Post by Rebel on Oct 31, 2015 20:51:24 GMT -5
Player: Rebel
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Character Name: Daario Saavedra
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Birthdate: December 29th, 1397
City / Region: Cervo, Estersea
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Saavedra
Played by: Antonio Banderas
Appearance:
Daario, as with the rest of his family, has the signature dark features and exotic look common of those descendents from the Rohari. Dark and thick curly hair, dark eyes, and pale skin, he was most certainly described as a charming young man when in his prime years. Still, he has aged well, and remains a good looking fellow. Daario is not a tall man; he is 5’9” tall, and holds a healthy weight, not with the additional bulk that soldiers might adopt, but not to be underestimated.
Personality: Once particularly jovial, friendly and open-minded, the vast loss his family has suffered has forced a hardened change of personality. Daario would still be characterized as warm towards his family, but there’s a certain fierceness in everything he does now and a definite coldness to strangers. His wrath has been incurred where the Rohari are concerned, and on that front he is absolutely unforgiving. Neither will he let it go nor try to move on, and he is certainly miles from apologies or negotiations. This same anger can also be turned on other targets; the man gives very few “second chances” anymore.
A small, hidden, and sad part of himself blames himself for the death of his family. Not for the fact that they died, for he did not cause that, but that he hadn’t been there to help them, and could have saved them. He feels especially guilty about his twin sister, who died to protect him and the rest of their family. If anything, he should have died, and at times wonders if things would have been better if the tables were turned. He tried to convert this line of thinking, however, into fuel for the fire that burns only to extinguish the Rohari.
He is not a suicidal man, nor is he impulsive. He has ambition and plans, he is determined, and he is willing to be patient to get what he wants. He is not, however, terribly tolerant, and he is not a fan of change or surprise. Daario appreciates directness and honesty, and people with a higher moral code. He is far from meek, insecure, or quiet, and while he appreciates a certain level of propriety he isn’t specifically interested in ceremony. He thinks he is a fair man, but this only for those on his side - he is not worried about being fair to his enemies.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
- Well rounded and well practiced fighter
- Knows rudimentary words of the Rohari native language **with Admin approval
- Good tactician, especially where it comes to fending off attackers / playing defense
- Decent at managing money
- Strong horse-rider
Character History: Daario was born into a passionate, loving, boisterous family. They were nobles, yes, a vassal to the Ibarra family, but the impression Daario got was that they considered themselves more like lords of their own land rather than lords everywhere. He was nowhere near being the first born, though nor was he the last. His parents had a plentiful batch of kids, of which Daario was the fourth born, fourth male and twin to the first daughter, Sancia. Given he was nowhere near being heir to Cervo, he was able to spend his childhood looking to indulge in the luxuries of their family and city, and not worry as much about duty, becoming the next best leader, and so other tasks set for his older brothers.
As a child, Daario was loud and very active. He looked up to his older brothers, wanting to follow in their footsteps and do everything they did. If they were going away on business with father, so too did he want to. If they were playing with fake swords, he wanted to hold one. If they were running through fields and playing there, he would join them. He idolized his siblings, and given they were older than him, it meant he had to really try to keep up. That left him with more than one bump and scratch, but it never seemed to slow him down. By the time that they were nearing double digits, his twin sister too wanted in on the fun. She’d decided she didn’t want to hang out with the girls - their younger siblings - and wanted to run around and play with them. From there forth, Daario and she tended to do everything together.
Though life was mostly no work and all play for Daario at this point, there were certain expectations. He was, for example, well educated, he was shown how to tend to various different aspects that their family oversaw like logging for hardwood, fishing the sea bed, or raising sheep. He was also explained about the Rohari, their history with them and the Desmira people, their relationship with the Watermen, and eventually when he was old enough, about the “situation” that was their current rulers (Deveraux) and their former ones (Sandoval). Of course, the young lad sided immediately with the Sandovals and would openly mock or make fun of the Deveraux, and while he was at home that was fine, but he was eventually also taught caution and to learn when to be discreet.
The trade city of Cervo was in full bloom. Daario started to become interested in girls in due time, finding he quite liked to try and impress them, though his older siblings always got the upper hand on him. He didn’t take himself too seriously, though. He fancied himself almost more of a dramatic guy, one for adventure and a big heroic story, as he got into his late teens he started to sober up and accept more responsibility. He couldn’t decide whether to become more of a soldier, someone to patrol lands and repel invasions or attacks and help support the areas that they called home, or become a business man assisting his father with negociations and dealing with numbers, or perhaps even manual labour such as being a lumberjack, farmer, or fisherman. He was in no rush, however, to decide, and was able to dabble in a bit of everything.
