Post by Harlan on Apr 2, 2018 6:07:49 GMT
Name: Harlan
Age: 32
Time with Gang: 12 Months
Skills:
Combat
One Handed
⁃ knives: 70 (9)
Special
⁃ Unarmed: 20
Armor
⁃ Leather: 20 + (Chainmail)
Political
Social
⁃ Seduction: 60 (2)
⁃ Persuasion: 40 (7)
Intrigue
⁃ stealth: 40
⁃ Observation: 30 (9)
Physical Abilities
⁃ Sleight of Hand: 50
- Agility: (4)
Knowledge
⁃ Medical: 30 (11)
Art
⁃ Acting: 50
Language
⁃ Common Tongue: 40 (I can read!)
Character History:
If there was one thing known about Harlan, it was that he could draw a crowd. A mummer of the highest caliber, he had traveled Westeros, winning the hearts of commoner and noble alike. With a whisper, he could smother a riot, with a shout he could stop the strongest of hearts… Or at least that’s what Harlan would tell you. The truth about him is shrouded, wrapped in a web of lies constructed on a whim, to suit Harlan for every opportunity. He was whatever he needed to be; a mummer, a farmer, a septom, a long lost cousin searching for family, even a lord’s son.
Harlan ran away from home at an early age, after suffering extensive abuse from both his father and mother. He nearly died out in the wilds of the Reach, and the kingdom would have been better for it, had it not been the traveling troupe that stumbled across his camp. Unable to let an innocent child starve, the troupe’s matriarch, Filla Mae took Harlan into her care. She raised him, though one could hardly call her his mother. She was stern, and strict, forcing him into the act at an early age. A young boy, especially one as adorable and charming as Harlan, was a great addition to the show. On stage he always played his part with pride, wether it be as a begging child or a boy king, he was always committed. And when “special,” clients had an interest in Harlan, Filla put him to use in other ways. The fear of her whip was motivation enough to do what he was told.
He traveled the world with Filla’s mummer troupe, even getting as far as Kings Landing. By the age of sixteen he had walked from Old Town to Grey Watch. It forced him to become a man quickly, a blessing since with maturity Filla's seedier customers became less interested in him. However, not being able to sell himself to perverted older men came with it's hardships and Harlan was forced to make himself useful to in other ways. He turned his talents on women, specifically older wealthy women. It came so easy to him, many of them confronted him directly, offering him silver or jewelry for his time. When they didn’t approach him, he would go to them, posing as whatever he thought would peak the most interest. He had the best luck when pretending to be a young squire, surprisingly enough. Then sometimes, on the rare occasion he couldn’t get a women into bed willingly, Harlan knew how to force his way in. In the end, consensual or not, wether he enjoyed himself or not, Harlan left them unconscious and stripped of their valuables. It was a masterful business, as his victims faced a great deal of shame should they seek justice, the majority taking the loss for what it was and keeping their mouths shut. Reputation is everything.
For eight long years he traveled about, performing in the day, robbing and raping at night. He was living the life, and found himself growing very wealthy from it. As his purse grew, so did Filla’s, who did what she could to encourage him. She taught him many things, to seduce, to perform, to survive, to be invisible, to steal in broad daylight, and perhaps most importantly, alchemy. He was her strongest asset, though the fact that he was merely her property was never far from his mind. Harlan spent many nights unable to find sleep, overcome by the memories of the times she had sold him to as a child.
Harlan’s dubious life was always a means to an end and eventually his luck ran out. He was caught in bed with Lady Mouton, by Lord Edmure Mooton himself. Harlan would never forget the look on the Lord’s face when he entered the room to find his beloved wife tied to the bedpost, flat on her stomach. Harlan would forever swear that she had ordered him to tie her up enthusiastically, yet she screamed like a banshee at the advent of her husbands discovery. Harlan, ran through Lord Mooton to get to the door, knocking the air from his lungs before he could yell for his guards. He ran like the Warrior himself was on his heals, finding refuge in the woods surrounding Maidenpool.
Instead of starving, Harlan turned to crime to fill his purse. It surprised him how easily it came to him, as if it was what he was always meant to do. For a time he existed alone, a dangerous game for a thief, though it didn't take long for him to catch they eye of Ser Lucas Inchfield. The man was a proper knight, an inspiration to Harlan, and he went willingly into the gang. For two years he raped and murdered alongside Inchfield, finding his home in a group of the lands most undesirables. Everything was perfect, until the day they hung Inchfield...
Physical Description:
Crimes of Note:
⁃ Rape
⁃ Murder
⁃ Assault
⁃ Theft
⁃ Kidnapping
⁃ Impersonating a Noble
Tool of the Trade: Harlan maintains a mummer's chest full of costumes, allowing him to attempt impersonations with a successful performance roll and granting him +10 to said attempts. He also has a stash of illegal narcotics With a successful Sleight of Hand roll against someone eating or drinking, he can impose a stamina check on the opponent. If it fails, they're put in a semi-conscious state for 8 hours and will remember nothing of what occurred during that time.
