Post by Boros on Mar 23, 2018 11:37:59 GMT
Name: Petyr "Pyro Pete"
Age: 33
Time with Gang (in months): 12 months
Skills:
Fighting
One Handed Weapons
-Maces 55
-Small Blades 65
Special
-Unarmed combat 50
Armor
-Leather (20 Points)
-Off-Hand Weapon (20 Points)
Political:
Social
--Intimidation 55
--Taunt/Incite 55
Intrigue
-Stealth 70
Physical abilities
-Sleight of Hand 50
Knowledge:
-Tailoring 10
Character History: (wip)
A Life in Four Arsons
Act I - Teaching the Terrible Tailor; or The Warming of the Wicked Wandered
Petyr was a kid like many in Lord Harroway's Town: a fatherless son of a whore, whose mother hated the guts of the little monster that came out of her belly and ripped apart her tight little body. He was quite normal by then, except for the part that he always eavesdropped while his mom was receiving her clients. Pete had a dream, he wants to be a Tailor, and make the world's most beautiful dresses for his mother. She would, in turn, tell him: "Oh Pete... You little piece of shit, you are scum, you will never achieve anything." And he would answer with a big smile on his face: "Oh mommy I will, yes I will. And I'll get you the finest dresses from King's Landing." And then she'd laugh and beat the shit out of him with a wooden stick.
When Pete was ten, came to town a very wealthy man -by city standards, of course. Which meant he had a non-food-deprived horse and clothes that weren't made from the same material as a bag of turnips- who claimed he was a famous tailor from King's Landing and that he needed a little boy to become his pupil. Pete's mom she didn't care about her son at all, so she sold him to the foreigner called Thymeon for a couple pieces of silver. Pete was filled with glee as he followed the Tailor's horse out of town. A fortnight or so later, having arrived at the man's shop in King's Landing, Pete found out that the man wasn't as nice as he seemed.
Five years of abuse were enough to fuck him up past the point of no return. During his "apprenticeship" Pete started picking up some bad habits, like drinking and whoring, and gambling, and causing some ruckus. Well, of course, that was the usual behavior of a man in King's Landing at that time, but you see, he was a little above average in those habits, to the point where he made friends with the worth scum in the capital: The City Watch. Well, not friends, but he'd meet them now and then to get his shit beat and then be thrown into a ditch.
One day, after a very long day of boozing, Pete got home after losing most his money in a dogfight, needless to say, he was really fucking pissed. When he saw Thymeon grinning like a cat, all those years of abuse that were bottled within him exploded in a fit of rage. The Tailor hit the ground face first, his bitch smile all battered and broken. Having grabbed fireplace poker, he started tearing down the fucking workshop. Until he accidentally sent a lit candle flying towards the cloth stash... And you all know what happened then. For a while Pete stood outside, watching the house being licked by the roaring flames. The warmth of it embraced him like a lover, he felt comfortable, happy, for the first time in years, a smile came to his face.
Then, he got his shit out of King's Landing, before his friends came after him.
Act II - The Bonny Bastard and the Blazing Bonfire, or the Fall of Foolish Fandrall
By that time, Pete hadn't really gone completely insane, it was just his first burning and he still didn't know that setting shit on fire would be his life's career. He had only two certainties at that point: that he'd felt something as the Tailor's house burned (and he wanted to feel it again) and that he had to get to a place where no one would know what he had done to his abusive master. So, Pete did the only thing a borderline insane with sadistic tendencies man in his late teens would do: he went back home and joined the town guard.
As he strolled back into Lord Harroway's Town, years later, it was if nothing had changed: it still smelled like shit and was a terrible place. Oh, except, his mom was dead and her old contact in the Corps had been demoted and was now working with private security. For some miracle, the new Captain of the Guards wasn't as much of a Bastard as the previous one and gave the kid who had nothing an opportunity to start a new life. Unfortunately for him, though, the new Captain did not condone his behavior and after a couple years of harassing merchants, beating the living shit out of poor people and whoring during work hours, Pete was fired from the Guards, but not before taking a good ole beating.
There was a tavern which he used to frequent, the Fat Fool, which had the despicable presence of a -gasp- Fat Fool called Fandrall, but at least the booze was cheap. Pete and the Fool had already had some, let's say, intellectual conflicts in the past, which often ended with the Fat Fool getting his ass fed to him by Pete. This special day, the day of his firing, all beaten and blued, Pete would take no more of the fucking fool's blabbering. That was all it took for him to snap for good. As the Fool told his jokes, Pete got up from his seat, grabbed the fireplace poker and... You know what happened how that went. Again, Pete had to get the fuck out of there. For the next few years Pete just roamed around Lord Roote's land doing usual bandit stuff, but with a bit of arson on top.
