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Location: Arcadia
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Likes: the Amir’s horse, beautiful women, and easy money.

Dislikes: jail cells

Strengths: his agility, cunning, resourceful, skills of an assassin

Weaknesses: women, justice with extreme prejudice, and atrocities imposed upon the poor people

Quirks/Habits: flicking his fingers when agitated

Fears: Getting caught and imprisoned for life

Goals: stay alive
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Quote (500 ch): “It is said some lives are linked across time. Connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages. Destiny.”
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Prin ti Demsiri

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Nov 22 2016, 07:41 PM
Another day… another opportunity to increase his financial status… That is if he can avoid the patrols. But even on lazy days like today, the Amir’s patrols made their rounds in the marketplace.

Prin looked around the corner, then behind him… and with one swift move, he made it to the ladder… up, up, he scurried, to the flat rooftop. And with a swift 4 steps across, he leaped into the air, bounding over the small street, where below, walked four guardsmen. Building after building, rooftop to rooftop, he bound… until… he stopped at the edge, kneeling down and looking left and right. Then with a small hop, he lept over the edge, one hand on the brick, the other waving in the air for balance… and with a thud, he landed on both feet, knees bent, in a cloud of dust that spiraled upward. With a smirk upon his face, he dusted himself off and entered the shop.



More than twenty-six winters before in Kyrenaice, the city-state upon the plains of the southern Acacus, Adalsen, a blacksmith from Shez’ra, in the northern regions of the Canas was in love with Imarin, daughter of Fareid, the Kyren Merchant. Adalsen loved Imarin more than any man should, but by fate’s cruel hand, he could not take her as his wife. So in a clash with Fareid, he killed the Merchant and enslaved the man’s wife and daughter, and made Imarin part of his house, then freed her Mother and sent her to Arcadia.

Adalsen and Imarin lived as slave and Master, yet loved more than any pair was allowed to love. Prin was the result of their love’s consummation; but he was born to a lifeless mother, given freedom, by an unforgiving father. Death in childbirth robbed Adalsen of his beloved Imarin; and he had his motherless child suckled by a woman of the house, named Erin, who had previously lost her child due to infant disease.

And over the next few years, Erin come to love Prin… but the Father endured familia pressure to be rid of the bastard. And so it was, Adalsen eventually blaming Prin for the death of his beloved wife, Erin took the toddler from Shez’ra to Arcadia. Her high hopes of locating Imarin’s mother were dashed when she discovered the grandmother had been killed by a runaway chariot not a year past. Despite Erin being a loving mother-figure til her dying day, the boy was soon forced to grow up on the streets, learning how to steal, extort, and defraud people after first gaining their confidence. He learned quick and none too soon, his “street skills” became his greatest asset.

Life on the streets was better than the chaos of child slave rings, cruel merchants, or the abuse of over-worked kitchens; and just as Arcadia has its homeless, out on the streets, Prin began to beg, but gave a portion of the food he cadged each time to one particular group of boys and girls. The children grew to trust him; befriended him; and, finally, took him on as their leader.

The relationship worked perfectly, far better than anything Prin had known among his fellow humans. He begged for food, and shared it with his group.
The royal city guards came to know of Prin's life, but could not wrest him from the streets. Many times he would escape his would-be captors.

Over the years of youth, living in the criss-crossing streets and alleys of Arcadia, developed, refined, and taught a holistic training discipline using movement using only the body and available surroundings for propulsion, with a focus on maintaining as much momentum as possible while still remaining safe. His training included obstacle courses in the market, running, climbing, swinging, vaulting, jumping, rolling, animalistic movements on all fours, and the like, depending on what movement is deemed most suitable for the given situation. People would often watch him dodge the guards by running towards a high wall and then jumping and pushing off the wall with a foot to reach the top of the wall, leaving his pursuers lingering below.

Even to this day, despite the guards valiant efforts, Prin’s skills are often displayed in vaulting over obstacles imagined too high; or jumping and landing accurately with the feet on small, or narrow, impediments; or moving from a position hanging from a wall-top or ledge, to standing on the top or vaulting over to the other side; or jumping and catching a ledge with the hands while the feet land on the vertical surface below, or using a rolling motion to help absorb large impacts.


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“It is said some lives are linked across time. Connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages. Destiny.”

