Overlord Thraka

Intrigues of Venedig [Reboot, Lore-Rich, Mature]

Updated my character post, inspired by @Aqutanama's character, I added some flaws.

Intrigues of Venedig [Reboot, Lore-Rich, Mature]

Name: Mergoux
Age: 87
Physical Description: Mergoux stands at six feet tall. She is lithe and lean, her body hard with muscle. Her black hair flows a little past her shoulder and portions of it are usually braided to keep out of her face. Her face would be pretty but for the scar that runs down from just under her left eye to her jaw, along with the fact that Mergoux never, ever, smiles. Her ears are long and pointed like her elven mother's, and are laden heavily with piercings. Studs and rings in gold, silver, and platinum.

Tattoos decorate her body as well, though most are covered by the armor she almost always wears over her thick, leather jerkin. Of the ones ever visible are the dwarven runes on her chin, reading 'Butcher' and the intricate ones on either arm. Starting with manacles tattooed at the wrist, chains wrap halfway up her arm, only to break at the elbow, shattering and morphing into vines that reach up and spill across her upper chest. On either shoulder, the vines wrap around two symbols. One is a circle of eight coins, the other a flower with eight petals. Finally, on the back of her neck, nearly always covered by her hair, there is a slaver's branding mark.



Important items: Mergoux's most treasured possessions are but three.
1. She wields a large, two-handed sword she named 'Talon'. Expertly crafted and enchanted to make it lighter, she strikes with uncanny speed and skill, born of carrying the blade for over half a decade.
2. Her crossbow of dwarven design. Though a bit larger and ungainly, the weapon is surprisingly quick to load and above all, powerful and accurate at long range. What's more, Mergoux is a crack shot.
3. The Safeguard, a spiked helmet of magical origin. Wearing it conceals most of Mergoux's face and head, allowing her to pass for human with ease. What's more, the steel is enchanted with a spell that negates any kinetic energy that impacts it. An arrow would fall lifeless to the ground, a powerful mace blow would merely result in a slight clunk of metal on metal.

Short Bio: Born as Thalia Coldstone to Jared and Elaina Coldstone, an unusual pairing of an Elf and a Human, Thalia did not much enjoy her childhood. Raised in a rather narrow-minded village, she was bullied often and cruelly by the other children for her half-breed nature. Finally it all culminated in several older boys beating on the then 8-year old Half-Elf. It is said perhaps this is where the got her facial scar. Soon after, the Coldstones left down and headed off to live with Elaina's family. They never arrived, for their caravan was attacked by marauding bandits. Thalia was forced to watch her parents die in front of her, and was then taken as a slave by those who had attacked and killed the only family she knew.

The next twelve years were hard for the girl, working under a cruel master, a self-proclaimed Bandit King, hiding deep within the mountains. During that time she worked hard as a labor slave in the cold mountain air, building up her body's strength and resilience until the King himself decided he'd sooner have the unusual young woman as his own 'personal attendant'. She fought back, and it is rumored this is where she received her scar. Two years later, she escaped, mutilating the Bandit King in the process, leaving him cursed to hobble along on one leg for the rest of his life, the other ruined by a blow to the knee by a mace.

She came close to death on the mountainside but was rescued by a group of mercenaries. They nursed her back to health and took her to the local Lord, where with her help they located the Bandit King's stronghold and destroyed it.

After that, Thalia joined the local army. Proving to be a natural with a blade, over the next five years she advanced in rank to that of Sergeant, until one day she and her unit came upon a small encampment of Bandits, many of whom had served under the Bandit king. Against previous orders to scout and observe and wait for backup, Thalia lead her unit into battle against the bandits. She lost half of her twelve men, and when reinforcements arrived to witness the acts of violence and cruelty she was showing the captured bandits, her time in the army was over.

