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Post by Oseya on Nov 21, 2011 12:03:28 GMT -5
'This is my first time in Camelot, I am not aware of any particularly good nor bad areas of the city. I would be satisfied with any lodging, providing I had access to necessities.' He was honest, Oseya had no idea of what to expect in the city in terms of its lodgings. This man seemed to know his way around, surely he would know of somewhere suitable. Oseya just wanted a place where he could stay and keep his possessions, which he had to go and collect, once a suitable place had been found. Admittedly, he didn't have much, but his collection of items had grown considerably since his departure from Esaria all those years ago. On his travels he had managed to acquire a good stock, and kept them stored in various places he found to be suitable, as he had no permanent home. Now, however, Oseya had finally decided to stay in one place, to move on with his life of roaming the lands.
What's more, this man was considering giving him a job of sorts. Admittedly it wasn't Oseya's first thought at what a job in the city would be like, but he saw an opportunity and took it. Working for this man was certainly a prospect that could turn out for the better. And, as previously thought, this man likely has connections. This man could help him find out about his true lineage, and also find out about Gafgarrion, if he was indeed within Camelot.
They began to walk, but as he took a step, Oseya felt a shot through his head. 'Here we go again' he thought. He didn't stop, the vision only lasted a second. Nothing even remotely harmful, just a few sights he'd seen on his way into the city, nothing special. These visions were often nothing more than a nuisance to him now. Maybe that's what happened when he saw Gafgarrion, maybe a vision had merged with reality, it had happened before. Not that it mattered, they weren't an issue, all Oseya wanted to do was find somewhere to stay. |
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Post by Oseya on Nov 21, 2011 11:40:30 GMT -5
Still lying on the floor in a heavy daze, Oseya looked up at the girl stood over him. She spoke inaudibly and he tried to stand up, to no avail. He would usually wait for ten minutes or so before getting up after a vision, they left him so weak, but he felt the need to appear strong in Caitrin's presence. He had shown his weakness in front of a woman he had only just met. Not only could this ruin any strength he wished her to see of him, but it also meant that he was almost forced to place trust in her not to say anything, trust he wasn't quite sure he should be placing just yet. He managed to work out what she had said just seconds ago, he was processing very slowly. 'I'm fine, honestly, there's no need to worry. It's just something I have every now and again. It's fine, really I'm fine, I just need to be still for a moment.' He was very aware that his speech was slightly slurred, a problem that was to be expected. These visions seemed to get more violent each time, and that one wasn't a memory, as far as Oseya was aware at least. They say that some memories are so shocking that they bury themselves, could this be one of them?
As he lay there, with Caitrin above him, caring as a mother would her child, he realised that he had never really had such a caring person around him. Of course he had Samus, but he was never truly a caring man, and the closest to a mother he ever had was the village nurse, who he never really saw. It was nice to know that someone was worried for him.
Eventually he managed the strength to stand, then took several moments to begin walking again, back in the direction of the coach. He felt he should explain to her exactly what happened. After all, she must have been rather worried, and if it happened again she would most certainly be far more hounding. 'Look, Cait, I should probably explain what happened back there.' He turned to look at her, but continued walking. 'Recently, I've been having these kind of, sort of, visions. Usually they're in my sleep so they aren't that bad, but every now and again they happen whilst I'm awake.' His heart was beating very fast, he'd never told anyone this before, though he's never really had the chance. 'They've been getting stronger, more violent, to the point where some of them actually hurt me. Like then, I was hit in the back by something, and I felt it in reality. I'm sure they aren't anything to worry about, but I just wanted you to know, just in case, I don't want you to worry about me.'
They probably were something to worry about, but that was his issue, not hers. He needed to resolve it, if of course he could. Oz was strong, and was sure he would be able to keep control of these 'visions' to the extent of not causing him sever damage. |
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Post by Oseya on Nov 12, 2011 19:18:27 GMT -5
Oz was glad that Caitrin knew her way, in his flight to her whereabouts he had ran without thinking about where he was going. She had it right though, they needed to get away from these bandits and back to the coach. If the horse was still able they could use the coach. It would be easier that way, Cait could be comfortable within the coach itself while Oseya led the horse to her home. Though she would actually have to show him which way to go...
