Full Name |
Tenpenny |
Race |
Gear-man Kogata |
Classes/Levels |
Ninja 4 / Mysterious stranger 1 |
Gender |
Male |
Size |
Small |
Age |
7 |
About Tenpenny
Tenpenny was happy and content early in his existence. As the treasured plaything of a young lord's daughter, Tenpenny was well loved and cared for. He grew to love the little girl, even at times wishing he could be a human and wed the lord's daughter when she came of age. All changed for the toy, though, when vile mercenaries broke into the lord's tower to kidnap the young girl for ransom. They hadn't expexted the lord to be home; a fight ensued and the lord's daughter, Eyrine, perished in the crossfire.
Darkness was the toy's only companion for the years following the death of his owner. He was discarded by the Lord, who couldn't bear to be reminded of the innocent joy that had been in his daughter's heart. Tenpenny called the streets his home, and took to using his natural abilitites to protect those denizens of his new home who were in distress. The toy even went out of his way to find those weaker than him whom he could champion, in order to fill the hole in his heart. It was in these streets that he first tasted revenge, when he happened upon a man he recognized as one of those who broke into the lord's tower that ill-fated night. Tenpenny used his newfound skills to kill the man, and his heart soared with the thought that Eyrine had seen what he'd done and beamed with pride. Though Tenpenny was created to be of a pleasant nature, his desire for vengeance tempered his goodness with a darker side.
The lost toy learned a great many things from his time on the streets, among them dark arts of poison and stealth. He grew an indomitable will in his pursuits, which brought him to the attention of the great leaders of Tong Shi. His will and his purpose now work for fhe elite guards of the great kingdom, and he constantly evolves in his new role. Vengeance, though, is never far from clockwork mind.
Tenpenny was named by Eyrine ahen she had heard her father's bankers in discussion. She had thought the term so silly that she had fits of giggling for hours, and decided to name her favorite toy the same, so that she'd never forget the funny word. The toy was created to appear as a cheerful satyr, roughly the size of a large adolescent. His appearance was meant to instill dreams of fey fancies and myth, but it now more often than not is grave and severe.