Theo Prazan

Theosric Prazan



26 | Citizen | Soldier

the sketch.

stats.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 187 lbs
Build: Muscular.
Eyes: Brown.
Hair: Dark brown.
Other:

Skills. Personality. Quirks.

Passive Magic: Precognitive Reflexes. Theo's ability allows his body's muscles to perceive and intercept threats moments before they might bring him harm. They create impulses which he has been trained to act upon and the process requires no active thought on his end. The magic exacts a heavy toll, however, and Theo must eat about twice as much as a normal man would or his muscles start to atrophy. In addition, his ability is only suited to handle a few stimuli at once. An overwhelming amount floods his system with impulses and creates severe headaches. Most egregiously, however, his ability has caused him to become paranoid. This stems from the impulses that still course throughout his body outside of battle, whenever someone is too close to him. Thus, Theo is prone to thinking that everyone is out to get him, especially since crowds are a novelty for him. Even when training with his peers, his ability flares, distracting him. As a consequence, he suspects that the islanders have deemed him a poor soldier.

• Claims that he is the son of a missionary couple and thus, is a citizen despite not having lived on the islands until a few months ago.
• Is well-versed in Pryist knowledge, though he tends not to share it unless pressed.
• Trained from a young age in the warrior culture his "parents" were attempting to convert and, consequently, is a very capable fighter.
• Adept with a bow due to years of hunting game but prefers a longsword in battle. His Kasini steel blade is named "Prayer" because it, too, helps people converse with their deities.
• Competitive.
• Essentially afraid of people, particularly those he isn't allowed to kill, and needs to keep himself secluded as a result.
• Has found a temporary home on the grounds of the Grand Temple.
• Appears to still be obviously traumatized by something.
• Is a gentle soul, pressed into being something else. He's often torn between both extremes.
• Welcomes orders. Prefers following instructions over thinking for himself. Will not respond well to rudeness however.
• Speaks Escovan fluently but with an accent. Can write his name and recognize common words but is not literate.

the story.

He clutched at his sides, but the pain did not recede. His muscles continued to contract, to scream at him for not providing them with nourishment. It couldn't be helped, however, as even the last piece of bread that he'd tried to keep down had ended up below the waves. Only the promise of relief, visible on the horizon now, kept him from bowing his head over the side yet again.

Escova.

The thought came between spasms of pain. Theo had heard so much about it, had always wondered what the place would be like. This first glimpse of his new home brought no satisfaction. He saw nothing but a speck of dust, a few rocks barely protruding above the water. And there was not a single tree to be found.

Another convulsion, no doubt fueled by disappointment. He'd spent weeks stuffed into this living hell they called a ship, unable to eat, unable to sleep and barely able to think -- all for the little speck on the horizon. It was laughable, especially considering that quite a few of his fellow "passengers" had actually fought for the chance to be here. Theo hadn't of course. He'd been one of the lucky ones with proof of citizenship, from his deceased parents. As such, he hadn't been forced into the cargo hold and hidden behind crates of foul smelling-cheese.

Not that conditions above deck were much better. There was, of course, the issue of his seasickness, but, beyond that, he could still feel them. The presences that continued to creep and crawl beneath his skin. Even at the very fore of the bow, Theo found no solitude. With each sailor that inched past, his muscles tensed, screaming at his arm to swing around and slice away the threat. He'd come close several times.

And yet, these were minor inconveniences when compared with the women. The girls, to be more accurate. Pretty little things. They weren't kept below for fear of lowering their value. Every so often, one or two of them would become infatuated with him, no doubt because of his status. They seemed to prefer him over the fat child and addled old men -- their only other choices -- coming to him first, with the promise that they still had their virginity.

Each time he'd said nothing, only pleaded silently to the heavens for them to go before his body fell into convulsions. Some screamed in response. Others pleaded. All ended up exacting a heavy toll on him by the time they were finished. But somehow, Theo had managed to hold on, his perseverance fueled by memories of those he'd left behind. He'd felt that he owed them as much for their sacrifice. Especially his parents...

The young man exhaled deeply, watching his breath manifest in the frigid sea air. He was more than ready to leave this all behind.

OOC Connections.

PB claim: Mario Loncarski
Player name: Dave
Contact info: By Seance