Act III - Merry Hey, Merry Ho, Merry no Mo
Then the war came and everything changed. He had, let's say, SOME bounties on his back and wasn&'t very well liked by Lord Roote. At the same time, if he joined the Army he could get paid to do what he liked most (in case you still didn't get it, yes his favorite thing was setting stuff on fire). It was then that he had a genius idea: Why not just join the side of the War that didn't have a bounty on his head? And that was exactly what he did. Luckily, what is usually frowned upon during peace times, in a war is actually encouraged. Like pillaging shit and setting houses alight. At least if you did it to the opposite side. And that was where Pete got the message wrong... Turns out that Merrytown wasn't an enemy town, and that it's name changed to Ashbarrow a couple days after Pete paid them a visit. Oops.
Again... Pete was on the run. But this time both sides wanted to see his ass busted. But, luckily, his savior appeared.
Act IV - Ser Courtneys Carbonized Castle
Longinch was a good leader, a leader Pete could follow. One that allowed him to occasionally vent off whatever the way he wanted. And Pete was a simple man, that was enough for him to be happy. That was back in the day, before the gang had grown to its current size, and was no more than a bunch of dirty Marauders following a disgraced knight. Yet from the moment that Longinch took him under his wings, Pete decided he was ready to kill for the man (not die, that would have been too far). And together with the Band, Pete was responsible for several heists and arsons. He was living the dream.
One day, sometime before the cowardly murder of his Boss, Pete decided he wanted to give Longinch a gift. He thought: Well, let's burn the tower of this asshole knight, a rival of the Longinch from the time he was a jouster. Oh and let's bring my rapist friend to rape the man's wife. This should be fun!" It was very fun indeed, but Ser Courtney got really mad and now wants to personally oversee Pete's head adorning a latrine.
Now that Longinch is dead, Pete needs a new man to call boss.
Physical Description: Lanky fella with a bunch of scars and eyes of a maniac.
Crimes Arsons of Note:
- Workshop of Thymeon the Tailor - King's Landing
- Inn of the Fat Fool (aggravated by the death of the renowned Fandral the Fat Fool) - Lord Harroway's Town
-Several other minor robbery+arson cases across the Riverlands -Lordship of Lord Harroway's Town
- Jollytown (aggravated by the death of 10+ peasants, including children) - Lordship of Raventree
- The Tower of Ser Courtney - Lordship of Pinkmaiden
Tool of the Trade:
Petyr wield a flaming flail as his mace. On a heavy hit, it lights the opponent on fire, dealing 5 damage each round or until the opponent uses a round to put it out. +10 to sleight of hand and stealth rolls when made for the purpose of starting a fire or setting a fire-based trap.
Bounty: [/div][/div]
High Lordship of the Bay of Claws 200 Silver Stags (Alive)
High Lordship of Blackwood: 100 Silver Stags (Alive)
High Lordship of Acorn's Ridge: 50 Gold Dragons (Dead or Alive)
Age: 33
Time with Gang (in months): 12 months
Skills:
Fighting
One Handed Weapons
-Maces 55
-Small Blades 65
Special
-Unarmed combat 50
Armor
-Leather (20 Points)
-Off-Hand Weapon (20 Points)
Political:
Social
--Intimidation 55
--Taunt/Incite 55
Intrigue
-Stealth 70
Physical abilities
-Sleight of Hand 50
Knowledge:
-Tailoring 10
Character History: (wip)
A Life in Four Arsons
Act I - Teaching the Terrible Tailor; or The Warming of the Wicked Wandered
Petyr was a kid like many in Lord Harroway's Town: a fatherless son of a whore, whose mother hated the guts of the little monster that came out of her belly and ripped apart her tight little body. He was quite normal by then, except for the part that he always eavesdropped while his mom was receiving her clients. Pete had a dream, he wants to be a Tailor, and make the world's most beautiful dresses for his mother. She would, in turn, tell him: "Oh Pete... You little piece of shit, you are scum, you will never achieve anything." And he would answer with a big smile on his face: "Oh mommy I will, yes I will. And I'll get you the finest dresses from King's Landing." And then she'd laugh and beat the shit out of him with a wooden stick.
When Pete was ten, came to town a very wealthy man -by city standards, of course. Which meant he had a non-food-deprived horse and clothes that weren't made from the same material as a bag of turnips- who claimed he was a famous tailor from King's Landing and that he needed a little boy to become his pupil. Pete's mom she didn't care about her son at all, so she sold him to the foreigner called Thymeon for a couple pieces of silver. Pete was filled with glee as he followed the Tailor's horse out of town. A fortnight or so later, having arrived at the man's shop in King's Landing, Pete found out that the man wasn't as nice as he seemed.
Five years of abuse were enough to fuck him up past the point of no return. During his "apprenticeship" Pete started picking up some bad habits, like drinking and whoring, and gambling, and causing some ruckus. Well, of course, that was the usual behavior of a man in King's Landing at that time, but you see, he was a little above average in those habits, to the point where he made friends with the worth scum in the capital: The City Watch. Well, not friends, but he'd meet them now and then to get his shit beat and then be thrown into a ditch.
