Keatondar
Lord of Altera
Name:Keatondar
Nickname/Alias:Keaton, unless in times of emergency then you can refer to me as "that man." or just "man."
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: as human as humanly possible.
Height: assume average.
Weight: like above.
Hair: brown
Eyes: blue
Skin: light skinned from his mother, his father however was a nice dark tanned man.
Identifying Marks: none, that you can see.
Appearance: After landing in port silver and realizing all the pain that had been borne of him by thieving, Keaton bought clothes that were both more suited to the region and his new view on life.
Strengths: Tries his best to not be a burden on others, bred by his life crime to support only himself, because of this he will very seldom ask for assistance.
Weaknesses and fears: However because of his unwilling to request help from others he easily finds himself in 'not the most promising.' situations.
Religion and cults: Not one the be a big believer Keaton worships one and only one thing, the Moon and the darkness and destruction she can be hiding in her mantle as she wraps it around the world.
Profession:Miner and Farmer of Heaven's Reach.
Back-story:
“Run! NOW!” Arric said shoving Keaton through the open back door. “ I can take care of your mother.” His father said pulling an iron sword from the wall of the smithy he ran. “GO!” His father yelled at him. “Follow the Moon, she will guide you to prosperity.” He said to him as he engaged a group of marauding bandits that had ransacked, burnt, and murdered the rest of the town around them.
The young child, quickly ran in the night, the cold desert sand eventually abrading the skin on the bottom of his feet raw. Weeks passed, The child grew adept at survival, however not even the best can survive alone forever, and the desert is only so big. A traveling group of slavers found the child, two weeks of hardship and torment. His back was left permanently scarred from the slaver's whips as they led him to a nearby town. The Slavers easily slipped past the border guards with a large bribe, and weaved through the backstreets.
The Slave auction house was surprisingly well furnished for a black market building. Rich tapestries, foreign paintings and even a foreign group of bards were performing. Keaton found himself up on the stage, looking at the face of greed. Men and women, dressed in fine silks and fur from far away countries looking at the child. Estimating his worth and how much gold and silver they were willing to exchange for the human life.
The auction began and the room grew noisy. A woman, fair-skinned like the child paid the highest, a meager 3 gold pieces. Keaton found himself working for the woman for two years till he was at least ten summers old. Although life wasn't bad he dreamed of escaping. Everyday he would take a few strands from the fine carpet in his room and weave it into the rope he was keeping hidden under his bed.
He made friends with some of the other workers that worked on or around her property. He managed to also smuggle a bow and a few arrows from the chest that the woman's husband kept for when he wanted to go on the hunt. He managed to get green scraps of cloth from some of the seamstresses that worked for the lady and he managed to patch together a decent disguise that would hide his face and disguise his body shape with several layers.
The time came for him to make his escape. The woman told him she was leaving for a lavish party and she expected to find him working hard out in the field when she got back that evening. She told him guards would be posted at the front door in the event he was thinking of escaping. He quickly pulled on his green garb. He grabbed up the bow and arrows, quickly tied the rope to the end of the arrow and fired it. He watched with satisfaction as it stuck in the ground below. He tied the other end of the rope to the leg of his bed.
He quickly shimmied down the rope, praying to the moon that the arrow would hold and prevent him from crashing into the side of the house. His heart pounding as he finally touched the grass below. He slung the bow and quiver over his shoulder. He ran, far and fast to the edge of her land, and into the forest.
Keaton ran as fast as possible under the foliage, using the arrows to hunt small game and eventually found his way to a large City, larger than anything that he had ever seen. He spent another eight years in that slum. Finding his way into a group of thieves that called themselves a guild. He quickly learned that he was more gifted at what thievery required than his colleagues.
It was a dark night when it happened Keaton was pretending to be asleep under the awning of a nearby bakery. The man passes by dressed in fine cloth and a walking cane in his hand. Keaton found his eyes attracted to the man's pocket that had the glint of gold just peeking above the stitching. Keaton quickly sprung, bumping into the man, and shoving his hand deep into the pocket grabbing as much as possible before bolting.