Bounty:
High Lordship of the Bay of Claws: 50 gold dragons ( Alive)
Age: 32
Time with Gang: 12 Months
Skills:
Combat
One Handed
⁃ knives: 70 (9)
Special
⁃ Unarmed: 20
Armor
⁃ Leather: 20 + (Chainmail)
Political
Social
⁃ Seduction: 60 (2)
⁃ Persuasion: 40 (7)
Intrigue
⁃ stealth: 40
⁃ Observation: 30 (9)
Physical Abilities
⁃ Sleight of Hand: 50
- Agility: (4)
Knowledge
⁃ Medical: 30 (11)
Art
⁃ Acting: 50
Language
⁃ Common Tongue: 40 (I can read!)
Character History:
If there was one thing known about Harlan, it was that he could draw a crowd. A mummer of the highest caliber, he had traveled Westeros, winning the hearts of commoner and noble alike. With a whisper, he could smother a riot, with a shout he could stop the strongest of hearts… Or at least that’s what Harlan would tell you. The truth about him is shrouded, wrapped in a web of lies constructed on a whim, to suit Harlan for every opportunity. He was whatever he needed to be; a mummer, a farmer, a septom, a long lost cousin searching for family, even a lord’s son.
Harlan ran away from home at an early age, after suffering extensive abuse from both his father and mother. He nearly died out in the wilds of the Reach, and the kingdom would have been better for it, had it not been the traveling troupe that stumbled across his camp. Unable to let an innocent child starve, the troupe’s matriarch, Filla Mae took Harlan into her care. She raised him, though one could hardly call her his mother. She was stern, and strict, forcing him into the act at an early age. A young boy, especially one as adorable and charming as Harlan, was a great addition to the show. On stage he always played his part with pride, wether it be as a begging child or a boy king, he was always committed. And when “special,” clients had an interest in Harlan, Filla put him to use in other ways. The fear of her whip was motivation enough to do what he was told.
He traveled the world with Filla’s mummer troupe, even getting as far as Kings Landing. By the age of sixteen he had walked from Old Town to Grey Watch. It forced him to become a man quickly, a blessing since with maturity Filla's seedier customers became less interested in him. However, not being able to sell himself to perverted older men came with it's hardships and Harlan was forced to make himself useful to in other ways. He turned his talents on women, specifically older wealthy women. It came so easy to him, many of them confronted him directly, offering him silver or jewelry for his time. When they didn’t approach him, he would go to them, posing as whatever he thought would peak the most interest. He had the best luck when pretending to be a young squire, surprisingly enough. Then sometimes, on the rare occasion he couldn’t get a women into bed willingly, Harlan knew how to force his way in. In the end, consensual or not, wether he enjoyed himself or not, Harlan left them unconscious and stripped of their valuables. It was a masterful business, as his victims faced a great deal of shame should they seek justice, the majority taking the loss for what it was and keeping their mouths shut. Reputation is everything.
For eight long years he traveled about, performing in the day, robbing and raping at night. He was living the life, and found himself growing very wealthy from it. As his purse grew, so did Filla’s, who did what she could to encourage him. She taught him many things, to seduce, to perform, to survive, to be invisible, to steal in broad daylight, and perhaps most importantly, alchemy. He was her strongest asset, though the fact that he was merely her property was never far from his mind. Harlan spent many nights unable to find sleep, overcome by the memories of the times she had sold him to as a child.
Harlan’s dubious life was always a means to an end and eventually his luck ran out. He was caught in bed with Lady Mouton, by Lord Edmure Mooton himself. Harlan would never forget the look on the Lord’s face when he entered the room to find his beloved wife tied to the bedpost, flat on her stomach. Harlan would forever swear that she had ordered him to tie her up enthusiastically, yet she screamed like a banshee at the advent of her husbands discovery. Harlan, ran through Lord Mooton to get to the door, knocking the air from his lungs before he could yell for his guards. He ran like the Warrior himself was on his heals, finding refuge in the woods surrounding Maidenpool.
Instead of starving, Harlan turned to crime to fill his purse. It surprised him how easily it came to him, as if it was what he was always meant to do. For a time he existed alone, a dangerous game for a thief, though it didn't take long for him to catch they eye of Ser Lucas Inchfield. The man was a proper knight, an inspiration to Harlan, and he went willingly into the gang. For two years he raped and murdered alongside Inchfield, finding his home in a group of the lands most undesirables. Everything was perfect, until the day they hung Inchfield...
Physical Description:
Crimes of Note:
⁃ Rape
⁃ Murder
⁃ Assault
⁃ Theft
⁃ Kidnapping
⁃ Impersonating a Noble
Tool of the Trade: Harlan maintains a mummer's chest full of costumes, allowing him to attempt impersonations with a successful performance roll and granting him +10 to said attempts. He also has a stash of illegal narcotics With a successful Sleight of Hand roll against someone eating or drinking, he can impose a stamina check on the opponent. If it fails, they're put in a semi-conscious state for 8 hours and will remember nothing of what occurred during that time.
Bounty:
High Lordship of the Bay of Claws: 50 gold dragons ( Alive)