The experience he gained in those couple of years would become very valuable later in life, but he finally started to lean more towards soldier. He trained to be apt at fighting from horseback, and riding well through tough terrain, forming a bond with his favorite horse, one just as black as his hair. This decision was made from the momentum that seemed to build of more and more raids and invasions. Besides, there was also turmoil rising in the west, the problems of other families in Estersea, the lack of a male heir born in Bordelaix, and there were rumours yes of their whispering of secrets. Daario never paid them any attention, though, and couldn’t swear to their veracity. He couldn’t have known what would eventually come, in fact Daario did expect it all to blow over and that his father would be able to broker a peace again.
In fact, while times were tense, life had to continue. Daario found a woman that captured his heart, a lower born noble lady among the Estersea people. He was married in the winter, and before long his new bride was pregnant. All seemed well, he was filling his responsibilities by defending his people alongside others, or filling in here or there wherever his father needed, and he was able to enjoy a family of his own. That was… until his wife went into labour for their first child. Something went horribly wrong, and neither she nor their child survived the night. For that Daario was sick with grief. He was plagued with it for quite some time, determined never to forget her, and to never ever marry again. For a few years, he was morose, hard to become motivated, and no longer quite enjoyed his life.
He did bounce back, mostly. His family pieced him back together, his brothers had found women of their own and while one was married and trying to conceive, the other was betrothed. Things were falling into place. Their father was clearly readying his elder brother to take over things in Cervo and while it bristled Daario’s hairs to answer to his brother, he did his part as best he could. He took up his training with even more fervour, his twin having played a big part of that as she’d recently taken up archery. He never quite had the knack for it but he kept her company while she practiced, at least.
This tentative happiness, though, was again stunted, but this time in a magnitude that he couldn’t possibly imagine. Yes, the raids were becoming perilously more prominent, and deeper into Estersea than usual, but it wasn’t until they woke one morning to the alarm of Cervo itself being attacked that things hadn’t gone completely wrong. At this time, however, a sickness had swept through the area, not necessarily killing but confining those affected to bed for at least a fortnight. It meant the defense his father and brothers mounted was incomplete, and in the end was not enough to stave off the Rohari men. It was personal, it turns out. They ransacked and burned the trade city, and after having killed all the men they could find - which included literally all of Daario’s male relatives - they started their return home. The Emir had sent his message.
To hear of the reach of this attack, and just how great of a loss they had suffered, crippled the remaining of the family. Daario in particular was wracked with guilt, inconsolable and for a time frankly he was depressed and unresponsive. If not for his family, siblings, aunt and cousins, he might never have pulled out of it. As it was, the place was hardly held together. Distantly, he knew that his sisters were keeping the ship afloat, so to speak, but he was too caught up in his own grief and guilt to do much about it. The sickness had left him weak of body and the depression capitalized on it.
The last nail on that coffin came when in the dead of a summer night their castle saw yet another attack. Assassins, Rohari assassins, had been sent to exterminate the last of their family, it seemed. They were swarming the place, for all Daario knew, and while he hadn’t the heart for a fight, he had no other choice; he was not going to lay down and die. They mounted the best defense they could, and thankfully they had the advantage of knowing the castle inside-out. In his panic he lost track of where all his family was, knowing his twin had gone towards the bedrooms to help keep their infant cousins safe. It was only when he found a corpse marked with an arrow that he knew Zianna to be perched and doing her best from outside.
Eventually, they had taken out enough of the would-be assassins to dissuade them. What was left of them started to head out, but the Saavedra closed in around them. It wasn’t until they showed their last card that they were able to escape: they had captured Maryam, and held her as a shield and hostage while they made away into the night. Powerless to try and stop them lest they risk his sister’s head, Daario’s rage was ignited once more, doubled by the adrenaline in his veins. Yet when the adrenaline receded, each and every injury was felt, of which he had suffered many. He collapsed and passed out before he would know what had happened to the rest of his family.