As they walked back to what Caitrin believed was where the coach still awaited, it was rather tense. Oz wanted to speak, but something was almost holding him back. He just couldn't think of anything to say to the woman. They had both experienced the same thing together, yet it was as though they were so separate from each other. She may have spoken to him, Oz couldn't be sure. His head was pounding. Not now he thought. This is probably the worst time to have an episode. He tried to keep it under control, he couldn't let this woman see his weakness. It just kept pounding. Harder. Pressing. Against his skull. He could feel himself weakening. Suppressing it made it worse.
Oz felt a pain in his shoulder. They'd hit him with something. Not an arrow, and they were too far away for a sword hit. Magic, it must be. He fell to the floor. Clutched for his sword. Another hit, his leg this time. His vision was blurred, he found it so hard to move. He couldn't get to his sword, he heard someone getting closer. The man spoke, his words distorted. 'Versum Emunastra' Oseya managed to utter the words of power with what little energy had left. He was no longer in the hallway of that place. That dark, stinking place. A forest, the light bearing down on his face, a woman standing over him.
He awoke with a start. Almost as though his vision was merged with reality. Cait stood above him, he felt safe with her. Yet he felt a fool. Oz couldn't believe he had shown weakness to this beautiful woman, he was shamed... |
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Post by Oseya on Nov 12, 2011 18:38:02 GMT -5
He actually took up Oseya's offer. To be honest, Oseya was rather shocked. He hadn't thought that this man would actually accept his proposal. But now he was asking about the payment offered. 'Coin? Coin is not my only payment, but if that is what you require then how much do you want?' Oz didn't really want this Duke knowing just how much money he had, but he was happy to let him know whatever he asked he could cover it. Samus had left a rather large amount to him, not all in coin. The majority of which lay here, within the walls of Camelot.
Stood here, in the street, with everyone rushing past them, something about this man stood out to Oseya. It was almost as though he couldn't not stare at this man. He seemed so rough, so, dirty, almost ruined. And yet something about him drew Oz to him in a way he hadn't felt in some time. The last time he felt this was in Mercia. So long ago it seems. Never had he felt this way towards another man, it was unheard of. It was almost, wrong.
But that didn't matter, this man was going to give him a lodging, and Oseya would work for him. He would pay the man, and get on with whatever he requires. Oseya was here to live for as long as he could, he'd only been in Camelot a matter of hours, and already he liked the city. Samus lived here, and it's possible his parents did too, from what little he had learnt from Samus about them. Maybe someone here would know of them, and if Gafgarrion can be found, maybe he has found something out in his travels. |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 18, 2011 15:14:17 GMT -5
Good, she wasn't hurt, that was a load lifted at least. Which begged the question, how? How could such a woman have been able to evade harm from at least two of the bandits? Clearly he had underestimated her. Or maybe this kingdom was notorious for bandit raids, though Mercia was, as far as he was aware no more dangerous than Camelot. Unless he was not in Mercia. If that was the case, what could he do? Either way, he could always find out from this 'Caitrin de Archer'.
He was right, it was a beautiful name, though one he had not heard before. It sounded exotic, foreign almost. 'I'm glad you're O.K. I don't know what I'd have done if it had gone bad.' For a moment he thought that what he said might be a bit much for the woman to think about, and so paused, creating a somewhat awkward situation. He barely spoke to women at home, and when he did they were older women, or wives of Samus' friends.
'I was right, it is a beautiful name you have, if you don't mind me saying of course. Though it's not a last name i've heard before. Where does your family come from, originally? It sounds like a name from outside of Albion, sort of, exotic.' He needed to stop blushing. It was getting bad, he could even feel his face heat up. Great, now he'd made a fool of himself in front of a beautiful woman. Samus may have taught him how to fend off bandits or a trained soldier, yet he could not have prepared him for this.
