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Ashe
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My name is Ashe Nemetine. I was born 17 years ago in Stonegate. My parents were not killed in a tragic fire, nor were they murdered by a ravenous band of orcs. Matter of factly, they are alive and well. My father Daen, although somewhat of a lush, is a hardworking man of modest means. My mother Jess, is a housewife who does a bit of laundry on the side to make a few extra silver now and again. I am their only child, and they spoiled and coddled me as much as parents could. Knowing this, it is unclear to me why I can't stand either one of them. My Uncle Polwin was always my hero. A surly sailor with tattoos and always smoking a long pipe of tobacco. He brawled. He was bawdy with the ladies. He was encouragable and really shook things up when he was around. His son, my cousin, Ranzenagin was the same way. Although he was only 4 years my senior, he had been on the ships and in the bars since he could walk. He sported tattoos and a rugged beard while my parents wouldnt even let me grow a moustache. Ranzenagin always showed me a bit here and there of combat and of the arts of stealth. I took to them both quickly, and he always said if I would train enough, I would surpass him. The scorpion had blessed me with faster reflexes and a mightier sword arm than him, and he knew it. To make a long story short, I left home last year. No word. No explanation. I just left. I spent the first few months fighting off the advances of sick men and some women who would have liked to have made me some sort of servant or slave. Then I began to learn that a man who used his wits could survive quite well on the streets. Ever the diplomat, I had gained a bit of influence and a small group of other urchins to do my bidding and further my goals. I established a code of honor for myself, and have yet to break it. My word has always been my bond.As such, I recently gave my oath to the house Gelath, and plan to serve them to the best of my ability. I will always strive for influence and power, however. It is bred into my marrow, I think. The totem of the scorpion has blessed me with the ability to play any part to serve as an end to a means. |