I, am Jackz. I was given this name because my mother wanted to never forget what has happened to her during a pillage. I am at the age of 17.8 or 16 according to the years of man. I am known as the Demon because of the stories mother mentioned about. Everyone looked at me with terror so ill give them what they seemingly ask for. Terror.
I was born an Easterner because my mother, human,, was violently taken captive and done away with by what seemed to be a demonic Easterner .
I stand [7 feet, 9 inches] tall with a toned body. I have black hair with small black eyes. My white skin and a rough, ominous appearance in general makes me unique.
I see myself as one who thieves. I want to steal the most valuable thing in this forsaken world, that is considerably known as capturing the highest king and making my mark in the world. I generally view alliances as unnecessary and traitorous.
I intend to hunt down everyone, one by one in the kingdom without being noticed in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. It should be known that I will consider archery to carry out my tasks and leave a trademark note through every death done by myself. Thus, I now start this path towards the beginning to a world of my own minions!
A Sentimental Value
It has come time to move ahead from the place that held me captive, or my safe place as others would call it. I looked around one last time as I saw a dagger left from my father, this dagger was the weapon he used to threat my mother during the pillage.
This dagger is curved with a pitch black point, used with poison from many times before, the handle is silver with grey edges, there it has a serpent with demon horns engraved on the handle. One last thing that makes it unique is that there is a chip missing near the bottom of the blade, assumingly purposely made to tear the skin when exiting a wound.
With this dagger, I will carve the serpent with a particular phrase written underneath. "mors omnibus," also known as "death to all." Making my mark known to all.
Jan the Wench, moments before was when we met. One night, while killing a soldier in one of the back rooms of the bar, she walked in. She was dressed in the common servants attire but one thing stands out, the red flower poking out of her black hair. With one moment smile, the next moment was fear, instantly dropping to her knees pleading to stay alive. Jackz, felt pressured and held her captive causing her further fear. With ever desire to kill her, Jackz decided to keep her knowing she might hold some information through the drunkards. She might be of some use. As assumed her suspicions is pure fear and to not get in the way or else an early death might be her way through life. With that she stays loyal to him and does exactly as he commands.
Message to Advisor
As the day comes to an end, Jackz couldn't help but realize that his day has ended without much progress. The time spent was to look for an available trainer for his combat skills. Giving up, he spent his only bits of GP in the armory and other related locations in hope that armor and weapons will help for the meanwhile. This did not prove successfully. The only option left was to find a job, roaming around the tavern was the best option but the job at hand also lacked efforts and became unsuccessful. Finding that the end of the day was rather pitiful.
Reflections On Your Mother
My mother was a poor woman, who got by day to day by doing prostitution. Defiling her body as if it was a commonly used item in a sack. She treated everyone with ought most kindness yet that didn't help much in the payout. The only mentioning that I truly recall is the pillage. She finally had enough money to have the family live on for a good while as the warning horns sound. There was an attack and she was captured and used just as her day to day job was to be. Only it did not end the same way.