Keaton found himself out of breath and back in the company of his 'guild.' He laughed at how easy it was before he felt around his face and realized that he had forgotten to pull up his face mask, such a novice mistake that left him open to all sorts of repercussions if the man had gotten a good look at his face, and unfortunately he had.
His wanted posters were posted all over the city. The only thing on them read.
and an artists drawing of his face, a very accurate drawing as reported by his guild-mates. Keaton had spent several days in seclusion, realizing that with a reward of five thousand Gold even his 'friends' might be tempted to turn him in. The more he though about the fact that they put such a high price on his head made him think, because he had only managed to snag about twelve gold from the man's pocket. That's when he realized he was dressed in his kit, meaning that they were able to track him down to everything he had ever stolen over the eight years he had spent in the city and that the five thousand gold probably didn't even scratch the amount he had stolen in just food alone.
Keaton waited until night, he left his 'home' with great trepidation. He pulled the face mask up hoping that the thin cloth could do what it had failed to do that few nights earlier. However that also wasn't the case, he was quickly ousted by an elderly man out for a late night stroll. Before he could run a Guard’s Cudgel found its way to the back of his head. He was in a haze as things happened quickly he was bound and gagged, put in a chest and put on a ship.
The boat rocked slowly back and forth, Keaton quickly lost track of time. He wasn't sure if it was days, weeks or even years. Only when someone came down and shoved stale bread in his mouth did he know if it was day or night and that was only if he managed to see past their shoulders. He fell asleep slowly for the last night on the ship, dreaming about home, and if he would ever see his parents again.
When He awoke he was atop a wall, it was raining and his pockets and everything was gone. The only thing that graced his person was the rogue kit that had been with him through the majority of the ordeal.
He quickly jumped down from the wall, hoping that the fall would kill him. However his body was stronger than his will and he survived. He built himself a new life, eventually he got his hands on clothes more suitable for the region and decided that thievery had gotten him nothing but pain in the past and hung up his rogue kit for good, keeping it locked in a chest at the very top floor of his new house, that he had built with his own two hands and sweat in the city of Heaven's Reach.
Nickname/Alias:Keaton, unless in times of emergency then you can refer to me as "that man." or just "man."
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: as human as humanly possible.
Height: assume average.
Weight: like above.
Hair: brown
Eyes: blue
Skin: light skinned from his mother, his father however was a nice dark tanned man.
Identifying Marks: none, that you can see.
Appearance: After landing in port silver and realizing all the pain that had been borne of him by thieving, Keaton bought clothes that were both more suited to the region and his new view on life.
Strengths: Tries his best to not be a burden on others, bred by his life crime to support only himself, because of this he will very seldom ask for assistance.
Weaknesses and fears: However because of his unwilling to request help from others he easily finds himself in 'not the most promising.' situations.
Religion and cults: Not one the be a big believer Keaton worships one and only one thing, the Moon and the darkness and destruction she can be hiding in her mantle as she wraps it around the world.
Profession:Miner and Farmer of Heaven's Reach.
Back-story:
“Run! NOW!” Arric said shoving Keaton through the open back door. “ I can take care of your mother.” His father said pulling an iron sword from the wall of the smithy he ran. “GO!” His father yelled at him. “Follow the Moon, she will guide you to prosperity.” He said to him as he engaged a group of marauding bandits that had ransacked, burnt, and murdered the rest of the town around them.
The young child, quickly ran in the night, the cold desert sand eventually abrading the skin on the bottom of his feet raw. Weeks passed, The child grew adept at survival, however not even the best can survive alone forever, and the desert is only so big. A traveling group of slavers found the child, two weeks of hardship and torment. His back was left permanently scarred from the slaver's whips as they led him to a nearby town. The Slavers easily slipped past the border guards with a large bribe, and weaved through the backstreets.
The Slave auction house was surprisingly well furnished for a black market building. Rich tapestries, foreign paintings and even a foreign group of bards were performing. Keaton found himself up on the stage, looking at the face of greed. Men and women, dressed in fine silks and fur from far away countries looking at the child. Estimating his worth and how much gold and silver they were willing to exchange for the human life.
