About Perivolt OrnelosThe Missing Child, Part 1: Six Years Ago:
When one's family name is Ornelos, becoming embroiled in all things magic is a foregone conclusion. Perivolt is the ninth child of Trevorl Ornelos who himself is the fifth son to Perivolt's grandfather Regus Ornelos. Great-grandfather Toff Ornelos' tight grasp over the Acadamae in Korvosa as headmaster guarantees entry for any and all Ornelos who choose to pursue the arcane arts. Well, an entry attempt, at least, with much less chance of death than those with a different family name. Most of the time. Probably. Not that it mattered. There were plenty of Ornelos children to spare after all. Perivolt's father alone had had three wives at least and who knew how many mistresses. Trevorl's stance was magical lineages only got better when new magical blood is introduced, and he appeared to have made it his mission to sire children with every lineage possible if there was a drop of interesting magical heritage. Which brings us to Graykos.
Perivolt was thirteen the first time he encountered Graykos. Only three years old, Graykos had trotted over to Perivolt with surprisingly agile steps for his age as Perivolt and his older sister Redwella (daughter of Trevorl's third wife, Alana, who rumor says was once a part of the Jadwiga of Irrisen) alternated castings of the cantrip electric arc (Perivolt was a prodigy of magic even then) and ray of frost (Redwella was simply a genius with elemental ice magic) to keep a single coin aloft between them. "You are magic!," the little tyke had announced to them in case they had any doubts. The sixteen-year-old Redwella had sniffed and given the boy a frosty but slightly unsure glance, her sharp features still somewhere between girlish and womanly somehow making the imitation of her imperious and disturbingly beautiful mother less than intimidating. She blasted the coin once again coating it in a sheen of white. "Indeed we are, little boy. We are Ornelos." Clearly nothing more need be said. Perivolt had chuckled and reached up to snatch the frosted coin as it arced back to him. He held it out to the toddler while the frost slowly receded from the warmth of Perivolt's hands. "I'll bet your magic, too!" Perivolt said with a sly smile. He waited for the small boy to reach for the coin which Graykos did instinctively before Perivolt flourished his fingers and hid the coin in an age-old sleight of hand. His eyes wide, Graykos's hand stopped in surprise, and Perivolt reached out quick and seemingly pulled the coin from Graykos's left ear. The boy gasped in surprise. Perivolt winked at him and pressed the coin into his still outreached hand. "See? Look at that. You've got some magic inside you after all." "Graykos!" A woman's shriek came from one of the courtyard's entryways. A figure dressed in a kitchen servant's uniform came dashing out to grab up the three-year-old into her arms. She bowed low to Perivolt and Redwella. "I'm so sorry Mistress Redwella, Master Perivolt. My Graykos wandered off while I was busy with the food preparations. My deepest apologies." Redwella hmphed then said, "You ought pay your little one more mind, Miss-" Redwella eyed the woman until she gasped "M-Maka Brings-Blessed-Rain!" Huh, Perivolt hadn't even noticed until then: the woman and child were definitely of Shoanti origin. Redwella's eyes narrowed, "The kitchen is no place for a child. Brings-Blessed-Rain, you should know it's dangerous in a kitchen for a youngling. From whence my mother comes, a child in the kitchen is often about to be popped into the oven." She cocked her head. "Perhaps I should come and visit the kitchen to inspect how our food is being is made. Maybe even make a local delicacy from our home country of Irrisen." Redwella gave Graykos a sidelong glance and licked her lips. Maka Brings-Blessed-Rain's face turned pale. "P-please forgi-give me, my lady! I will do better." She bowed low again and retreated hastily, Graykos clutched to her chest in an effort to protect him from becoming a witchly lunch. After she had gone, Perivolt burst into laughter, slowly clapping at his dear half-sister's performance. She preened under his gaze of admiration with a self-satisfied smugness only one born of the Winter Witches could manage. "You terrified that poor woman, and now she's going to be going about her kitchen work while looking over her shoulder. If dinner gets burnt tonight, it's on you!" "Yes, yes. Burnt roast is horrible and all, but..." Redwella said tapping a long, slender perfect finger on her lips, "Did you notice? That boy looks like you." Perivolt blinked and tried to recall the toddler's features. "Well, I'll be...you're right!" He snorted and shook his head. "Damn, old man, is no pretty girl outside your range? I'm going to end up a bachelor at this rate. When I'm finally old enough to get married, I'll probably be related to any of the single girls in Korvosa!" Redwella's mouth twisted slightly. "Father really shouldn't be messing with their kind. Tribal heathens worshipping long-dead superstitions." "Hey now," Perivolt rebuked her with a look to which Redwella promptly hmphed. "If he's Ornelos, then he's one of us. When that Graykos comes up with magic out his ass, no one will give a damn who begat him. In fact," He tapped his temple with a finger before brushing his light brown hair from his eyes. "I bet the old man knows something. An honorific like Brings-Blessed-Rain? I wouldn't be surprised if that woman's got a heritage from the Shoanti shamans or something." Redwella sighed. "Yes, but I guarantee it will cause quite the stir when it comes out." His half-sister regarded him for a moment, her icy blue eyes drawing out the strange azure highlights which hid in her snow white hair. "That's why we, more specifically you, are going to look out for him." "Me?" Perivolt blurted. His dark brown eyes which he had inherited from his own mother Elsa formerly of House Fordyce widened in surprise. "Yes, Perivolt, you. I'm going to be starting at the Acadamae in a couple of years, so looking out for our secret brother is going to fall to you. We can't let the others get