He came to eventually; thankfully someone had thought to call for reinforcements, aid from the nearby people and also reaching out to the Fontaine family who were closest, and Ibarra as their Lord. His recovery was very lengthy, during which time he spent most his days in bed for the first quarter of a year, then the rest of which not straying far and certainly not leaving the castle grounds. With the help of the Estersea vassals, they were able to rebuild, from this more personalized attack to the castle, while the city itself was still rebuilding. The extra Knights were able to keep watch, driving back any remaining invaders, allowing the people to grieve and recover in peace. It was a full year before Daario could say he was back on his feet, and this time rather with a vengeance. He was out for Rohari blood.
It took time for him to figure out their next steps. They had to rebuild, their people needed assurances, they had to re-established their trade relations, check on their businesses, and eventually start repaying the debts they owed. It couldn’t have been done without the help of every adult Saavedra remaining, and looking back on it, also a wonder that Cervo didn’t capitulate altogether. Thankfully, with time, they were able to restore the buildings, and ensure growth once more. While the city has yet to return exactly where it had once been, Daario hopes to make it reach those heights and more. He wants to see their family explode in children and life, to counter the death they’ve had.
Having finally overcome the doubt that he was capable of being Count, accepting that he hadn’t been able to save his family, he has started moving forward. For the last year, he has mounted a group of men to go push into the Rohari borders, several times a year, with goal to cause them grief and to find out more about Maryam, his sister. He has started to become more involved with the Estersea politics, however the trip to Bordelaix will have been the first time he’d travelled that far and certainly his first big gathering since his unfortunate ascension to his title. He hopes to make the travel worth his time, before returning back home to continue the work in progress that was getting his life back on track.
Writing Sample: She swiftly made her way forward to come greet first her father. Gathering her skirts to move more adeptly, she paused only before him and gave a bow. "Good morning, my Caliph, father."
Amirah, like her sisters and Inayla, was not wearing her veil. Instead it was lowered to her neck. She rose then if uninterrupted to serve a greeting to the others, first Bashir. "Good morning, brother," and then to Sabriyah and the other women. She did not question with her eyes what this was all about, though she felt much as to ask her if she knew. "Good morning, Sabriyah, Leilah, Inayla. I hope the morning finds you well." She gave a small smile then drew herself to the side. She could see from there all the food and it grew hunger in her belly but she knew matters of business came first.
Best Contact Method(s): PM
Have you read the General Rules?: Yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?: Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?: Yes
Character Name: Daario Saavedra
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Birthdate: December 29th, 1397
City / Region: Cervo, Estersea
House [ Birth, Marriage if applicable ]: Saavedra
Played by: Antonio Banderas
Appearance:
Daario, as with the rest of his family, has the signature dark features and exotic look common of those descendents from the Rohari. Dark and thick curly hair, dark eyes, and pale skin, he was most certainly described as a charming young man when in his prime years. Still, he has aged well, and remains a good looking fellow. Daario is not a tall man; he is 5’9” tall, and holds a healthy weight, not with the additional bulk that soldiers might adopt, but not to be underestimated.
Personality: Once particularly jovial, friendly and open-minded, the vast loss his family has suffered has forced a hardened change of personality. Daario would still be characterized as warm towards his family, but there’s a certain fierceness in everything he does now and a definite coldness to strangers. His wrath has been incurred where the Rohari are concerned, and on that front he is absolutely unforgiving. Neither will he let it go nor try to move on, and he is certainly miles from apologies or negotiations. This same anger can also be turned on other targets; the man gives very few “second chances” anymore.
A small, hidden, and sad part of himself blames himself for the death of his family. Not for the fact that they died, for he did not cause that, but that he hadn’t been there to help them, and could have saved them. He feels especially guilty about his twin sister, who died to protect him and the rest of their family. If anything, he should have died, and at times wonders if things would have been better if the tables were turned. He tried to convert this line of thinking, however, into fuel for the fire that burns only to extinguish the Rohari.
