Avarice
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Avarice, of Crying Heavens, Neverwinter
Pedro Fuentes!
Class Level
Alignment
True Neutral
Something to understand about Avarice
The being known as Avarice has multiple personalities (which your character wouldn't know unless he/she concluded that from interacting with him) Just so you know, the typical thing to see Avarice doing is talking to himself, saying things out loud that have nothing to do with what's going on, and may seem to your character as if he is suddenly a different person with a different attitude and tone of voice from one instant to the other.
Records
- Person who plays Avarice began Amtgard 5-9-09.
- Player Character Avarice Introduced 5-17-09.
- Recorded Game Days: 2
- Recorded Fighter's Practice Days: 2
Biography
Although he is mainly a person who will sneak up on you and stab you from an exposed area, Avarice is good at tactics and getting things done. He likes to be far away and use a bow, but when he gets the chance, he will turn to melee. He tends to not run away if there is a good chance he will survive a fight. Although he is a Barbarian, he isn’t normally ruthless in the actions he takes. He seems to have alternate personalitys… or is he the alternate personality. It is not uncommon to find him talking to himself and changing his voice and attitude suddenly as if he had become a different person.
The transition from his coward-like strategies to a man worthy of battle is one that is still an ongoing process for the character development of Avarice.
Avarice has learned that the strategy that has proven to have the best results so far is to be somewhat of a “Joker”
Although he considers himself to be neither on the side of good nor bad, he usually sides with the ones who consider themselves good, mainly because he finds them to be less disgusting.
The beings currently identified in the singular entity known as Avarice
- Avarice: Light hearted, "Joker", admirer of Pedro Fuentes. This is the individual who admired Pedro Fuentes from a young age and followed him up to his nineteenth year.
- Alter Ego (No name): A serious and straight forward, although extremely cautious individual. This is the person who keeps the others within him from being killed most of the time. This man is in psychology terms the "Ego" that ultimately listens to the "Superego"
- Father: An alternate personality in Avarice, but unknown to him. He is a weapon smith that takes pride in all of his creations and regards them as works of art. He will only make a weapon for someone if he has judged them to be worthy, and will only give them a specific weapon that will be suitable for them. To do this, he must also have trust in the person.
Garb and Equipment
his current attire (Garb) includes a pancho shirt and pants both made from tiger hide his typical posessions are a white pouch in his left pocket with seeds that were dipped in different colored inks that he uses to lay out on the ground and strategize with, a pouch on his right pocket that holds his friend or foe die of chance, as well as the currency that he holds (if any), and a strange artifact-like necklace with "BELOVED" inscribed into it
ofcourse it is needless to mention the multiple weapons Avarice variates from. Sometimes he dozes off from reality for a moment and ends up with a weapon he has never seen before in his hand. Avarice lives a fairly interesting life...
The throwing weapons Avarice use are either purchased or collected through the battle field and placed in a pouch that he hand made using leather (the actual material is duct tape wrapped around a cut ziplock bag, and the closing flap is duct tape wrapped around a paper towel), which can more or less carry six throwing weapons. (this doesn't mean I actually do so out of character, it's just the explanation to where his throwing weapons in game come from)
Ongoing Chronicle
Avarice is a follower of a single man; a man among men. This man’s name is Pedro Fuentes. Throughout Avarice’s childhood beginning at age six, he has followed Pedro Fuentes as best as he could. If it was virtually possible for Avarice to follow him, he would definitely be no farther than thirty feet away from Pedro Fuentes; ever watching his acts of manliness, breathing in the influence that comes from simply watching Pedro Fuentes. However, at a certain point at age 19, his hero had not been seen for nearly a week. Avarice grew worried and greatly wanted to know where Pedro Fuentes had gone, for he knew that he was not nearly as strong as he should be if he were to match even a small fraction of Pedro Fuentes’ strength, and without his hero, he felt he could not hope to progress in his learning. On the seventh day of Pedro Fuentes’ absence, during a time slightly past noon, a portal had opened before Avarice’s eyes and out came his hero, Pedro Fuentes. Pedro Fuentes seemed quite frustrated, even more so than he usually is. He called out to Avarice and spoke of the land that had befouled his patience and endurance for such horribly non-combat worthy stupidity (in the words of Pedro Fuentes) in the natural laws of battle. He had told Avarice that it was below him (Pedro Fuentes) to train in such a land; however, it was a perfect opportunity for Avarice to finally gain some true training in combat. During this entire time, Pedro Fuentes was effortlessly holding the magical portal so that it could not close. It was as if Pedro Fuentes had said screw (altered word to prevent foul language) you to magic and dominated its own laws by using his own non-magical hands to hold open that which was pure magic. With that, Pedro Fuentes put his mighty hand on Avarice’s shoulders and ordered him to dominate the plain with his own strength; this was the first time Pedro Fuentes had ever touched him. However, it was cut short when Pedro Fuentes shortly lifted Avarice, took his meal which was a burger fit to Pedro Fuentes’ liking and then effortlessly threw him into the portal before letting go of it so that it may close. With that, Pedro Fuentes proceeded to eating the hamburger and walked off. So begins Avarice’s adventure in the land of Amtgard, Neverwinter.
