Aljan Moonbrow and IsandroName: Isandro Espinosa
Age: 24 years
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9''
Companion: Aljan Moonbrow
Pocket Griffon: Fort
an inquisitive pocket griffon who likes all things shiny... as well as Aljan's mane feathers.
Physical Appearance & Apparel:Complexion: Dark Olive
Hair: Black, slightly longer, worn in ponytail
Eyes: Black
Distinguishing Features: Curved scar beneath left eye, very lithe and agile.
Apparel: Black pants, white shirt, designed for freedom of movement, darker gray cloak and long black boots.
Magic Type: Was originally going to have him as a water magic user, but the temptation of the trouble I could get him into with air magic was just too strong to resist *laughs at the idea of Isandro with mind-reading and thought suggestion capabilities*
Skills & Abilities: Professional thief, efficient at a variety of things like slight of hand, lock picking, knife and general fist fighting, and other theft related skills. Can play the guitar, used the practice to help with the dexterity of his fingers.
Strengths & Weakness: Pending
Personality: Good natured rouge, is someone who tends to lead people astray, but not in a malicious fashion. Teases and mocks more often than not, seeing the funny side of most situations, including ones that make him deal with authority figures and his complete disregard for them. Usually does what does simply because he can and felt like it at the time, isn't restricted by societies rules of right and wrong, not to imply he doesn't have his own code of ethics however.
In the brief time spent with his mother, she managed to instill a decent size respect for women. He would never intentionally harm one, so even though his casual partners may have wished for more in a relationship, Isandro never implied that he was willing to give any more than he gave.
Relationships: I'm going to wait and see how things go within the rp
Character History and Back Story:Where on earth is your companion from? Barcelona, Spain
What era is your your companion from? Born in 1886 - so it is 1910 where he comes from
What first brought him and his unicorn together?/Back Story:***
It was a dark night out. A dark night for dark deeds. A rat scurried away from the sound of booted feet along an alley, their leather soles setting a steady rhythm on the cobbles in the otherwise quiet night. No one made much noise here, they new better than to draw attention to themselves. A pair of dark eyes watched the newcomer with an almost predatory gleam, noticing every detail that near screamed the fact that he didn't belong here. His clothes were too clean and of a too fine a cut than those seen in these places, and more interestingly to our dark eyes, the subtle clink of coins in a purse somewhere on his person.
Moving with stealth born from years of practice, the watcher followed his prey along the streets of Barcelona in 1910, moving from shadow to shadow of the surrounding warehouses. Heading further into the city away from the docks, the watcher began to herd the man to an alley in particular. These streets where like a maze, and one wrong move on the man's part would see him lost until well after morning, more than enough time to strip him of his valuables. A flicker of movement to his left caught his attention and he swore. A rival thief with an eye for his prey. This had to be dealt with, he couldn't allow his nights work to be poached. Swiftly changing direction the watcher began to intercept his rival, leaving the man to his own devices, confident he would find him quickly enough after dealing with the third wheel to their party.
Scaling one of the smaller buildings he began gaining ground on his rival, choosing to attack from above. Even from this minor height, the smell of the sea was strong, and the salt air washed over him as he watched his rivals progress.
Inept. he thought to himself, cringing as the second thief knocked a crate, alerting the man to the fact he was being followed, even if he couldn't see who was following. The sound of his quickened footsteps reached even the rooftop, but still the rival thief followed, pushing faster and making mistake after mistake because of it.
Why oh why, Isandro, why now, why tonight, why is it you who has to deal with second rate thieves trying to poach your mark? Sighing to himself, Isandro rose from his crouched position and moved to the roof of the adjoining building. As much as he disliked the prospect of the new task he had, he couldn't avoid it. Poaching wasn't allowed, and if you couldn't tell if a mark was being followed or not, you weren't ready for that mark, and should stick to easier targets.
Reaching an alley, he climbed down just in time to see the man pass, and ducked into a doorway to avoid being seen, should the man glance or even turn down this way. He didn't, and Isandro moved silently towards the entrance of the alley, waiting for the second thief to arrive. His treasured possession, a knife of high quality, slid easily into his hand, the leather bindings of the hilt a familiar presence to his hand. As he readied to launch his surprise attack, Isandro got a surprise of his own. An impact from behind sent him sprawling forwards, and he only just managed to catch himself before he landed face first into the larger alley.
'Now
friend, you would'na be thinkin' of interferin' with my lad while he's workin', now would you?' An older thief materialized, seemingly from thin air, into the alley.
Hmph, who were you calling a second rate thief, Isandro? How did I not notice that I was being followed? The thief in question slipped past the alley, noticing neither his mentor or Isandro, or how close he had come to his end. The sound of a scuffle, a gurgled cry and a thump as a body fell to the ground soon followed.
'Well, if I was
friend, clearly that path is no longer available. If you wish for no one else to 'interfere' with your 'lad' I recommend you teach him some manners. That was my mark, and like many other thieves, I don't appreciate poachers.'
The older thief bristled at Isandro's tone, silky and full of disdain at his apparent lack of knowledge of the workings of Barcelona's thieving community. Isandro himself was all calm and collected, and that seemed to irritate the older thief more.
'I'll teach you manners, you arrogant scum!' In his rage, he launched himself at Isandro, a knife of his own now in his hands. Stepping backwards to avoid the brunt of the attack, Isandro spun as the older thief slashed the air where he had been a second before, dodging the blade. The older thief was still fast, even in his rage, and lashed out with his left hand, catching Isandro with a sharp blow to his lower jaw which sent him reeling in his unbalanced state. Throwing his hands in front of his face as he fell forward, Isandro slammed into one of the warehouse's doors with a loud crash, breaking the mildewed and rotting timber. He fell...
***
The fall wasn't right somehow. It had almost seemed like he had fallen through water, except it wasn't wet. If anything, it tingled. Also where he landed wasn't right. He was expecting dirt or a timber floor, but he found himself face first in grass a shade of green you didn't see within the city. Rolling over with a groan, what he saw next wasn't right either. He should see the roof of the warehouse, but he eye's seemed determined to show him nothing but blue skies, complete with a white fluffy cloud floating within his line of vision. A large black nose interrupted the clouds flight path.
'Do you have a name, human creature?' Apparently his ears weren't working either. Deciding to see if sitting up would help, he turned around to see who else had managed to sneak up behind him today, he wasn't liking the trend.
'I said, do you have a name, human creature?' Looking at the speaker properly, Isandro almost wished he hadn't. It was a horse of sorts, a horse with a horn.
Unicorn. He remembered the term from the stories he'd read to his younger sister. She had always loved those stories, driving him and his younger brother near insane with them after their parents had died of cholera, leaving Isandro alone to raise them.
'Uh... Isandro?'
'Are you sure? You don't seem sure, Isandro-human-creature.' Mirth showed clearly in the unicorns tone, you could hear the smile, along with the way his eyes would be dancing.
'No, quite sure, Isandro Espinosa.'
I think I just might have hit my head in that fall. A quiet laugh followed, coming from deep within the unicorns throat.
'Well in that case, Isandro Espinosa, welcome to Kalidore. I am Aljan, Aljan Moonbrow.'