Caitrin had asked him how she could repay him, and all he could say was 'You don't have to pay me back, honestly. You were in trouble, I was hardly going to stand by ad watch them jump out at your carriage now, was I?' Then he thought of a way he could be repayed. After all, he had spent the last month with no-where to sleep but the forest floor and the odd abandoned forest hut here and there. 'Though, if you could spare a bed, or even just some hay, and a place to wash I would be really grateful.'
She introduced herself as a lady, was dressed in what resembled expensive clothing and went for a ride in her own coach. Oseya's guess was, she had a place to stay, and probably had a spare room. Besides, it would be nice to spend a little longer with her. |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 17, 2011 16:09:42 GMT -5
Sorry for taking ages to reply, my internet was playing up. Thank you for being patient 
Oseya rushed to the sound of the thud. That was it, he had failed to protect an innocent woman, he had failed himself, and Samus. What would he do when he arrived to see her body lying on the floor? He knew nothing about her, he couldn't even return her to her home. Yet, what he found when he got there surprised him.
'How? How did this-' He was speechless. The woman and bandit were both there, but certainly not in the way he thought they would be. The woman, in all her beauty, was stood wielding a dagger, whilst the bandit was on the floor, writhing in pain. Oseya stood, dumbfounded. He would never have thought something of such beauty could be so... so deadly. 'You'll regret this, you stinkin' whore, just you wait, people'll hear-' Oseya silenced the man with his sword, before he could slander the woman any further.
'You're alive? I thought that bandit had got you for a minute there. Are you hurt? If you're hurt I can heal you, honestly, it's no trouble.' He was mumbling and he knew it. Part of him hoped she was hurt, just so he could touch her skin. He proceeded to decide this thought was slightly inappropriate, and of course wished that no harm had come to her.
'My name's Oseya, but you can call me Oz, if you like. What's your name? I bet it's not as beautiful as you are.' He gave a little smile. In fact, he was quite embarrassed at what he just said to her, and hoped he wasn't blushing. It was moments like this that made Oseya laugh at his naivety when he looked back at his life. |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 17, 2011 15:21:14 GMT -5
'Oh, did I touch a nerve there? Sorry.' Oseya wasn't sorry, but he was hardly going to exploit this, that would provoke the man. Oseya was warming to him, though through mere necessity. 'I intend not to insult you, merely stating a fact, or at least and opinion.' Now, do I try and ask for aid? Oseya pondered, the idea was filled with flaws. He could be rejected completely. The man had no reason to help him. Unless...
'I have a proposition for you, if of course you require it. I am in need of a place to stay,' And someone to help find Gafgarrion, but he didn't need to know that just yet. 'And I'm willing to pay, I have enough to hold a small place to settle. However, I as yet have no-where to go. You seem to be a man of connections, and all I ask is of your aid in finding such a place.' This was never going to work, thought Oseya, he has no reason to help me. 'In return, I will give you payment, and my services as a mercenary, as I'm sure you have a constant desire to ever expand your connection within the city.'
Will it be enough? Oseya was unsure, but from what he knew, it was apparent the man liked connections, being a thief. Besides, what man wouldn't like the comfort of having a mercenary at your beck and call? Hopefully, not this 'Duke'... |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 4, 2011 6:32:37 GMT -5
'Don't worry your little head, I'm not going to kill you, that would be far too easy. I'd much rather watch you-' Oseya trailed off as someone caught his eye from the crowd. Jet-black hair, rose-crested gauntlets and a black sword with two blades side by side. Gafgarrion? Could it be? Oseya blinked, and lost sight of him. It couldn't have been him, could it? 'Squirm.' Oseya said after becoming aware that he hadn't actually finished his sentence. He hung his head in thought. What if it was Gafgarrion? What would he do then? Should he try and find him? but then if it wasn't him it would have been pointless.