(The next story below called "Beloved Father" is a story that tells a pastlife of the alternate personality "Father" in the being known as Avarice. This is not something that happened in the current time of Amtgard, but something that had happened as a prelude to the present)
This weapon has had many names given by different masters. Hundreds of years ago in a small town, a boy was recognized as a person who had the give to be able to use the art of soul smithing. To show his potential to the group of shamans who were summoned from the town’s local shaman, he smithed to his potential a long sword that was light enough to easily use, even for a child, like himself, who did not have the strength of a man. Since he had yet to know the ways of a soul smith, he did not give his first creation a name. Regardless of the entity being nameless, it cared for its creator nonetheless and protected him when the time was needed to fight. As the soul smith grew in age and experience, he crafted many weapons that were better suited for a man to wield. The nameless sword was given to a young traveler who had left behind his village to find his own path to enlightened strength and purpose. “Take this, for it will protect you and guide you in times of hopelessness and when the time comes, give it to another who needs it more than yourself.”, and so the boy took it, thanked the man, and continued his way. So brought forth the line of masters for the first blade ever crafted by the young soul smith. (The Current posessor of this weapon is known as Ceiphed)
Sometimes the quickest and most tactical way of fighting is to catch your opponent by surprise with a hidden weapon. This is something Father knew and he felt that one day there will be someone who he will meet who will need such a weapon. The thought came up from many pieces of material that called to him one day during a journey to the realm of smithy. As he moved the rocks out of his way, he began to dig. He knew he heard something call him at this exact spot; even if the call was sharp of tongue and silent as a predator stalking a prey. After three feet of digging through rocky ground with his bare hands in the hot sun, he found a sack; however, Father was not that gullible. He reached out to Orphan and readied a swift blow to any threat that may come from this sack and slowly opened the sack. Within it, he found material that portrayed the picture of a snake’s shadow. He called to it and asked it why it was buried here. Every word that came from the material was like a hiss in its mannerism. It explained how it was excavated from a mine that once had much material that was now depleted. It was the last pieces that were extractable in that mine so very far away from where they were. The only thing it could communicate with was the serpents that made that cave their den. It was a desert like habitat, and the only cool shelter was this cave; the perfect place to catch prey that need rest. By watching the generations of serpents who made the cave their home, hid themselves in the shadows and stayed still enough to not be seen by the prey that would eventually let their guard down and rest in the cave. The material had learned all of the strategies and ways of the serpents and had continued to watch them for as long as the material had stayed in the cave. In the time between the light and dark of day, a man came and killed all of the serpents in cold blood. This man was a poacher who knew of the extremely rare serpents and their valued skins and pierced them with a long spear before grabbing them and tearing their bodies alive. The way this poacher killed off the serpents made blood spill all over the cave walls and all over the material. When this happened, the material could understand the desires and wishes of the serpents and before the very eyes of the poacher, the lifeless bodies of the snakes moved on their own and combined on the rock where the material was located. Suddenly a shadow like snake grew on the wall, emanating from where the material was and drove the bandit away. The very essence of what were the snakes and their desire for vengeance all found the material as a host. There was a lot of negative energy that the previous discoverer of the material felt from it and therefore buried it as far underground as his hands could bear in the rocky dirt. The material knew not what potential it had, only that it had potential to begin with. Father then formed a pact with the material. In exchange for being a great concealed weapon that will lay swift death to his enemies, the host of the weapon will kill those who are guilty to be involved in the killing of the serpents he watched over if they are ever come across. And so Father did so, smithing the material into a dagger specialized to be hidden. However, he was worried of the potential destructive power of the material that he knew so little about. He had a hunch that the dagger could take control of its host, but was unaware of its ability to do so. Nonetheless, Father could not abandon material, especially that which had already been abandoned and had been through many hardships. When the dagger was completed, Father raised it to the sky and began to speak as if it were to announce its name. However, the blade stopped Father and told him that it would name itself. The name of the blade that formed a pact with its creator was Jaei Anki.
