My name is Samon, and I seek to rule the known world. My elfen parents both wanted me on the throne, but their ambitions were all too small. I must be above all observed things. Immortal, Powerful, authoritative and able to outwit all schemes. I don't expect to achieve all this, but I believe that a purpose in life is what creates the adventure, and the harder the purpose the more fulfilling life will be.
I will direct everything towards achieving this impossible goal, and seize every oppurtunity that presents itself, no matter the ethical stigmas surrounding it. Any alliance or 'friendship' is a temporary arrangement for my benefit. And now, with responsibility shifted from my parents to me, I begin my conquest of life.
A Sentimental Value: Short Sword
While preparing to leave my home I contemplated a keepsake to bring with me. Though I would have liked to take my father's household ring or his portrait, I knew that now was the time to become my own man. So I took the only thing with no sentimental value, a simple short-sword that was found in the woods by an old servant. This is a blank page upon which I will write my story, and add my own value to. It would be foolish to take anything that provides no practical purpose, so with that I left home, and began my conquest.
I found Spexmac at an upper-class theater performance in town, as we had arranged. I was directed to her by the captain of the regiment I spent so much time with in my youth. He warned me that even though he had been closely connected to her in the past, my knowing an acquaintance of hers would not be enough to earn her help. I was going to have to prove myself a competent and useful ally, while not presenting myself as a threat to her political ambitions. Spex is a wealthy noblewoman with many connections to influential religious figures. Despite the fact that she also seeks the crown, she was intrigued by me and agreed to guide me. She almost certainly had ulterior motives for this decision.
Deity of Samon
Amor is regarded as an unsavory deity by most common folk, but I, Samon, believe he is simply misunderstood and rightly feared. Ame Revels in ambition and conquest, encouraging lofty ideals and impossible purposes. The only worthy direction in life is personal advancement in whatever field, in whatever way. Amor would just as easily help a paladin in his quest to become the noblest hero in the realm as help an assasin become the most feared rumor.
Worship of Amor
Amor the ambitious, grant me the power to improve as a bodygaurd, in order to make connections with powerful men and gain strength. You know of my ambitions, and surely desire their fulfillment, mighty ame.
Most beautiful lady of Samon
I met the most beautiful lady while fulfilling my role as a bodyguard in the town hall. She was a noble's daughter, and I was charged with escorting her with her father through the markets. She was quite elegant, with a graceful walk. Yet sometimes I noticed her briefly let her persona fall and she could have been any peasant girl. She seemed about my age, though she is human, and I am an elf. She paid attention to her father's business transactions with the merchants. Her bright blue eyes were fixated on the faces of every stranger she met. We did not get to talk much, but I certainly would have liked to. If for nothing else then for the chance to gain a wealthy connection. But goodness knows that was the last thing I was thinking about at the time. Very unusual.
Reflections on your father
I often think of my father while I'm working. I barely got to know him, but I always looked up to his memory as I grew up. Since leaving home I've tried to move past his shadow, but it still lingers, whispering of strength and honor and fortitude. I must resist if I am to conquer this kingdom. I must.