He was once again aware of the man staring at him. 'Sorry, but who did you say you were the nephew of? The King of Cantium, Canta? You say you are noble, yet you speak with the toungue of a commoner. You clearly lead an unfortunate life. Your uncle cannot be that great a king, else I'm sure he would take you in.'
This man before him was troubled, maybe moreso than Oseya, this is what he saw of himself in the man, even if the man irritated him. Maybe he could attempt an alliance. A thief always has good connections, which he would no doubt need within Camelot. He still had nowhere to stay, and maybe this man knew of Gafgarrion or his whereabouts. |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 4, 2011 5:52:38 GMT -5
As Oseya crept up to the first bandit, he noticed that the coach had stopped and a beautiful woman, most likely of noble descent had stepped out of it. She was truly beautiful, he had never seen a woman so elegant. He paused for a moment, gazing, almost forgetting the situation at hand. He was dazzled by her red hair. He had no idea that someone could have such a shade of hair. Being from a small village he had never met anyone with ginger hair before, and it amazed him.
Despite his utter bewilderment, he forced himself to continue toward the bandit, who Oseya could see was preparing to attack. He didnt have much time, he'd have to work quickly. Sword in hand he muttered 'Here goes nothing' and moved his other hand to the bandits mouth to silence him before ending his life. Oseya felt downhearted, he never thought he would be forced to kill a man. As the man fell to the ground there was a loud snap of a branch underneath him.
'Hello?' Oseya heard the woman call out, now there would be trouble. He had no choice but to attract more attention to himself. He saw the bandits shifting on the other side of the road and knew what was about to happen. Running out into the road, into full view, dripping blade in hand he called out to the woman 'Bandits! There's bandits by the road. Back in the coach, get back in the coach!' He then turned to find a bandit had run out of the woods behind him, sword in hand. As he turned he swung his sword to the bandit's throat, but was parried. 'A challenge? How fun.' Smiled Oseya.
The bandit swung, then stabbed, both of which Oseya was able to parry. He got close to the bandit, and punched him square in the chest, winding him temporarily, giving Oseya the advantage. A deft blade strike left the bandit disabled, who was quickly replaced by another two. Oseya unleashed a fury of attacks on the two assailants. He hadn't fought like this in a long time. It reminded him of when Samus, Gafgarrion and Oseya all trained together. Once the bandits had been dealt with, he attacked another bandit, who seemed to already be carrying wounds and had utilized half his quiver.
He was soon dealt with, and Oseya wheeled round expecting to find the other bandit, yet he was nowhere to be seen, and the coach driver had been shot with an arrow. Oseya checked to see if he was still alive. He had a pulse, but barely. He needed to find out where the other bandit went. He removed the arrow, very carefully, checked the tip. It was poisoned. He could heal the man, wake him, but the poison he could not heal. Oseya spoke the awakening incantation and placed a hand on the driver's head. He awoke with a start 'Who are you, what happened?' 'Names aren't important, you don't have much time. The arrow that shot you was infected by Dragon Fire poison, which I cannot cure. You need to tell me where the other bandit went, and the girl.' Of course, in his haste he had forgotten about the woman. Where was she? 'I don't know, I don't remember seeing anything, I'm sorry, but i can't he-' The man's words were cut off by a loud groan, followed by a deep sigh.
The man was perfectly still, the poison had taken hold. He wasn't dead, just frozen, and there was nothing Oseya could do. He had to find that bandit, and more importantly the woman. They cant have gone far, and for a moment he thought he heard running and rustling trees. He went with his instincts, ran towards the sound. He was met with the sight of a bandit's quiver, sword and half of a bow lying on the ground, followed by a thud that sounded like someone hitting the ground. 'No!' He shouted at the air. [/color] |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 2, 2011 18:45:28 GMT -5
'SAMUS!' Oseya ran over to the burning remains of the house to find Samus crippled and trapped by a fallen beam. 'I'll get you out, you'll be fine I promise.' 'Just leave me Oseya, don't waste your energy on a dying man.' Oseya already knew it was too late,Samus was already too sick, but he had to try and save his master. 'I'm not leaving you here, can you help me with this beam?' 'Oseya, you need to listen to me. The Oak, in the field, with the rectangular incision, take this, and take what is inside.' He handed Oseya what looked like a small key. 'Go, don't waste your time on me, I am at peace, finally.' Oseya stood back respecting the dying man's wishes, tears welling in his eyes. He left for the Oak, found the keyhole, and took the gilded Blade inside.