After leaving the army, no-one heard from her for nearly a decade until one day, she turned up again. She claimed a dead or alive bounty on a bandit, and when asked to give her name for the reward, she replied Mergoux. Thalia Coldstone was gone, now there was Mergoux. The next fifty years were marked with blood. Quickly acquiring the moniker of 'The Butcher' for her sadistic, violent tendencies, Mergoux carved her way across the outer lands. She killed not for money, not for fame or glory, not even because she enjoyed doing it, though she did. She killed to prevent what had happened to her from happening to anyone else. She killed to stop cruelty, to protect the weak. She didn't even stop at simple bandits and maruaders. More than a few tyrannical officials of villages and towns wound up losing their head to her blade, the number of legal slavers killed by her numbers in the dozens.

Now, she comes to the city, hearing of a massive slave auction and hoping to put some kind of a stop to it. With her talent for violence, she is confident that she'll be able to at least put a dent in the slavers numbers.

Starting Faction: Independent. Mergoux is an outsider, with no loyalties to any faction inside Vendig upon her arrival. That may change as she learns about them however...

Spell List: None. Mergoux is not a magic user.

Exceptional Skill List:
Ex. Bladecraft (Swords and swordlike weapons) x2
Ex. Toughness/Endurance
Ex. Athletics
Ex. Crossbow skill
Ex. Stealth

Flaws
Quick to anger
Cruel
Largely void of positivity, emotional or otherwise.
Hateful
Distrustful
Quick to violence

The Goddess in the locket interest check

I'd like to hear about this as an M/F idea if you're still looking for that?

@Guardj

PM me please.

Still looking.

The Goddess in the locket interest check

Bumping this

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@ALonelyParrot That's fine, though she caved the biggest man's head in with her boot, not her head

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The morning was drawing to a close, but the day was still stretched ahead of her. Mergoux left the square, darting nimbly between people in the crowds, swiftly vanishing from sight as she plotted her afternoon. A meal, then perhaps some hunting before she left the next day. She hadn't been in the city long, but she'd found a few dives where she likely wouldn't be recognized, or at the very least not bothered.

Her path took her down a narrow alley, dimly lit and grubby. The tall buildings drenched the cobbles in shadow, even as the sun shone overhead, almost at it's zenith. Mergoux liked this alley, as much as she allowed herself to like anything in this city. The alley attracted all the wrong kinds of attention for most folk, but for the Butcher, it was exactly what she wanted.

As she approached the halfway mark, a dirty-looking figure stepped from a doorway and blocked her path. Moments later, another stepped out behind her, effectively trapping her in. The man in front of her was weedy-looking. Obviously an abuser of some kind of substance, his breath reeking of alcohol and rotting teeth. "Alright, y'know th' drill. 'And over all yer coin, else I'll stick ya wif' ol' betsy." he grunted. 'Old Betsy' appeared to be a rather well-made looking short sword. It was rusty and chipped yes, but the underlying gleam of the metal and the ornateness of the hilt made Mergoux think it was not something the man had come in to by any legal dealing.

She felt the man behind her step closer, then felt the tip of a dagger pressed between her shoulder-blades. "Do 'as 'e said." said a gravelly voice. Judging by where it came from, the man was taller than her, likely more muscular too, but that also would likely make him slower. Mergoux felt that rush that only oncoming violence could give as she opened her mouth to speak. "No."

She jolted forwards, then pivoted suddenly, taking both men by surprise. At first the thinner man had raised his own weapon to defend himself, while the bigger one made a clumsy grab. However as she ducked under his stubby fingers, her boots ground against the cobble. Her arm raised itself, elbow moving to the appropriate height as with a dull thunk she caught the bigger man in the jaw, right where she'd heard his voice emit. The dagger fell from his hand as he staggered back, but it did not reach the ground.

Mergoux ducked, predicting the would-be-mugger's actions perfectly. She tucked and rolled as he brought down the shortsword in an overhead swing that missed entirely. Coming up with the bigger man's dagger in her left hand, now facing the skinny one, she darted forwards as the mugger attempted to recover from his overswing. Too late however as his accomplice's weapon buried itself in his side. He fell with a cry of pain as blood leaked onto his shirt, staining brown cloth red.