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Prin ti Demsiri is 26 years old, 6 foot tall, weighing 81 kg (180 lbs), having the deep blue eyes and brown hair of the Shez’ran people. Accepted neither in Kyrenaice, the home city of his mother, nor Shez’ra, the home of his Father’s family, he has found an accepting “home” on the streets in the large city-state of Arcadia. <br>
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He is an agile member of the Arcadian streets; cunning, resourceful, with the stealth and skills of an assassin; often rumored to be an Outlaw and hire for dirty deeds done cheap. He prefers his beautiful black horse, exotic women, and easy money. He has an acrobatic athletic ability, expert swordsmanship, and likeability by the people; He is also skilled with his twin Scimitars, dagger, bow and arrows, lance, and special tools of the assassin.

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Prin is uplifting, inspiring, and charming. He is a fun person to be around, with his wit and sparkling personality, but Prin may rely too much on superficial, humorous conversation. Alas, he is extroverted and optimistic; appreciating fine clothing and jewelry, and enjoys dressing up a bit. A bit of a romantic, he falls in and out of love rather quickly. Though affectionate and giving, he must not let his charm be an incentive to play too much. Maybe he should work at developing deep and lasting relationships. Prin can be frivolous about commitments and may dramatize or exaggerate. And Prin has a distinct "lucky streak" that attracts many opportunities.


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Prin was born in the season of the frozen Hanasim; probably, late fall or early winter, some twenty-six winters afore, in Kyrenaice, a city-state on the plains of the southern Acacus, to Imarin, daughter of Demsiri, the Kyren Merchant, and her Master, Adalsen, a blacksmith from Shez’ra, in the northern regions of the Canas. Adalsen loved Imarin, but could not take her as his wife, so he enslaved her and made her part of his house. Prin was the result of their consummation; but he was born to a lifeless mother, given freedom, by an unforgiving father.<br>
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Death in childbirth robbed Adalsen of his beloved Imarin; and he had his motherless child suckled by a woman of the house, named Erin, who had previously lost her child due to infant disease. And over the next few years, Erin come to love Prin… but the Father endured familia pressure to be rid of the bastard. And so it was, Adalsen blaming Prin for the death of his beloved wife, Erin who took the toddler from Shez’ra to Arcadia. Despite a loving mother-figure til her dying day, the boy grew up on the streets, learning how to steal, extort, and defraud people after first gaining their confidence. Soon, his “street skills” became his greatest asset.<br>
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His athletic ability, swordsmanship, and likeability by the people prevented him, many times, from being imprisoned. And so it came to pass, that Abu Said Uthmann became Amir of the Rash’ani… and his oppressive manner became “the norm”. Albeit, Prin resisted… and in such became an outlaw… <i>rumored</i> to kill and maim at no discretion… hiring out to the highest bidder.


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Nov 21 2016, 04:09 PM
West by Northwest Toward the Unknown


The river, cabin, and pile of burned bodies were behind them now; though the Helix River now, was deeper than the week before when Aziz and his Master arrived, crossing it into Canas after Amalie. The decision to return to the Acacus had not been an easy one for the one that Prin rode beside, but the man could not truly understand why… She had not divulged the details of the reasons, and he would not ask… not yet. And as thoughts of her cross his mind, he veered his eyes toward her, the slight movement of his head was barely noticeable.

Back in lands of the Acacus, the trio was now heading west… and an hour or so, they would turn southwest… then it would be a straight line for the City. A straight line on a map did not always interpret the true course upon a horse… and even more erratic would be their trek. They definitely would not make it easy for those that would track them, to guess their destination and route. A smirk crossed his face as he thought about their unpredictable route and the lessening of opportunity of ambush offered to those desiring a bounty.

As for the week he had spent with her, it had been worthwhile… dangerous but worthwhile… and assuredly, such would continue to occur until they could petition safety unto the King. How that would occur, or when, was blurry, even to a seer.

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“…we should know our limits and how far we can stretch ourselves to survive."


Her words echoed in his brain and he looked at her again. It was true, and no one knew his or Aziz’s limits better than he… but Amalie’s? He was willing to find out. And just how much of her former self was embedded beneath that hard and rough exterior. Surely the scars she bore, the ones his fingers had traced in their intimate moments, would minimal upon her psyche… and that the rainbows would come out. – Now he was being the optimist instead of the Realist

What the hell, it was his prerogative to want the best for her… he loved her !!
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