to him. You know this." Redwella replied calmly. "Your little parlor trick impressed Graycos, and I'm sure he's going to want to see you, well, us again." She let some magical ice drip from her finger tips. "We are magic." Perivolt chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Well, he probably is, too. Maybe we can help get his own Shoanti honorific." He swept a hand through the air, eyes wide and voice dramatic. "Graycos Mastered-All-Magic!" Pleased with his own cleverness, Perivolt laughed heartily. Redwella joined in, a rare treat. Her laugh was high and lilting, full of warmth without any trace of the cold and ice which seemed to flow through her veins instead of blood. For Perivolt it would become a wonderful memory of his sister which he would cherish: The day they made a silly little pact to guide a newly discovered brother through the dangers of childhood as an Ornelos scion. A simple promise shared between close siblings. A promise that in time would shape the rest of Perivolt's life. Perivolt Ornelos backstory continued: The Missing Child, Part 2: Two Years Ago:
Character Name: Perivolt Ornelos
Skills
Untrained Skills:
• Acrobatics +1 • Athletics +0 • Medicine +1 • Performance +2 • Religion +1 • Survival +1 • Thievery +1 --------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
Skill Feats: Arcane Sense (Background): Hobknobber General Feats: - Class Feats & Abilities: - Reach Spell (mm), Cantrip Expansion Bonus Feats: -
Prepared Spells:
Cantrips: • Electric Arc • Dancing Lights • Phase Bolt • Gale Blast • Telekinetic Projectile • Warp Step • Prestidigitation • Mage Hand (school) 1st Level:
Spell Attack Roll (T) +8 Spell DC (T) 18 Spellbook:
School: Mage Hand Cantrips: Electric Arc, Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Gale Blast, Telekinetic Projectile, Phase Bolt, Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost, Shield 1st Level: Mage Armor, Friendfetch, Horizon Thunder Sphere, Gravitational Pull, Gust of Wind, Magic Weapon -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------- Items - Starting Wealth: 15 gp • Backpack ++Bedroll ++Rope ++Torch: 5 ++Rations (2 weeks) ++Soap ++Waterskin ++Writing Set • Belt Pouch 1: ++Healing Potion (minor) ++Candle: 2 ++Flint and steel ++Chalk: 10 • Belt Pouch 2 ++4gp ++5sp ++8cp • Bolt Pouch ++Crossbow bolts: 20 • • • • • Total Cost: ? (carrying a total of ? Bulk. 5+modSTR=? Bulk. If not exceeded, not considered encumbered.) ====== From Class: • Spellbook • • • From Ancestry:
This profile's original incarnation:
Trevorl Scarhand was born in the slums to a human mother named Danivera while his elvish father sailed away on whatever ship he crewed most likely without any notion that he had begat himself a son. Without a surname (his mother had never gotten as far as to get anything more than the pretty elfman's first name before drunkenly taking him to her bed), Trevorl was named after his father, but sadly Trevorl was all she could remember of the elf named "Tre'vorlieux." Scarhand came to be on the night he was Harrowed (for his mother would not have her son be brought into this world without a proper divining!), Trevorl cried at the old witchwoman's wrinkled face and brushed his infant hand across the hot wax of a nearby candle leaving him with an oddly runic styled scar upon the back of his hand. Convinced it was a sign and a part of his Harrowing, his mother proudly proclaimed him Trevorl Scarhand, and so it had ever been.
Whatever Harrowed destiny was supposed to be wrought from an infant's mutilation has yet to manifest itself. Trevorl grew up nearly an orphan as his mother lavished her attention and love on men of all sorts and race that she devoted herself to completely, but who always left her alone and in tears, her heart broken. She blamed Trevorl when they left and would regularly strike him for not finding his destiny as his scar foretold, so that he could take care of his mother in the wealth she deserved, so her (current) lover would not leave her. With this homelife, Trevorl took to the streets to escape during the day, and he learned early and fast what kind of life awaited him there. Seemingly born with a strength belying his average size, many other children soon learned he could be dangerous, and once the magic flare-ups began to occur, the word in the alleys was Trevorl Scarhand's destiny really was starting to show. His mother caught some kind of wretched disease from one of her loves that left her disfigured and ruined, and when she came to believe no man would have her in this condition (as there was no money or materials for divine healing) she leapt from high atop some old ruins and died ignominiously. Trevorl quickly found himself playing thug to earn coin enough for the meager food and rent, though this line of work did not sit well with him. As time passed he found that as he witnessed the oppression of the poor and was even one who enforced this oppression, a desire for change and to end this very injustice of which he was a part was bubbling in the depths of his soul. During a visit to a Scarzni business, Trevorl met Garridan Jural which would change his life. Garridan saw Trevorl exhibit some his natural magic, and despite Trevorl's reason for being there managed to strike up a conversation. Quickly enough Trevorl found himself with forged papers gaining him access to an education he never expected at a magic school, and surprisingly, Trevorl found himself...interested. Garridan and he became fast friends, and Trevorl finally found an outlet for his sense of justice. Garridan regularly talked Trevorl into doing illicit things, but all in the name of the "greater good" (or so Garridan would style it, that silver-tongued devil). As long as the oppressed benefited and he could make Korvosa safer, Trevorl found that he could excuse nearly any petty crime. And then the king died, and Treorl's world turned upside down. Now, Trevorl finds himself in a dungeon locked up and having just received the spanking of his life... Locked up: The True Friends of Korvosa Story Trevorl Scarhand EK
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