character historys

thread title pretty much speaks for itself. most people have written them (whether they wanted to or not)and usually only 2-3 people ever read them. thought I'd remedy that here.

This is prolly the longest character history I've ever written:

Patriarch Mixuhk Segat ruled over Tekhat, a moderate town of the Pangu Prefecture. He followed the Immaculate Philosophy, performed his duties with loyalty and loved his wife, daughter and subjects. Segat was a complex man however, always driven toward duties, desiring more for those around him more so than for himself. For all his kindness and benevolence as a mortal ruler, he did have a secret. One so dirty that should it be found out, there would be no donation high enough to orphan his daughter to a Dragon-Blood family. He believed that he was soiling the Blessed Isle by letting live an Anathema to the Empress. His secret shame led to constant devotions to minor Gods of Temperance, Secrets and Shadows. His secret eked out a life in the basement. His secret was his very own son, a beautiful child.

Without a name, though often carrying the titles of Mistake, Bastard, and Should-Have-Drank-Maiden-Tea, the child was an abomination to his family and unknown to the world. His diet in the basement away from eyes was hardly satiated by meager table scraps, and any rat that came to close to his ingenious traps and hungry filled luring. Though the fight against starvation was a constant, he wasn’t alone. The basement housed forgotten treasures to him. Books, hundreds retired from the library. He devoured knowledge, consuming it like a peasant to his toil. Often times, in the silence demanded of him and his station, he would lie awake for more than a day reading without pause. Some of the books were fantastic, filled with mythology and speculated First Age wonders while others where tomes of factual exploration and geographical or historical art.

Of course, his desire for knowledge, his ability to comprehend his world, was a large reason for his imprisonment. So smart that rumor spread through now silenced house-slaves that he could speak before being a month old. That when birthed, the midwife feinted because the child did not cry, even in his discomfort, but instead stared intently at all those willing to meet his gaze. Many did just that as well. For uncanny intellect was not the only cause for being ostracized. He was the perfect picture of beauty. Captivating and alluring. So shockingly lovely that even a Dragon-Blood would give pause and take notice, and not just for him being a patriarch’s ward, but out of jealousy and admiration. Perfect grace, pose, and shape.

Emotionally, he knew no more tears, no compassion. This was primarily out of ignorance, for he never saw any. But still he had no hatred. He sough to understand, to learn and see; not to hurt nor condemn. He attempted even to understand his primary staple, rats, also his only companions. However, they paid his little heed less to sleep close to him on cold nights and risk being breakfast. His desire to better the world around him, the world he heard above him, or that he saw through a tiny window above him, never ceased, no matter how horrid it seemed. Often a smile would rest on his constantly masked face as he dreamt of some day taking his knowledge to the ignorant. Where he could sail the seas to the West, wade the snow of the North, enjoy shade in the South as none other could and to see the Elemental Pole of the East.

Exquisite Three Season, Seyo Mixuhk, self titled at the age of twelve knew things were in turmoil when the arguing above him began. Fights and shouting followed. Something horrible was happening as he peered through his tiny street level window and saw the people of the town leaving. Packing their belongings on the demands on a Fang of the 8th Legion. For days people were shuffled out of there homes. Disenfranchised, they began a trek to the lowest rungs of society. Presumable, even the Patriarch was sent away. No more food scraps where sent down to the basement. Water became more scares and uncertain amounts of times passed. Looters would come and go, always avoiding the child wrapped in the rags of a leper who hid amongst the rats.

“Alert Sergeant!” One of the visitors called to another when he spotted the young man. In response a more decorated and haughty man approached. To these two men looking down on him, they did not see an abomination, they saw only a poor boy in tattered rags and a burlap sack. He was one of them, even if lower than them. They were not afraid and called him no names, disgust was not on their faces.

“Obviously a peasant - no slave markings.” With little thought behind his rehearsed words, “Peasant boy, this town is taken by House V’neef and all here are gone. You will follow now or be punished by the lashes of the 8th legion.”

