Post by wilddog on Oct 26, 2010 13:08:15 GMT -5
Name: Ittohaut. Also known as The Dusk Trader (In his tongue: Sannan Bafatake)
Age: 84
Race: Demon
Allegiance: To himself. (As an afterthought) to the Hive
Occupation: Black Market Dealer
Physical Appearance:
Ittohaut is a demon, so characteristics on him tend to be alien to our eyes. His skull is shaped more like a dog’s, with snout to match. His skin is very tight on him and is pitted, like raining acid on a board of wood. He even has that wooden color to him. His pug eyes are always open, for he has no eyelids. More of slits then eyes, these holes seem to echo the place he used to live in, Hell. For they burn with a fire not usually seen here. It is a fire that cares about nothing and consumes everything. In his too wide mouth, lays razor-sharp teeth. Because they are curved inward, Ittohaut does not merely say words, he chews on them and spits them out. One will get shivers every single time he speaks. He rarely smiles, and only in cold humor. Unlike us, he has no hair on his head.
The rest of his body is equally grotesque. With the pitted skin all over his body, Ittohaut has the look of a skeleton, and a misshapen one at that. Unlike you and me, he has no bones, at least not in the middle. His bones are right next to the skin, and at times, part of the skin. They lace his body, moving when the muscles in the middle contract or pull. This makes him almost like a beetle, but with a little more flexibility. His hands are slightly larger then human’s and has six fingers, two of which are thumbs. This is just fine while grabbing objects, but for sword work, this is a curse. His legs are also different, as being more akin to goats feet then human. They do, however, have five toes each.
Being used to the underground happenings, Ittohaut is quite fine with carrying a sword. If in danger, he can wield is quite nicely. However, he prefers other people to do the dirty work, so the sword to him is a walking stick. His clothing consists of a brown cloak, hood, and gloves. His cloak used to be black, but it is now reddish brown, like it is covered with darkened clay dust. The hood is so shaped as to hide the demon qualities of his head. A side glance, he will look almost human. The gloves are just to hide his skin.
Personality: Ittohaut is a typical crook. He has no regard for rules, except that which are laid down by the Queen. Other people are of little concern to him. He hates, also, any authorities. Absolutely loathes them, to the point of being ridiculously annoying to them. And at the heart of all matters, is his lust for gold. All crooks have it, even those that say otherwise. In the end, whatever a crook does, it is for money. Ittohaut is also never satisfied. There is never enough money for him. There is another part of him, less common in the rabble. In fact, it is quite rare among us mortals. Deep down, pass the lust for gold, though much smaller then it, is the desire to do evil. He takes great joy, apart from the profits, in stealing and cheating against somebody. It fills him with what we know as satisfaction on a new creation of ours, or new achievement. Sort of a pride in us.
Being a demon, many characteristics are shown through him. First and foremost, he is never seen sleeping. Almost sleeping less then the elves do, Ittohaut usually expects his crew to feel the same way. Because demons and angels are a much older race then even the elves, they speak with archaic accent. Many thees and thous. But, Ittohaut is one of those people that rarely talk. Almost never in fact, at least not in the common tongue. So, he relies greatly on his right hand man, the Shadow. All of the people in the team have different names. None know each other by their real names. The sole exception if Ittohaut, but the rest never use that name. The Shadow is one of the few people that really relate to Ittohaut. But, demons have no words for trust.
He also, still, has an extreme hatred for angels. If anything ever happens, he will mumble “Laanci, mala'ikan” (as far as we can determine, that means, curse you, angels. However, that may not be the real ). He will often slip into this mode of speech, whenever angry or excited. People would find this odd and a bit creepy, but he is used to it. He also has no real understanding of love and friendship. But he can use it to twist people in doing his bidding. Ittohaut steers clear of the Rider’s Headquarters or the wilderness. Rabbits aren’t interested in goods, but people. And people live in cities.
History: As we all know, demons are spirits. They weave in and out of our lives, causing terror and chaos. Their chief enemy, of course, is the angel, beings that bring us joy and peace. Now, many people bring these two creatures into their religions and beliefs, but in fact, these two beings have no interest in us. In fact, those that come into our lives are either banished or sent here to die (though, both of those are usually though of as one reason they are here). However, it is curious to note that the demons that are in shades differ greatly from these demons. Those demons are from this land, as the demons that Ittohaut is a part of are from a different land (for the rest of the time, demons are referred to as Ittohaut’s, not the spirits sometimes called demons). Their real task is to gain dominance over the other. Demons live in a place whose name is so alien we humans can’t pronounce it. For this is troublesome to some, priests simply call it Hell now. Angels are the same thing, name un-pronounceable and we call it Heaven. Now, don’t ask me where they are, for I have not been there, and am not planning to for a long time. Just be content in knowing that they don’t live here. Each “nation”, if I may, are ruled by powers to immense to imagine. They fight much like us, swords, catapults, and other siege weapons. However, their magic is much more advanced then ours. Using it, they have created wonders and terrors. However, both sides are worried about sneaky maneuvers from the opposing side, they met in Jenasd to discuss certain rules. The leader of the demons and the leader of the angels hammered out rules to make this a fair fight. To us, this seems ridiculous and even a bit childish, but remember, these beings are alien to our puny understanding. The Jenasd Accords thus far are iron and absolute laws. Nobody strays from them. However, these accords do not tell what a demon or an angel should not do. Rather, it tells them what the consequences of their actions. An angel or demon that breaks a “law” is sentenced to banishment or death in our world. Those that are banished loose their powers and their respect, and are never heard of again. They also transform into grotesque humans-like forms, since demons are more spirits then actual beings. Because the Jenasd Accords only count the punishments, demons and angels must learn the rules early on. In Hell, this means School. And this is where our story begins.