One day, after a very long day of boozing, Pete got home after losing most his money in a dogfight, needless to say, he was really fucking pissed. When he saw Thymeon grinning like a cat, all those years of abuse that were bottled within him exploded in a fit of rage. The Tailor hit the ground face first, his bitch smile all battered and broken. Having grabbed fireplace poker, he started tearing down the fucking workshop. Until he accidentally sent a lit candle flying towards the cloth stash... And you all know what happened then. For a while Pete stood outside, watching the house being licked by the roaring flames. The warmth of it embraced him like a lover, he felt comfortable, happy, for the first time in years, a smile came to his face.
Then, he got his shit out of King's Landing, before his friends came after him.
Act II - The Bonny Bastard and the Blazing Bonfire, or the Fall of Foolish Fandrall
By that time, Pete hadn't really gone completely insane, it was just his first burning and he still didn't know that setting shit on fire would be his life's career. He had only two certainties at that point: that he'd felt something as the Tailor's house burned (and he wanted to feel it again) and that he had to get to a place where no one would know what he had done to his abusive master. So, Pete did the only thing a borderline insane with sadistic tendencies man in his late teens would do: he went back home and joined the town guard.
As he strolled back into Lord Harroway's Town, years later, it was if nothing had changed: it still smelled like shit and was a terrible place. Oh, except, his mom was dead and her old contact in the Corps had been demoted and was now working with private security. For some miracle, the new Captain of the Guards wasn't as much of a Bastard as the previous one and gave the kid who had nothing an opportunity to start a new life. Unfortunately for him, though, the new Captain did not condone his behavior and after a couple years of harassing merchants, beating the living shit out of poor people and whoring during work hours, Pete was fired from the Guards, but not before taking a good ole beating.
There was a tavern which he used to frequent, the Fat Fool, which had the despicable presence of a -gasp- Fat Fool called Fandrall, but at least the booze was cheap. Pete and the Fool had already had some, let's say, intellectual conflicts in the past, which often ended with the Fat Fool getting his ass fed to him by Pete. This special day, the day of his firing, all beaten and blued, Pete would take no more of the fucking fool's blabbering. That was all it took for him to snap for good. As the Fool told his jokes, Pete got up from his seat, grabbed the fireplace poker and... You know what happened how that went. Again, Pete had to get the fuck out of there. For the next few years Pete just roamed around Lord Roote's land doing usual bandit stuff, but with a bit of arson on top.
Act III - Merry Hey, Merry Ho, Merry no Mo
Then the war came and everything changed. He had, let's say, SOME bounties on his back and wasn&'t very well liked by Lord Roote. At the same time, if he joined the Army he could get paid to do what he liked most (in case you still didn't get it, yes his favorite thing was setting stuff on fire). It was then that he had a genius idea: Why not just join the side of the War that didn't have a bounty on his head? And that was exactly what he did. Luckily, what is usually frowned upon during peace times, in a war is actually encouraged. Like pillaging shit and setting houses alight. At least if you did it to the opposite side. And that was where Pete got the message wrong... Turns out that Merrytown wasn't an enemy town, and that it's name changed to Ashbarrow a couple days after Pete paid them a visit. Oops.
Again... Pete was on the run. But this time both sides wanted to see his ass busted. But, luckily, his savior appeared.
Act IV - Ser Courtneys Carbonized Castle
Longinch was a good leader, a leader Pete could follow. One that allowed him to occasionally vent off whatever the way he wanted. And Pete was a simple man, that was enough for him to be happy. That was back in the day, before the gang had grown to its current size, and was no more than a bunch of dirty Marauders following a disgraced knight. Yet from the moment that Longinch took him under his wings, Pete decided he was ready to kill for the man (not die, that would have been too far). And together with the Band, Pete was responsible for several heists and arsons. He was living the dream.
One day, sometime before the cowardly murder of his Boss, Pete decided he wanted to give Longinch a gift. He thought: Well, let's burn the tower of this asshole knight, a rival of the Longinch from the time he was a jouster. Oh and let's bring my rapist friend to rape the man's wife. This should be fun!" It was very fun indeed, but Ser Courtney got really mad and now wants to personally oversee Pete's head adorning a latrine.
Now that Longinch is dead, Pete needs a new man to call boss.
Physical Description: Lanky fella with a bunch of scars and eyes of a maniac.
- Workshop of Thymeon the Tailor - King's Landing
- Inn of the Fat Fool (aggravated by the death of the renowned Fandral the Fat Fool) - Lord Harroway's Town
-Several other minor robbery+arson cases across the Riverlands -Lordship of Lord Harroway's Town
- Jollytown (aggravated by the death of 10+ peasants, including children) - Lordship of Raventree
- The Tower of Ser Courtney - Lordship of Pinkmaiden
Tool of the Trade:
Petyr wield a flaming flail as his mace. On a heavy hit, it lights the opponent on fire, dealing 5 damage each round or until the opponent uses a round to put it out. +10 to sleight of hand and stealth rolls when made for the purpose of starting a fire or setting a fire-based trap.
Bounty: [/div][/div]
High Lordship of the Bay of Claws 200 Silver Stags (Alive)
High Lordship of Blackwood: 100 Silver Stags (Alive)
High Lordship of Acorn's Ridge: 50 Gold Dragons (Dead or Alive)
