The Growth of Revenge - Maglin jos'Vinn's bio...

[Maglin josVinn]

Ok... i'm going to post this thing in chapters, try to do one a day, and it should be complete in ten days... hopefully. might get busy this weekend.

 

Anyways, in review - i used to be a pretty hard core member of the band, back in the late 90s and very very early 2001/02 years... don't think very much even in 02.

 

been kinda lurking the last few years, waiting for something to inspire me to reintroduce Vinn to the DM world... and with some gentle prodding of a friend, i decided to fold and go for it! lol. we'll see what happens right?

 

anyways, i took some liberties to reserve chapter space in this document for the chapters, so its not all cut up by people replying to it at all... i hope that don't bother non of the mods. its for the sake of organization, honest.

[Maglin josVinn]

general appearance:

 

Vinn stands just under 6 foot, though with feathered cap and his riding boots, he could be confused for an aiel in height (heh). He dresses in a primary red sorta way, his hat a blood red felt, with a bleached white ostritch feather, and a pair of peacock feathers next to it. He has hair down past his shoulder blades, a mix between wavy and curly, depnding on how short it might be, tied back with a simple red leather strap. His face is angular, defined by blue eyes beneath hard eyebrows, a mustache that reaches fro the side of his face, and a pointed goatee that doesn't connect to the hair above the lip. his complexion is of a darker sort, not so much tanned as is his heritage. He wears the outfit of a coastal courtier, a ruffled light blue blouse under a red diamond patterned vest, covered with a coat matching hte cap in color. the coat itself is usually open in the front, colar turned up, heavy cuffs and edging, much akin to a sailor's great coat. There's four pockets on teh front of it, the lower two big enough for his hands, the upper two, a pipe, or perhaps something of a similiar size. His belt is wide, holding two swords over his right hip, and on occasion, one over his left. two pouches hang from the belt as well, one with tabac, the other with the nessecities of life. his breeches are of a middle quality, a deep red brown color, and tucked into the tops of turned down riding boots. the boots are brown, with black bands, and small silver medallions in the front of the ankle. He walks with a rolling gait, and seems to have a smile on his face at all times... a sarcastic one at least.

 

He drink ale with the best of them, and can be found with a small cask under his arm as often as a small silver flute in his hands.

 

Tied about his neck is an embrodieried cloth, though what it depicts is unknown, as he's never seen without it on.

[Maglin josVinn]

Prologue: Silence

 

Silently the fire burned in its place. The shadows on the walls danced, free, yet somehow captive to the light. The light creaking of wood on wood and then the sudden snap of a stick in the fire. Slowly the world came awake, as did young Maglin. He sat up, slowly of course, and shook his head. The result was a mild dizziness but the confusions of the sleep world were chased away in the end. As he did, he could see his mother, oh so beautiful, rocking back and forth in her chair, watching the fire as her hands automatically sown yet another exquisite scene of some unbelievable world. He watched for a moment, but a not so silent yawn alerted her to the otherwise quiet audience, and she turned to see him awake. She smiled once, told him to sleep more, and turned back to the fire.

 

Silence, once again. Awakened by the slight sound of crying and mourning. Maglin had closed his eyes, grieving, not understanding what was happening in front of him truly, as his mother was laid to rest in her coffin. The polished oak panels were something of a pride of his father’s, who offered only a short while from his fields to carve one last beautiful thing for his wife. The coffin itself was shrouded by one of her most magnificent embroideries. The cloth was one of a man dressed in reds, holding a slight and slender sword, watching with a look on his face that yelled anger and relief at the same time. An army of sorts, men on horse and with bows, standing over the bodies of their last conquest, bordered him in a very non-specific way. It was as if the man stood surrounded by the armies, as if he might lead them, but from a very subtle place. Maglin let his tears fall, as his mother did the same into the earth.

 

Silence. Then the thumping of something heavy nearby. Jarring like being on a very unstable horse. Then water flew through the air, crashing into his face as he coughed and sputtered. His eyes flew open, if a sluggish and lazy sort of motion could be called flying, to see blue without impurities with a depth so great that it must be the home of the creator himself. Then the sudden interruption of an ugly face, that of his father, as the man reached down and yanked Maglin to his feet.

 

“Boy! I haven’t the time to waste on you! You best be starting to turn this bloody hill before I beat you with the plow itself!â€

 

Suddenly the sun became unceasingly obvious and Maglin knew why he was laying on the hill as opposed to working it.

 

“Water father. I need water.â€

 

The man, who had started to walk away, turned back around. “What!†He walked to Maglin who fell to his knees from his lack of balance. “Boy, the crops need water, not you! Blood and ashes boy, what do you think I am, your waiter?â€

 

He reached out a slapping strike to Maglin’s head, knocking him the rest of the way down, returning the poor boy to silence once again.

 

Silence and darkness, hand in hand, as the night shrouded the truth from others. Maglin walked out from the shadow he hid himself in as he saw Mahaga walk past.

 

“Mahaga. I needed to tell you. I’m leaving. I cannot stay here.â€

 

Mahaga looked at him, and then at the hand Maglin had grasped his arm with. “Why in the bloody light would you do that?â€

 

Maglin looked back to where the far sat. “I cannot live with my father anymore. He’ll end up killing me before it’s done.â€

 

Mahaga followed Maglin’s gaze, and nodded. “Well, I don’t suppose you got any bloody idea where you are going do you?â€

 

Maglin shook his head. “But I do! I am going to go north, to the city, and become a mercenary for a caravan. Maybe after that I’ll work my way up!â€

 

Mahaga scoffed. “You will need a sword before you can do that.â€

 

The sword was in Maglin’s hand fast enough to impress the other boy. “My father’s sword. Its not much, but its sharp.â€

 

Mahaga laughed. “Maglin. I have been your friend for bloody ever, and I’m going to tell you straight. This goes past your commonly stupid antics, its bloody insane!â€

 

The silence was short this time. “I know, but I must.â€

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