Ittohaut was a normal demon. He despised his parents and they him. He had a hatred for the angels, and feared the higher powers. The other spirits around him all hated him and he hated everybody. Typical behavior in Hell. When he was of age, he was sent off to the school. There, he would learn everything he needs to know, from language to how to kill. He also learned the rules. Never piss off the Higher ups. That about sums it up. In class, he quickly rose up, partly because of his grades, but mostly because of his talents. Ittohaut could create such weapons that even the Head Master, Satan (surprise!) noticed the young spirit. He graduated with honors and came to a workshop, creating his masterpieces. The Angels started calling him, “the Angel of Death” The Higher powers of the demons paid no attention to the name. Ittohaut continued this work for years, until he made a dire mistake.
One day, Ittohaut came upon an idea so terrible, the demons paid him five times as much to produce it. They named it, well, you couldn’t understand it, and I know I don’t. Intrigued, Ittohaut started working on it immediately. However, a restless reporter decided to watch in secret over him. What became apparent from the beginning was the fact that Ittohaut was making way too many of them. The reporter turned worried and started to do some research. Not on his weapons, but the Angel’s. Like most great artists, the maker had a theme in many of his weapons. The reporter found this theme in weapons that the beings of Light used. However, the reporter fell under attack. The city he staid at was suddenly attacked by the angels and their new weapon. The same weapon that Ittohaut created. When others saw this, partly from accounts of the battle, partly because of the reporter’s notes being found, they arrested Ittohaut. Apparently, the demon sold all of his weapons, slightly modified, to the angels (hence the name ANGEL of Death), in addition to his selling them to demons. Outraged, the Demon Judge held trial that day and condemned Ittohaut to life long banishment to Alagasia for selling weapons on both sides.
Outclassed, rejected, doomed to die on this miserable piece of land we call home, Ittohaut wandered the Silent Plains. For twenty years, he wasted away. Then came a calling. In part, it was spiritual, but since Ittohaut was no longer a spirit, he ignored that side of it. But, another banished demon met him on the plains. This one lived for twenty years on this land, a feat the demons though impossible. The secret, was doing what you loved the most. For demons, that was tough. The old demon loved being alone, so he lived here. Ittohaut, continued to wander, but had a new thought. He loved money. But, a demon like him could not go out in public. Not with his body. So, he traveled to Cerioun. There, he found the beauty of the Black Market. Goods could be stolen and sold for pure profit. Naturally, this intrigued Ittohaut, and he immediately joined it. As an associate to the Hive, he worked under their laws. The Queen was his Queen. At least, outwardly. In the inside, he cared little for other people. But, he didn’t want that do get between him and a handsome profit. Gathering the name; Shadow Trader, he dominated a small gang and turned it into his helpers. Only ten of them, five humans and five elves. They came from shady pasts and all pledge themselves to the Hive and the Shadow Trader. From then on, Ittohaut became a dealer. He and his team would steal items from Cerioun and sell them for a slightly cheaper price then others. He would then keep the money.
Role Playing:
Ittohaut snarled at the men. They weren’t moving quick enough. As it was already night, nobody was likely to see them. But, these humans were moving too slow. The team has raided a ship from a foreign nation brought back textiles and silk. They were to be bought by dealers and sold at a small profit. Not the Dusk Trader though. Why pay for them when you can steal them? Already, they have acquired four cargo boxes full of imported goods. This one will be their last. The Shadow bellowed orders and the four other humans ran to follow. “You worthless bag of maggots, carefully now. Bear, stop that racket and get working” The Bear, a great brute of a man, followed orders. With something resembling ease, the men worked methodically. Ittohaut walked over to the boxes and stared into one. Inside lay another box. The men left the opening of this one to the leader. Straining, he opened the casket. In it, lay a note that read “Gatcha ya” In a frustrated voice, he cried out, well spat out, “Laanci, mala'ikan” Shaken, the crew fled.
Cursing again, Ittohaut followed them. They ran with a pace a doomed man would run, fleeing the authorities. If they would look behind them, they would see police chasing after them. Each man had different emotions playing on their face. Shadow loved the chase and felt no anxiety. Bear was too scared to think rationally. Another man though little about the chase, his mind to his daughter, of whom he was protecting. Others felt fear. Ittohaut, though, felt quite pleased with himself. He had now idea about these police, but it was is opportunity to lose his helpers. Signaling Shadow, they spun around and entered a house. Unknowing, the authorities ran right past the open door, in hot pursuit.