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Having traveled South into the primary city on Pangu, Seyo, always clad in the wrapping of a leper, a woolen cowl over his head and further wrapping around a majority of his face found many people to just avoid him as his diseased. Though insulted he did understand. People did not want a disease and he, who had never seen himself reflected in something so fancy as a mirror assumed he looked ugly beyond ugly. But they did not shun him less he entered their dwellings. Few took pity on him and dropped yen at his feet. It did take once of chasing down a good-doer to return what he dropped ‘fore he realized they were generous, not clumsy. Pangu however, was not his true destination. With promise of working for his keep, he managed across the Inland Sea unto the Realm controlled city of Thorns. Though learning to sail was simple, doing the actual work was mind boggling to Seyo. He always read of so many things explorers had done, but they never seemed so taxing as they truly were. With hands further wrapped and brawl slightly built Seyo reached the port Realm town of Thorns. This was not so good.

Only recently a hundred troupes returned to Thorns carrying with them another hundred injured. They had tales of the Battle of Mishaka where the Confederates knew training unlike before seen. The 7th Legion of the Dragon-Blooded Shogunate were masters of warfare. Though this interested Seyo, it did not concern him. However, aiding others did, and after a thorough examination behind closed doors to prove he was not diseased, he stepped into the position of a healer. As it turns out, having a love for knowledge and seeing the bigger picture at the end helps dramatically when dealing with screaming patience that abhor you for cutting off there shattered leg. When people would die or live, Seyo would learn. Never would he intend to make a mistake, but the human body is not like a book. It does not react with a climax or plot. It is unpredictable. Sometimes people would die and though Seyo knew that in itself was not helping that person, what he learned would help another dozen.

Prized as a healer, even if only in the position as a temporary chaste promotion, the civil wars that nearly erupted in Thorns caused him to become a pawn for many of the families. Until he packed his meager belongings and left. It became clear that his duties to the people were not as important as which social group could say they could use him as a tool. Disenfranchised…this was becoming a theme, too great of one for his liking.

North by foot Seyo traveled, passing through small town after small town. Aiding those that were injured, teaching those that wished to be taught. He was, to many, a leper that shed understanding and hope instead of flesh. At opportunity, he would give praise to the small deities, but mostly would hold true to the Immaculate Philosophy, with one exception. He didn’t view social status. The poor complained the rich were lazy and the rich complained the poor didn’t work hard enough, neither attempted to understand the other. Seyo would aid all and allow their complaints to fall on deft ears.

Celeren is a place like none other he’d seen. In this city surrounding a fortress, Seyo walked in wonder to those that near never walked. They were savants, but unlike him, their focus was on the animal’s they loved. Though he near never made friends, far too distant and focused for that, Seyo found that he too loved the animals. The dogs and horses, mospid and bird, Seyo found that they judged harshly of people, but not in the same fashion. His ideals, brilliance, beauty, they meant nothing to the animals. On the rare chance he took to bathe, he could do so in front of innumerable beasts and feel no shame (they were usually there as it was their trough or drinking hole).

When leaving the wonders of Celeren, he did so on a horse. A mount fitting of a Dynast he believed. His travels took him further north, though much swifter now. On occasion, he would cast off his rags and gallop quickly nude through the plains, feeling the wind caress his skin and wrap him as he imagined a lover would. As with any other traveler, he did encounter trouble on his path. Usually left alone, this was not the case when mounted. Was only two days travel from Lookshy when ambushed by brigands set on taking all they could from Seyo. Their fight was easy, so they left him badly beaten, but not dead. The entire time Seyo hid inside of himself, to ashamed, scared and concerned to come out and fight. Even on loosing his horse, a gift from those healed in Celeren, he could do little but sulk.

Days later, Seyo arrived in Lookshy, putting the assault behind him, but not forgetting it. Instead of finding work as a healer, his norm, he found a library. He found a way into its basement, a place to hide until pain left him again, until he could visit the world above that so cruelly hurt others. Leaving only when in dire need of food, Seyo sunk back to what he was as a child. Devouring knowledge around him, trying to imagine the world above as a place of wonder and hidden beauty so he could again want to help it. Depression beset him and he sat in filth, forgetting physical comforts to take in only mental tasks.