Oseya awoke with a start. Every nightmare became more vivid each time. He put his hands over his face, and felt sweat dripping from his forehead. This was new. Running his fingers through his hair he could feel it was greasy. 'I need to find somewhere to stay, or at least get cleaned up' he thought to himself. Sleeping in forests was beginning to take it's toll, he hadn't found a stream or river for days and was in dire need of fresh water and a wash. His sense of direction was a little off, but by now he must have made it into Mercia at least, even if only on the very outskirts of the Kingdom. Oseya stood, brushed himself down quickly, and began packing up the equipment he had managed to obtain before leaving Esaria just over a month ago. Was that how long it had been? A month? It seemed far longer.
Once his items few were packed, Oseya picked up Samus' sword from the ground and placed it sheathed on his side. He hadn't yet been forced to use it for fighting, meaning it was still as clean as the day he obtained it. Quill and Shortbow slung over his back, Oseya left off again, in the direction of what he hoped would be Mercia.
He walked for several hours and eventually found a road. 'Thank heavens, finally a road I may follow. Hopefully this one will actually lead to a Village of Town.' There had been many bad experiences with roads. One road he followed, not long after leaving Esaria, sent him to a mine of sorts, then shortly after another road led him to a chasm without a bridge. Oseya could really do with some luck here, he was really running out of options.
After following the road for around an hour Oseya noticed a small group of bandits hiding amongst the trees either side of the road. Amateurs. You would think someone who's life choice makes it necessary for them to be hidden would be better at concealing themselves. However, there was six of them, and no matter how well Oseya could try, he would not have won against them. So instead he ducked into the treeline in an attempt to go around them. It was as he began this change of direction that he noticed a coach moving along the road in the opposite direction. 'Great' He thought 'The bandits will no doubt have something to prey on now'
He was right, the bandits started shifting, communicating between each other. Oseya had to act. The coach didn't seem to have guards, it looked defenceless. Oseya did not want to fight anyone, but yet felt strangely compelled by some inside force to prevent this from happening. He drew his Shortbow, hoping that he would manage to hit his target as would be unusual. He loosed an arrow, and managed to fly straight past on of the bandits, who didn't even notice it. 'Oh brilliant, now I'll have t get close and get Samus' sword covered in blood.' Oseya sighed, but nonetheless drew his blade and moved quickly yet quietly towards the bandits ready to pounce on the coach. 'Oh I do hope this doesn't go horribly wrong' |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 2, 2011 17:55:20 GMT -5
Boy? How dare this cretin call Oseya a boy. He lost his childhood when Gafgarrion left him and Samus to persue his own career. And then to state that he was the better of Oseya? He may have once been a Duke, but from where Oseya was stood he was nothing more than a petty thief. It was most probable that Oseya was more skilled in fights than this man, and clearly had outsmarted the man with his very simple bag of rocks decoy. This man asked for respect, yet he has earned none in Oseya's eyes.
'A thief of your stature, close friend of the King? You are clearly far more delusional than I at first anticipated. And as for my knowledge of titles? I've been told that my parents were of some noble decent. Though, I don't remember my parents, my real ones at least. But I have travelled across many Kingdoms, and am more than familiar with the Noble ways.' He paused for a moment, thinking of Samus, and what his life would be like if he had known his real parents. What he knew of them was so little, he didn't even know their names, just that they were of noble descent.
