↠ THE PLAYERName: Latroma
Contact: https://www.plurk.com/LatromaOver 18? Yes
Other characters: Chocolat Misu
↠ THE CHARACTERName | Alias: Reaver | Reaver (His birth name is long forgotten and not listed in canon)
Journal: www.dragonstomper48.dreamwidth.org
Age: Approximately 280 years of age. Per the wiki, Oakvale's destruction due to Reaver's deal with the Shadow Court happens about 200 years before Fable II, and about 50 years stand between Fable II & III. With his age permanently set to a young middle-aged man's in appearance, it is reasonable to assume he's about this old.
Canon: Fable II & III
Canon point: Post-Game of Fable III
History: (
http://fable.wikia.com/wiki/Reaver for cross-reference)
Note on Canon: Both the prior heroes chose the most 'noble' routes, defying Reaver's preferences.
Second Note: I am apping, as long as it is acceptable, as Reaver being knowing, willing and intentional in signing his contract to come to Lagun. This place is right up his alley.
Reaver, the “Hero of Skill” in Fable II was born in Oakvale sometime after Fable I's events. According to his diary, he became afraid of the ravages of time and sought out the Shadow Court. There, he begged them for a cure to aging, one that they granted at a terrible price. He was to sacrifice the youth of another in his place every year, failure meaning that his life would be forfeit to them, and the initial price was the lives of all of Oakvale, destroying the city and his loved ones, creating the fetid swamp of the Wraithmarsh. After the initial horror faded, Reaver set out upon his own path, becoming a master of his Heroic bloodline in Skill, a true master of firearms. He used these skills to assassinate the former Pirate King and claim his place and vessel, utilizing the tactic of killing vessel captains by rifle from incredible range to capture vessel after vessel and becoming the wealthiest landowner in Bloodstone, well known for his hedonism and calculated sadism towards his enemies.
His first empire, as Pirate King, was partially destroyed when Lucien Fairfax attempted to destroy both he and the Hero of Bowerstone, Sparrow. After coercing Sparrow to give up their youth for his deal that year, rather than allowing some stranger to age in their place, Reaver ultimately sided with the Hero and helped to bring down Lucien's Spire once and for all. With his current empire sufficiently damaged, however, he went on sabbatical with Garth to the island of Samarkand for a time, before returning to Albion once more, this time to rebuild his name as an industrialist.
In becoming one of the primary financiers and industrialists of Albion, Reaver gained considerable support from the elder son of Sparrow, Logan. Though the two did not especially respect each other, the wealth he provided was of great benefit in Logan's attempt to prepare for battle with an otherworldly threat in the south called the “Darkness.” A civil war between Logan and his younger sister, who proved to have the hero bloodline of Sparrow in her, saw Reaver initially on Logan's side, though he would not stick his neck out too far, and ultimately escaped reprisal when the Princess emerged victorious. He turned his financial empire towards protecting Albion, despite being frequently ignored by the throne, seeking to keep his investments intact in the process. In the final battle, he departed to the Wraithmarsh once more to fulfill his arrangement with the Shadow Court, confident that the Hero of Albion would emerge victorious.
Personality: Reaver is no longer the young man who once was horrified at the price of his immortality. Whatever glimmers remain of his old self are felt in rare nightmares, shelved deep in his subconscious. As his dairy states, that naive young man died long ago and only the Pirate King Reaver remains. He is an arrogant, amoral, charismatic, deviant, depraved sociopath with jaded sensibilities. Over two centuries, he has sacrificed the youth and life of not only everyone he ever loved, but a new soul every year, and the countless deaths he has caused has hardened him from the humble man of his youth into a man who sees no value in philosophical or ethical debate, other than a colorful curiosity. He still fears death in a distant sense, but after centuries he has become more of a picture of eternal ennui and boredom, seeking new experiences and new challenges to occupy his sometimes weary mind.