He is not a suicidal man, nor is he impulsive. He has ambition and plans, he is determined, and he is willing to be patient to get what he wants. He is not, however, terribly tolerant, and he is not a fan of change or surprise. Daario appreciates directness and honesty, and people with a higher moral code. He is far from meek, insecure, or quiet, and while he appreciates a certain level of propriety he isn’t specifically interested in ceremony. He thinks he is a fair man, but this only for those on his side - he is not worried about being fair to his enemies.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
- Well rounded and well practiced fighter
- Knows rudimentary words of the Rohari native language **with Admin approval
- Good tactician, especially where it comes to fending off attackers / playing defense
- Decent at managing money
- Strong horse-rider
Character History: Daario was born into a passionate, loving, boisterous family. They were nobles, yes, a vassal to the Ibarra family, but the impression Daario got was that they considered themselves more like lords of their own land rather than lords everywhere. He was nowhere near being the first born, though nor was he the last. His parents had a plentiful batch of kids, of which Daario was the fourth born, fourth male and twin to the first daughter, Sancia. Given he was nowhere near being heir to Cervo, he was able to spend his childhood looking to indulge in the luxuries of their family and city, and not worry as much about duty, becoming the next best leader, and so other tasks set for his older brothers.
As a child, Daario was loud and very active. He looked up to his older brothers, wanting to follow in their footsteps and do everything they did. If they were going away on business with father, so too did he want to. If they were playing with fake swords, he wanted to hold one. If they were running through fields and playing there, he would join them. He idolized his siblings, and given they were older than him, it meant he had to really try to keep up. That left him with more than one bump and scratch, but it never seemed to slow him down. By the time that they were nearing double digits, his twin sister too wanted in on the fun. She’d decided she didn’t want to hang out with the girls - their younger siblings - and wanted to run around and play with them. From there forth, Daario and she tended to do everything together.
Though life was mostly no work and all play for Daario at this point, there were certain expectations. He was, for example, well educated, he was shown how to tend to various different aspects that their family oversaw like logging for hardwood, fishing the sea bed, or raising sheep. He was also explained about the Rohari, their history with them and the Desmira people, their relationship with the Watermen, and eventually when he was old enough, about the “situation” that was their current rulers (Deveraux) and their former ones (Sandoval). Of course, the young lad sided immediately with the Sandovals and would openly mock or make fun of the Deveraux, and while he was at home that was fine, but he was eventually also taught caution and to learn when to be discreet.
The trade city of Cervo was in full bloom. Daario started to become interested in girls in due time, finding he quite liked to try and impress them, though his older siblings always got the upper hand on him. He didn’t take himself too seriously, though. He fancied himself almost more of a dramatic guy, one for adventure and a big heroic story, as he got into his late teens he started to sober up and accept more responsibility. He couldn’t decide whether to become more of a soldier, someone to patrol lands and repel invasions or attacks and help support the areas that they called home, or become a business man assisting his father with negociations and dealing with numbers, or perhaps even manual labour such as being a lumberjack, farmer, or fisherman. He was in no rush, however, to decide, and was able to dabble in a bit of everything.
The experience he gained in those couple of years would become very valuable later in life, but he finally started to lean more towards soldier. He trained to be apt at fighting from horseback, and riding well through tough terrain, forming a bond with his favorite horse, one just as black as his hair. This decision was made from the momentum that seemed to build of more and more raids and invasions. Besides, there was also turmoil rising in the west, the problems of other families in Estersea, the lack of a male heir born in Bordelaix, and there were rumours yes of their whispering of secrets. Daario never paid them any attention, though, and couldn’t swear to their veracity. He couldn’t have known what would eventually come, in fact Daario did expect it all to blow over and that his father would be able to broker a peace again.
In fact, while times were tense, life had to continue. Daario found a woman that captured his heart, a lower born noble lady among the Estersea people. He was married in the winter, and before long his new bride was pregnant. All seemed well, he was filling his responsibilities by defending his people alongside others, or filling in here or there wherever his father needed, and he was able to enjoy a family of his own. That was… until his wife went into labour for their first child. Something went horribly wrong, and neither she nor their child survived the night. For that Daario was sick with grief. He was plagued with it for quite some time, determined never to forget her, and to never ever marry again. For a few years, he was morose, hard to become motivated, and no longer quite enjoyed his life.
He did bounce back, mostly. His family pieced him back together, his brothers had found women of their own and while one was married and trying to conceive, the other was betrothed. Things were falling into place. Their father was clearly readying his elder brother to take over things in Cervo and while it bristled Daario’s hairs to answer to his brother, he did his part as best he could. He took up his training with even more fervour, his twin having played a big part of that as she’d recently taken up archery. He never quite had the knack for it but he kept her company while she practiced, at least.