And now to put him in his place. 'A boy I am most certainly not either. I have lived for over 1 and twenty years now, and these last few have been spent purely in the company of myself. I am no longer a boy, and if you refer to me as one again, I may have to prove my worth.' That should get his attention. Some might say Oseya was looking for a fight. This was probably true for the most part. This man didn't particularly infuriate him, in fact there was something about him that made Oseya think of himself. Still, he guessed that a thief should be able to defend onesself, and hopefully put up some fight. |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 1, 2011 17:56:34 GMT -5
'A Duke? You? I find that somewhat hard to believe.' There was no way this man stood before him was any form of nobility. Admittedly, his clothing was of a standard to which a Duke might wear, yet small failings were noticeable. Firstly, this 'Duke' had allowed the bottom his trousers to become encrusted with dirt, indicating primarily alot of walking on unpaved streets, but also that he did not have people cleaning his clothing for him. Secondly, he was only wearing one ring, and a small silver one at that, a Duke would have far more grand jewellery. A man of such high stature would also not be running around the streets of Camelot attempting to steal from citizens.
'My guess is you no longer actually hold such a title, yet you cling onto it like it is the very air you breathe, else why would you be attempting to steal from me? In reply to your question, my name is Oseya.' As he spoke Oseya extended a hand as a simple courtesy, but retracted it immediately. He did not wish to touch this hermit again. By now his sword rested once again at it's rightful place on Oseya's side, sheathed and ready to be used if necessary, left hand resting on the handle as always.
He looked at the man before him. At a distance, to the untrained eye, he could easily be mistaken for a Duke or other noble form. Well-made coat, shirt possibly linen. For a thief he sure has done well for himself. Probably been stealing for years, besides, its easy if you know who to go to. Not that Oseya would ever steal however, but the thought had crossed his mind. The life of a thief is most likely dangerous... |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 1, 2011 14:56:15 GMT -5
Still holding the rogue by the arm, sword remaining at the man's neck, Oseya realised that he wasn't squirming as much as was anticipated from a small-time thief. This made it obvious - this wasn't the first time the man had been in this situation. As he stared at the man's eyes, he noticed him staring back. They were so cold, it was almost like he was drilling into Oseya's soul with them.
'Unhand me this instant. This coat is new.' The man's voice was strong and demanding, not at all what Oseya had expected from him. Aware of the many people staring at him, Oseya let go of the man's arm and stood back, keeping his sword pointed at him. 'All of you, you look on us and see a man wielding a blade at another. You assume the worst, perhaps I am a Highwayman, or simply just a violent man ready to kill whatever the risk. You assume wrong. This man attempted to steal from me, unsuccessfully I might add. Know his face, for if he is seen again you must be wary of his actions.' After his speech to the crowd, Oseya's heart pounded faster than after a hunt.
As the crowd began to disperse, he turned to his attempted assailant, who was still stood at the end of his blade, looking strangely relaxed for a man that had just been outed as a thief. 'You might want to look at what you just took from me, I think you'll find it pleasantly surprising' Stated Oseya with a smirk. He had dealt with thieves before, finding a small bag of rocks often provided an adequate decoy. 'Now, what's you're name? I do not wish to harm nor punish you, you clearly have not much else but the clothes you wear, and we all must make a living somehow.' |
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Post by Oseya on Sept 1, 2011 13:03:16 GMT -5
How grand a place Camelot was. He'd heard stories about it from Samus, but this was far greater than Oseya could ever have imagined. As he walked through the city for the first time, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. So many people, rushing about everywhere, all with a purpose. This was so different to the quiet life of the village, where everyone was so peaceful, so dull, going around with no real purpose, no conviction. But here.. Here Oseya felt that he could finally make something of himself, get further in life, push on with his goals.
As he walked, no, strode through the market he felt free. For a moment he even let his left hand move away from the gilded blade that hung from his side, before quickly restoring it's place in a panic. He may have felt free, but he was still wary. Oseya had had too much trouble in his lifetime to not be wary of anything dangerous. The smell of a meat stall caught his attention. He laughed. Another difference he would have to live with, not having to catch his own meat all the time. Not to say he doesn't enjoy hunting, in fact he probably enjoys it too much.
