percystrouds

[percystrouds]

avan jogia . cis-male . he/him . wasn’t that perseus stroud walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the spy/assassin from the ottola empire out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they’re notoriously irreverant, whilst also managing to be quite intrepid. the thirty year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are not vrajiit. it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of a winning card game when the stakes are too high, a cluster of old wounds twisting like pale vines across his back, a sharp-toothed grin before he speaks - “is that a knife or are you just happy to see me?”. great to see the crow around, isn’t it ?

CHARACTER STATS:

FULL NAME: Perseus (Percy is preferred) Stroud.

AGE: Thirty.

BIRTHDAY: 07 February 120 a.d.

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis-male (he/him).

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Your guess is as good as mine.

VRAJIT: N/A.

RELIGION: N/A.

KINGDOM: Ottola Empire.

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: Intrepid, Ambitious, Clever

THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: Irreverant, Selfish, Calculating

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age: Origin), Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean), John Murphy (The 100), Billy Butcher (The Boys), James 'Sawyer' Ford (Lost).

MBTI: ESTP

EIGHT TV TROPES: Wild Card, Punch-Clock Villain, Death Seeker, Tattooed Crook, Lovable Rogue, Gallows Humour, Artful Dodger, Card-Carrying Villain

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

HEIGHT: 5′10″

EYE COLOUR: Brown.

HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: Also brown, medium-length, unkempt.

CLOTHING STYLE: Typical style features laced-up leather boots, a blouse in which the buttons have fallen away, a penchant for leather. See here, here and here.

EXTRAS

tw death, loss.

- born to a fisherman and wife, percy grew up more familiar with the smell of sea salt than the lavish perfumes associated with nobility. he saw little of the confines of the city, a stranger to cobbled streets, preferring to sit by the docks and listen to the tales his mother would spin. whilst the family were depicted as penurious, they often fed from the fish which did not sell on market stalls. when the fisherman died - presumably from disease - food became scarce and percy's mothered ushered him to the street to beg.

- eventually, the boy was seized by a passing guard he attempted to pickpocket. they held him by the scruff of his collar and heckled every swing of his arms. the spirit of a feral cat, they would howl. taking pity at the sight of protruding bones and a god awful stench, they returned him to the empire and raised him as their own - or rather, they provided a sword and raised him as a weapon. he slept no better, tossing and turning at the thought of his mother. she was a name on their lips, attached by a thread to the city's brothel. a community which grew familiar with housing the impoverished.

- as he aged with the seasons and both swordsmanship and trickery developed, percy was tasked with far more complex duties - all of which came with the promise of coin. thievery, murder, no challenge too great; dangle a coin purse before him like a thread before a feline. whilst he speaks of this job fondly, disclosing stories around the fire with his fellow rogues, they do not utter the nightmares which plague them; where they're captured at knife-point and the lashes to their backs form scars.

- his latest mission is what excites him most - for none are ever foretold to last quite as long - but a spy for the ottola empire is one which could span years. their curiosity is piqued by what exists within walochnia, tales of vrajit lurking behind these walls, coin so plentiful he'll never feel the ache of hunger again. for now, he pretends to be but a mere merchant - a fisherman by trade, of course. though he can be typically found in the far corners of taverns, hustling strangers out of their coin with his greatest weapon: a full deck of cards.