He has almost no ethical restraints on his actions, and protestations or accusations by others, whether they be the employees in Albion he has shot and treated almost as slaves, or the victims of his deplorable acts as the Pirate King of Bloodstone, have been met only with amusement. He is casual in his depravity and occasional acts of violence, simply not caring if his acts are good or evil, having learned that what it means to be a “Hero” in his world is not good or evil, purity or corruption, but do what must be done and to have the means to do it. Curiously, however, he has never been known to take a lover against their will, his confidence being too great to accept rape. The world is full of beauty and if one denies him, there will be countless others he can turn to to fulfill his wishes, so why stoop to such an act, or so his thinking goes.
He is a necessary evil, and he knows it and relishes watching others scurry about in their desperate attempts to be noble and save others, finding it more amusing than anything else. He takes, manipulates, kills and does what he wishes, growing more powerful always and rebuilding his empires as if living a charmed life. He is always ruthless and pragmatic in his dealings with others in conflict, and otherwise indolent and debauched when at leisure, whether it be as Pirate King or the man who claimed Faraday Industries and renamed them after himself.
He has seen it all, living out the experiences of generations of lesser men, and tends to view everyone with a bit of contempt unless they somehow prove themselves his better in some fashion. He never shows open fear of anyone, and seems to consider himself immune to reprisal, in part because in two hundred years he has never truly had anything but his reputation smeared or damaged. He is flippant towards almost everyone, regardless of what they say or do to him, and only takes things seriously when they merit his concern. His egotism knows almost no bounds, but his self-confidence is unmarred by those who try to damage it. He is intelligent and well-read, peppering his advanced vocabulary into his speeches, with fragments of other languages he has studied at times. He does not often speak at great length, however, unless someone manages to interest him.
He is an ambitious man, but not seemingly out of any sort of desire to be a man of great power or prestige. Given the scale of his talents, the potential that he had at various points to achieve more than he did is quite high. Instead, rather, he would seek out new experiences, new horizons and new opportunities. Once he holds a seat of enough wealth and power, he becomes less restless, simply abusing the limited power to get more of his cheap thrills. This all works as long as he has enough wealth with which to slake his every jaded and debauched whim, and also pit him against ever increasingly dangerous threats who might potentially pose a fragment of a challenge. Whether the Hero of Albion or Bowerstone, or the Pirate King or Logan, so long as he has a challenge and enough power and wealth to get what he wants, he becomes content with his greatness, his ambition having something to do. Only when the full extent of his abilities is brought to bear does he become more animated and interested, taking such a challenge with almost visible glee. Few are the people who ever get his attention for longer than a short period.
Abilities and Nerfs: As the “Hero of Skill,” Reaver possesses one of the main bloodlines of the “Heroes” of Albion flowing in his vein. Hailing from an era even before that of the Hero of Bowerstone, his bloodline is still particularly strong compared to others that would become diluted in the centuries afterwards, but is limited to the 'path of Skill.' This means he cannot marshal Will (magic) or Strength beyond that of a man in the peak of physical condition, but as a specialized bloodline he has a particularly solid gift in Skill.
The Bloodline of Skill grants its wielder precision, speed, accuracy, dexterity and perception beyond that of normal humans, along with an increase in natural height above that of normal people. Reaver is demonstrated in combat to have an almost casual accuracy with firearms and blades, shooting multiple targets with ease at extraordinary distance. His reflexes are well beyond human, as seen in Fable III when he was able to deflect a bullet with his cane. The speed he possesses does not match that of a cheetah, or other beast, but certainly exceeds normal human levels, while his reaction time, balance and precision are into superhuman levels, his main limitation being his current choice of firearms.
Reaver has also made a proverbial deal with the devil, or more accurately the Shadow Court. So long as he fulfills his obligations annually to them and gives a victim to age in his place once a year, he will never age.