As he passed the meat stall, contemplating how different his life will be once he manages to find a place to stay in Camelot, Oseya paused to see a man running towards him with pace and necessity. Before he could move out of the man's way, they collided with some force. Instantly Oseya noticed the man had taken something from him, and thus caught hold of the man by the arm, sword drawn at his neck. 'What on Earth do you think you are doing, sir? Who are you to attempt to take an item of mine?' The man squirmed, but Oseya held on to him firmly, aware of the eyes traced on them both. 'Speak, or this sword enters your neck, and I don't wish to get it soaked in blood'.
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Post by Oseya on Sept 1, 2011 11:17:17 GMT -5
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Post by Oseya on Aug 23, 2011 18:17:06 GMT -5
[/img][/center] | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Oseya
.:Nick Name:. Oz
.:Age:. 21
.:Race:. Unknown
.:Status:. Citizen
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.Dark Blonde/Light Brown scruffy hair just above shoulder length. Evenly toned body, yet at first glance seeming weak. Average white skin tone.
.:Height:. Quite tall, around 5'11"
.:Portrayed by:. William Moseley
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Oseya is strong-willed and quick-witted, yet is let down by his bad temper and constant desire to fight. He is seen as rather clumsy, except in battle, a taste for which he has developed over the years. Oseya has great skill with swords and hand-to-hand combat, and is most deadly when wieliding his own curved blade. This skill is counter-blalanced by his lack of skill with a bow, meaning he rarely uses it unless entirely necessary. Oseya also suffers severe nightmares, which can leave him distracted and occasionally weakens him during battle.
.:Strengths:. Sword Skill, Logical Thinking, Athletic, Magical Skill (Low-level Healing).:Weaknesses:. Clumsy, Bow Skill, Nightmares, Bad Tempered
.:Magic Abilities:. Low-Level Healing, The words of activation or Spells for which were all taught to him by Samus in his training.
.:Special Skills:. As above
.:Accents:. Neutral English
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.:Birthplace:. Unknown, raised in a small village on the very outskirts of the Kingdom of Camelot
.:Family:. Parents murdered when Oseya was 2 years old. He has a brother, six years older than him named Gafgarrion.
.:Occupation:. Rogue/Mercenary
.:Current Location of Residence:. None, but after arrival in Camelot proper acquires a residence.
.:History:. Born into nobility in a realm outside of Albion, not much is known of his true lineage, even by Oseya himself. When Oseya was aged 2 and Gafgarrion was aged 8, they were attacked by thieves while the family was on their way to Camelot as a gesture of good-will to the King. Both Oseya and Gafgarrion managed to run away, while their father and guards tried to defend them. After the murder, the brothers were found by an ex-mercenary and now merchant by the name of Samus and were taken to the small village of Esaria where they were then raised and trained in combat and minor magical skills; Oseya focussed on powers that would aid people. The boys remained in the care of Samus, until Gafgarrion left them at the age of 15 to pursue a life of crime. Oseya remained with Samus and continued his training. When Oseya was 18 and working at a nearby blacksmiths, Samus' house was burnt down by vagabonds and Samus killed in the process. Upon returning from the blacksmith's and finding the house burned down and Samus within an inch of life, Oseya's life took a drastic turn for the worse. With his dying breath, Samus gave Oseya his blade, forged 40 years before which had been kept safe concealed within a tree in Samus' land.
That was 3 years ago, and now after travelling between kingdoms for several years, Oseya has returned to Camelot, in order to find a stable place to reside, and eventually be given the chance to avenge his parents. In this time Oseya has continued to train with difficulty, and has faced many a fierce opponent and won. He has made limited friendships purely through necessity. He has yet to hear from Gafgarrion, and is unaware that he is even alive, let alone the deeds he has been doing since he left Oseya and Samus all those years ago. We first meet Oseya as he enters Camelot Proper for the first time, and we witness his fighting prowess shortly after...
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