The big man was still splayed across the alley, groggily rubbing his possibly broken jaw. The woman had hit him harder than he could remember, stars dancing in his vision as pain throbbed in his skull. That was only the beginning though, as while his friend lay bleeding out, the Butcher loomed over him. He saw her raise her boot, blocking out what he could see of the sky as it came down on his face.

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Mergoux walked from the alley, leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind her for a few paces, before the dirt of life in the city coated her soles once more, and she walked off to enjoy good meal at a small tavern that made especially good roasted raccoon.

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So just popping into say I am still here, I am still going to keep participating, just been working on a solo-writing project more recently and this RP slowed down a fair bit, but I'll try to get a post up either tomorrow or Wednesday

Congrats on the kiddo @Haeo

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Mergoux wasn't entirely sure why she'd chosen the name Ezra, only that she couldn't afford to give either her old name, or her current one. Thalia Coldstone no doubt was on record somewhere in the North for previous military service, but that had been half a century ago. She'd put that behind her. Right now all she was doing was signing up to kill some Orcs. She wasn't going to be a part of the army again, not properly. This was just out of convenience as opposed to a desire to be a part of something again.

As she was about to depart, a stranger ran up to them, gasping for breath after having seemingly run quite a way. Mergoux regarded him carefully. He had the look of someone used to working hard for their pay, but what kind of work she couldn't immediately tell. Regardless Hark hired him on the spot. Another body for the battlefield. The man had been rather flamboyant about his introduction and continued on to argue Hark's deal, promised to all those who'd signed on.

Mergoux narrowed her eyes under the helm. The man was charming, but it was obvious to her, and hopefully to her commander, that the deal now offered was a bit to sweet. It struck her as the deal a man makes when all he seeks is profit. Fight a battle, stick to the rear and survive, then filch all the best loot while everyone who actually fought is getting patched up. She decided then that she would keep an eye on the man, trusting him less even than she trusted the rest of the louts in her company.

@Elevation @ALonelyParrot

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Command, something she hadn't held in over half a century. The Grandmaster had assigned her command of the rest of the recruits without barely more than a cursory glance over her. She wasn't sure if this was a sign he was a fool, or much smarter than the average man. On the one hand giving command so readily was a risky tactic, but then maybe he was wise enough to see that she was probably the best choice to lead the rest of the recruits. The others were simple farmers, laborers or the like. People who'd never fought a day in there lives. Sure there were one or two rough and tumble lads there, a boy craving adventure, a older man who had the slouch of a worn-down guard, but she could tell that many of these men would not return. Not without more training than she could hope to offer.

Taking her role seriously however, she looked over the group and picked the two leaders she thought best. One was the older guardsman, the other a slight man who claimed to have experience living in the wilds. She wasn't entirely happy with her choices, but given what she had they would have to manage.

Later, as pay was being handed out, Mergoux collected hers, but instead of slipping it into her already fairly hefty coin-purse, she took it and handed five coins each to her chosen team leaders with a command. "Do your shopping, buy everyone a round and donate what's left of this to the local orphanage." she said. "And if I find out you didn't follow orders, you'd better hope you can choke down the rations without any teeth." Her voice was a low snarl, and though both men had nursed ideas about betraying her woman's trust, those now vanished entirely.

Turning around, she saw Hark approach her. She folded her arms in a standoffish manner and waited for him to speak. He wanted her name, but she was not going to give it. Better to remain partly anonymous. "Ezra. Ezra Creed" she replied shortly. "Will that be all sir?" she asked, wanting to find a tavern and a good pint before retiring for the night.

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@Overlord Thraka oh gotchea sorry bout that and is that what you character looks like or is it the other picture?

@Elevation

It's all good.

Both are commissions I've had done, just by different artists for different reasons. The armored one is what she looks like to y'all currently, the other one I posted before was specifically done to show what she looked like under the helmet.