Nerfs: I see no need to nerf his abilities, but I would like to discuss his deal with the Shadow Court. As I am apping him as being a willing and even eager guest of the Lagun station, may part of his contract include that an arrangement is made to have a victim submitted to the Court once per year on the appropriate date in his stead? That way the concern can be handwaved (as it becomes something of an obsession each year for him close to the date.).
Inventory: -One Dragonstomper .48 pistol, a 6-shooter, .48 caliber magazine pistol of incredible quality. While antiquated, it could hold its own with modern 6 shooter firearms of similar caliber. He would prefer not to surrender his ammunition, and will agree not to shoot anyone on station for obvious reasons, but will surrender it if it is considered necessary.
-Ample Clothing of a particularly Victorian and steam-punk sense of fashion.
-Cosmetics, also of a fairly Victorian style.
-A considerable quantity of sheepskin condoms
-Reading and Writing materials
By Reaver's standards, he is 'slumming it' when he arrives, but he accepts that this is part of the deal he is making in coming to the station. Besides, it isn't the first time he's had to build a new empire from the ground up, and the man was getting bored at the lack of challenge he faced in Albion lately.
Appearance: Dapper, confident and chiseled, Reaver cuts an impressive figure. He stands head and shoulders over everyone around him. When compared to the tallest characters in the game, his relative height would be around 7'2”-7'3”. Lithe, muscular and well-built, he has a sort of eternal youth to him, his strong chin and proud bearing showing nothing of the ravages of time. He has lustrous black hair and brown eyes and a beauty mark on his left cheekbone. He does not slouch, and walks calmly and with an arrogance that some find charming, while others find it offensive.
Reaver dresses in the finest of clothes available, the height of current fashion. He is accustomed to wealth and ostentation, and displays it with pleasure but not garrishness. His choices reflect a refinement that comes from centuries of observing the wealthy and powerful. He does not cover himself in gold or jewels as if he had something to prove, but rather indulges in whatever takes his flight of fancy and relishes the finer things in life. His favored clothes in Albion were fur-lined coats as part of a three piece, booted ensemble resembling Victorian England distantly, with a tall top-hat to further place his height above all around him.
Five Desires: -The absolute most cutting edges of fashion in Lagun, perhaps even the 'newest thing' that is about to come into fashion.
-Delicacies of other worlds
-Modern, high-end and designer recreational drugs and aphrodisiacs, preferably non-addictive varieties.
-His Cutlass
-Permission to Own a Business in the station (I am aware that this is something that may take longer to achieve, and will require the wealth along with it to afford to own it, but Reaver is always an empire builder in canon, and would seek to try and establish himself here as long as he is present.)
Samples: 1)
https://memesinspace.dreamwidth.org/4145.html?thread=3855665#cmt38556652) Reaver settled himself into a comfortable, attractive chair and stared out at the starscape through the room's window with an almost languid air. The sight of the brilliant stars was as novel as it had been a week ago, like an eternal night with myriad pinpoints of light as far as the eye could see, none of them in familiar constellations that he could recognize. He had had vacuums explained to him, and had sighed at the thought that he could not wander in that pristine, beautiful wonderland, but there was ample here to occupy his attention.
Speaking of those diversions, he cocked his head and turned it towards the other soul who had entered the restaurant and been seated with him. This seating roulette was oh so ham-handed, but at the same time delightful in that it offered him new people to play with, to tease and prod in an attempt to find something entertaining. Was this one to be yet another banal, boring soul who wished not to be here and pretended that they did not enjoy the things they so clearly relished, or were they going to be already deliciously depraved? It was always hard to say.
Reaching for the decanter of cognac that had been brought to the table, he poured for them and nodded with an unctuous smile. The amber liquid glistened and ran down the crystal of the glass slowly, showing the quality of the drink, always the best. “Now then,” he said, breathing in and wafting the smell in from the drink so that its bouquet was his. The hint of aphrodisiacs were there, but he did not care. He didn't need recreational drugs like those, but they could be fun in their own way. “Why don't you tell me your name?”
He was hoping today to be surprised, but if it was like most days, he was not expecting it.