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The path to damnation is taken when one chooses. Like love, hate takes great effort and dedication to work. Seyo did had not quite walked that path just yet, though he skirted the edges. His knowledge was already filled with the working of the human body. What cured them, what ailed them, what hurt the best, how to inflict the greatest of pain or to alleviate it. The great books in the basement had a dark section. One filled with blood for power, sacrifice for might, ghostly and demonic summoning. Curses that would cause a man to never bear a male child, or for women to never find happiness in the home. Seyo began to walk that path, than stopped. He turned from it, perhaps for the better of the world. He found in himself a weakness that could cause him to kill with impunity, but better, he found the strength to turn from that path.

Two month upriver on a barge lead him to the Nexus. Again a smile lit his masked face and he happily walked into the den of thieves and merchants, perhaps one in the same. Finding work fast as a healer, at first for no pay in the slummed streets of Nexus, but later into the mansions of the ruling Council of Entities. His payment was primarily what he asked for. Knowledge - the ability to peruse the libraries possessed by the wealthy. This was usually seen as no imposition for what he could heal and tend to, but often it was seen as a blessing. The greatest colleges of the Dragon-Blooded easily outweighed what Seyo could teach, but he became a fine tutor. Though questions of his rag laden body and masked face always came up, he just skirted the issues and was happy to teach. When not teaching or healing, he preferred to be alone.

Word spread to him that Thorns had fallen to a dark presence backed by the Shadowlands. The news would not have effected him so where it not coming from a wealthy merchant who had investitures there and was truly looking not for an ear to speak, but a slave to beat in frustration. Seyo was his target. Blow after blow reigned down upon Seyo in the wealthy mans believed right. Seyo’s flesh bruised, broken, bleeding before he could take no more abuse. Something sparked, perhaps outside of him at first as it entered him, perhaps inside him all along, something flashed.

In the tongue of the Old Realm, Seyo shouted for aid from the Elemental Dragon of Wood, child of Gaia and defender to Creation. From elbow down, his flesh warped, hardened and tore revealing what he prayed for. Claws of the Dragon, fueled by essence unknown, Seyo lashed frantically tearing back into his now screaming attacker. Blood sprayed from floor to ceiling and Seyo found tranquility, now in a place he was familiar, on the subjective side of human pain. In mere moments the merchant lord lay dead at Seyo’s feet, but he didn’t stop. Overindulgence was his desire and blood his vice. He gutted the man. Taking a pound of flesh for every sin the wealthy had committed. After minutes, perhaps hours, the wealthy now taxed, nothing was left. His sins too great in this literal punishment to allow him to exist.

“Child of the Unconquered Sun, you are the Lawgiver and Master of Creation and you are not done exacting iniquity from Our work. You are a Child of Twilight and an Arrow of Heaven. Remember your pasts, tend to Creation, Exquisite Three Season.” The words of the Unconquered Sun himself.


Nexus was large enough for him to remain hidden without leaving. Though his mind often wandered and his legs wished to follow, he felt more was here. Something for him to cling to, or delve into, or, just, something.

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Xoixa, in the known-only-to-few guise of an elderly man, sagging with weakness, but with the cold eyes of a calculating and shrewd businessman, he pawned his herbal remedies and alchemical vermin poisons. Many in the middle districts dealt with the ever-so-hard to read man. The solemn sort they would say. He had lost his wife years before, a family ages ago, or was disenfranchised - no one knew the truth, but wagging tongues told a thousand tales of the man’s obscure background. He had a way with killing though. Any trouble with stray dogs, barn-filled rats, even pesky insects, he knew the cure.

Of course, most people didn’t see his next customer. But that would be later in the day. Until than he would pass his day exactly like he did every day

This is awesome pat. i really did enjoy the exalted game bobby ran for us all. it would be nice to paly again one day and hope that we can bring back our characters.

someday maybe. reading pats character history makes me wanna run it again.

oh then maybe i'll write mine up in here then too...get the exalted bug going agian. he he