This tentative happiness, though, was again stunted, but this time in a magnitude that he couldn’t possibly imagine. Yes, the raids were becoming perilously more prominent, and deeper into Estersea than usual, but it wasn’t until they woke one morning to the alarm of Cervo itself being attacked that things hadn’t gone completely wrong. At this time, however, a sickness had swept through the area, not necessarily killing but confining those affected to bed for at least a fortnight. It meant the defense his father and brothers mounted was incomplete, and in the end was not enough to stave off the Rohari men. It was personal, it turns out. They ransacked and burned the trade city, and after having killed all the men they could find - which included literally all of Daario’s male relatives - they started their return home. The Emir had sent his message.
To hear of the reach of this attack, and just how great of a loss they had suffered, crippled the remaining of the family. Daario in particular was wracked with guilt, inconsolable and for a time frankly he was depressed and unresponsive. If not for his family, siblings, aunt and cousins, he might never have pulled out of it. As it was, the place was hardly held together. Distantly, he knew that his sisters were keeping the ship afloat, so to speak, but he was too caught up in his own grief and guilt to do much about it. The sickness had left him weak of body and the depression capitalized on it.
The last nail on that coffin came when in the dead of a summer night their castle saw yet another attack. Assassins, Rohari assassins, had been sent to exterminate the last of their family, it seemed. They were swarming the place, for all Daario knew, and while he hadn’t the heart for a fight, he had no other choice; he was not going to lay down and die. They mounted the best defense they could, and thankfully they had the advantage of knowing the castle inside-out. In his panic he lost track of where all his family was, knowing his twin had gone towards the bedrooms to help keep their infant cousins safe. It was only when he found a corpse marked with an arrow that he knew Zianna to be perched and doing her best from outside.
Eventually, they had taken out enough of the would-be assassins to dissuade them. What was left of them started to head out, but the Saavedra closed in around them. It wasn’t until they showed their last card that they were able to escape: they had captured Maryam, and held her as a shield and hostage while they made away into the night. Powerless to try and stop them lest they risk his sister’s head, Daario’s rage was ignited once more, doubled by the adrenaline in his veins. Yet when the adrenaline receded, each and every injury was felt, of which he had suffered many. He collapsed and passed out before he would know what had happened to the rest of his family.
He came to eventually; thankfully someone had thought to call for reinforcements, aid from the nearby people and also reaching out to the Fontaine family who were closest, and Ibarra as their Lord. His recovery was very lengthy, during which time he spent most his days in bed for the first quarter of a year, then the rest of which not straying far and certainly not leaving the castle grounds. With the help of the Estersea vassals, they were able to rebuild, from this more personalized attack to the castle, while the city itself was still rebuilding. The extra Knights were able to keep watch, driving back any remaining invaders, allowing the people to grieve and recover in peace. It was a full year before Daario could say he was back on his feet, and this time rather with a vengeance. He was out for Rohari blood.
It took time for him to figure out their next steps. They had to rebuild, their people needed assurances, they had to re-established their trade relations, check on their businesses, and eventually start repaying the debts they owed. It couldn’t have been done without the help of every adult Saavedra remaining, and looking back on it, also a wonder that Cervo didn’t capitulate altogether. Thankfully, with time, they were able to restore the buildings, and ensure growth once more. While the city has yet to return exactly where it had once been, Daario hopes to make it reach those heights and more. He wants to see their family explode in children and life, to counter the death they’ve had.
Having finally overcome the doubt that he was capable of being Count, accepting that he hadn’t been able to save his family, he has started moving forward. For the last year, he has mounted a group of men to go push into the Rohari borders, several times a year, with goal to cause them grief and to find out more about Maryam, his sister. He has started to become more involved with the Estersea politics, however the trip to Bordelaix will have been the first time he’d travelled that far and certainly his first big gathering since his unfortunate ascension to his title. He hopes to make the travel worth his time, before returning back home to continue the work in progress that was getting his life back on track.
Writing Sample: She swiftly made her way forward to come greet first her father. Gathering her skirts to move more adeptly, she paused only before him and gave a bow. "Good morning, my Caliph, father."
Amirah, like her sisters and Inayla, was not wearing her veil. Instead it was lowered to her neck. She rose then if uninterrupted to serve a greeting to the others, first Bashir. "Good morning, brother," and then to Sabriyah and the other women. She did not question with her eyes what this was all about, though she felt much as to ask her if she knew. "Good morning, Sabriyah, Leilah, Inayla. I hope the morning finds you well." She gave a small smile then drew herself to the side. She could see from there all the food and it grew hunger in her belly but she knew matters of business came first.
