingiest places in the world had given him quite the sexual appetite, especially for the more kinky activities of the world.
Alkresh knocked on the the large door and threw the driver an extra gold coin.
"I'm going to be returning with another passenger."
The halfling grew a large-smile and whistled. "The young lady has just come of age and she already has suitors? Not that I blame you, she's quite the looker."
Alkresh just smiled and nodded. He hadn't seen his sister since she was 8 years old and still demanded piggy-back rides from her big brother. Alkresh's mother had always told the two of them that they were brother and sister, despite their father's orders, though he was never sure if his sister actually realized that they were blood-related or if his mother was just trying to get them to establish a deep friendship. The news that she was attractive meant little to him. He had enrolled her in a university, which he was a trustee of; it was enough to let his father think he was doing terrible things to his baby girl, he actually planned on just making her work for him a bit, get her hands dirty and hold her over his father's head, he had recently ended an affair and was in no hurry to start a new one. Otherwise, he figured she would just be an honored guest. Still, it would be interesting to see what she had grown up into.
A servant opened the doors and Alkresh headed across the marble floors he had once scrubbed as a child and loudly announced himself.