The auction began and the room grew noisy. A woman, fair-skinned like the child paid the highest, a meager 3 gold pieces. Keaton found himself working for the woman for two years till he was at least ten summers old. Although life wasn't bad he dreamed of escaping. Everyday he would take a few strands from the fine carpet in his room and weave it into the rope he was keeping hidden under his bed.
He made friends with some of the other workers that worked on or around her property. He managed to also smuggle a bow and a few arrows from the chest that the woman's husband kept for when he wanted to go on the hunt. He managed to get green scraps of cloth from some of the seamstresses that worked for the lady and he managed to patch together a decent disguise that would hide his face and disguise his body shape with several layers.
The time came for him to make his escape. The woman told him she was leaving for a lavish party and she expected to find him working hard out in the field when she got back that evening. She told him guards would be posted at the front door in the event he was thinking of escaping. He quickly pulled on his green garb. He grabbed up the bow and arrows, quickly tied the rope to the end of the arrow and fired it. He watched with satisfaction as it stuck in the ground below. He tied the other end of the rope to the leg of his bed.
He quickly shimmied down the rope, praying to the moon that the arrow would hold and prevent him from crashing into the side of the house. His heart pounding as he finally touched the grass below. He slung the bow and quiver over his shoulder. He ran, far and fast to the edge of her land, and into the forest.
Keaton ran as fast as possible under the foliage, using the arrows to hunt small game and eventually found his way to a large City, larger than anything that he had ever seen. He spent another eight years in that slum. Finding his way into a group of thieves that called themselves a guild. He quickly learned that he was more gifted at what thievery required than his colleagues.
It was a dark night when it happened Keaton was pretending to be asleep under the awning of a nearby bakery. The man passes by dressed in fine cloth and a walking cane in his hand. Keaton found his eyes attracted to the man's pocket that had the glint of gold just peeking above the stitching. Keaton quickly sprung, bumping into the man, and shoving his hand deep into the pocket grabbing as much as possible before bolting.
Keaton found himself out of breath and back in the company of his 'guild.' He laughed at how easy it was before he felt around his face and realized that he had forgotten to pull up his face mask, such a novice mistake that left him open to all sorts of repercussions if the man had gotten a good look at his face, and unfortunately he had.
His wanted posters were posted all over the city. The only thing on them read.
MAN
WANTED
REWARD: 5000 GOLD.
and an artists drawing of his face, a very accurate drawing as reported by his guild-mates. Keaton had spent several days in seclusion, realizing that with a reward of five thousand Gold even his 'friends' might be tempted to turn him in. The more he though about the fact that they put such a high price on his head made him think, because he had only managed to snag about twelve gold from the man's pocket. That's when he realized he was dressed in his kit, meaning that they were able to track him down to everything he had ever stolen over the eight years he had spent in the city and that the five thousand gold probably didn't even scratch the amount he had stolen in just food alone.
Keaton waited until night, he left his 'home' with great trepidation. He pulled the face mask up hoping that the thin cloth could do what it had failed to do that few nights earlier. However that also wasn't the case, he was quickly ousted by an elderly man out for a late night stroll. Before he could run a Guard’s Cudgel found its way to the back of his head. He was in a haze as things happened quickly he was bound and gagged, put in a chest and put on a ship.
The boat rocked slowly back and forth, Keaton quickly lost track of time. He wasn't sure if it was days, weeks or even years. Only when someone came down and shoved stale bread in his mouth did he know if it was day or night and that was only if he managed to see past their shoulders. He fell asleep slowly for the last night on the ship, dreaming about home, and if he would ever see his parents again.
When He awoke he was atop a wall, it was raining and his pockets and everything was gone. The only thing that graced his person was the rogue kit that had been with him through the majority of the ordeal.
He quickly jumped down from the wall, hoping that the fall would kill him. However his body was stronger than his will and he survived. He built himself a new life, eventually he got his hands on clothes more suitable for the region and decided that thievery had gotten him nothing but pain in the past and hung up his rogue kit for good, keeping it locked in a chest at the very top floor of his new house, that he had built with his own two hands and sweat in the city of Heaven's Reach.
