Michael Frodrick (Dro)
Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:32 am
Player Name: Cole
Character Name: Michael Frodrick but very few people know his real name. Michael is more commonly referred to as "Dro"
Character Age:22
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Affiliation: Tarsis
Character Location: West Coast, Eyropa
Character's Physical Appearance: Slightly Athletic, Stands 6'2", Deeply Tanned to the point of almost looking sunburned. Michael has dirty blonde hair with bright blue eyes. Weigh's 155 pounds. His only distinct feature is a large red scar that goes from the base of his neck all the way up to his left jaw joint.
Character Possessions:
-He carries a dagger for self defense and a makeshift crossbow (kind of like a wooden slingshot with a handle and trigger) that fires sharp, Iron stakes for assassination contracts. The crossbow is dangerous and unreliable as Michael always runs the risk of the iron stake being reloaded improperly causing premature firing.
-He has a vast wardrobe of clothes, that are kept in the houses of the people who are sympathetic to the Tarsis, for a quick change of appearance in the event of a pursuit from a law enforcement official.
Character Strength's:
-Michael is an exceptional salesman, people are drawn in by his fluent grammar and clever word choices. Michael can be very influential both in a threatening and charming manner.
-He is considered advanced at mathematics and is, considered by some, a genius of the drug economy.
-Michael has his faithful and well-trained dog with him at all times. Her name is Saraphina and is of an unknown breed. Visually, she could be compared to an exceptionally large Chow. However, with the psychotic magical events that have taken place, chow's were lightly cross-breeded with werewolves. Saraphina is nowhere near as powerful as a werewolf, but, her jaws and teeth are stronger, her claws are sharper, and she is more sentient than other canines. As well as exceptionally large. Saraphina is used by the Tarsis for tracking down thieves and sniffing out drugs.
Character Weaknesses: -Michael is, secretly, a very paranoid individual. You wouldn't be able to tell from his socially cool demeanor and lackluster attitude, however, his drug trafficking and employment with the Tarsis has made him a target for many drug gangs.
-Michael is deeply depressed, although this is not apparent on the outside. His "friends" are business partners and anyone else he meets are just new prospects for his drug business. Sarah, his past love, has given up hope on seeing Michael again and is now pursuing another relationship. Furthermore, Michael's affiliation with the Tarsis has forbade him from creating relationships with anyone because of their need for Michael to be flexible and mobile at a moments notice.
-Michael is very moderate when it comes to any kind of combat. He can fight on his own, his chances are always about 50/50. But he usually prefers to have another dealer of the Tarsis at his side. Otherwise, Michael resorts to silent murder. A "dagger to the back" if you will.
Character History: In his younger years Michael had been a faithful citizen of Marn, he was home schooled by his two step parents and worked as an apprentice blacksmith during his teenage years in the Industrial District of Marn.
But that is just the gist of his youth.
During his home schooling Michael took a passionate interest in mathematics and was gifted with the fast fluency of the native tongue, school was never a challenge for him. However, what was a challenge for him, was trying to figure out the dark history behind his last name. Frodrick. His step parents had always told him that they would tell him what they knew of his real ancestry when he was old enough, but that wasn't good enough for Michael. Michael spent all of his spare time consumed with the investigation of his ancient last name, but always came back with nothing. The libraries and public document offices were highly unreliable, the only documents which might've been more reliable were kept inside Justice Hall which was, obviously, strictly off limits.
This denial to grant Michael access to those documents led to the beginning of Michael's hate for the Marnian Government.
When Michael reached the age of fourteen, in the public library of Marn, his path crossed with a middle-aged human blacksmith by the name of Jeremiah Smith. Jeremiah came to the library often to appropriate books to feed his daughter's passion for literature. Michael was always consumed with his studies and never took the time to notice any commoner's in the library, but Jeremiah did. Finally, while Jeremiah was returning books one day, he saw Michael for, what seemed like, the hundredth time and decided to go speak to the young man.
After introducing himself, Jeremiah realized what a bright young man Michael was and was drawn in by the tone and fluency of Michael's words. This was the perfect man for his daughter.
On the next day, late afternoon, a young woman came and sat across from Michael on his table, opened a book and began to read. Michael was caught off guard by the sudden company, the tables were free for anyone to sit in, but there were many other tables that were empty and Michael preferred solitude. The girl did not say anything and kept reading. Michael was not about to give up his seat, so he continued to read in silence as well, not giving the woman another thought. Or so he thought.
For five more days the woman came to the library, sat across from Michael and the awkward silence continued.
Finally Michael, being fed up with the annoyance, asked the girl if he could help her with something. When the girl finally looked up at him Michael was struck with what a pretty woman she was, brunette hair, green eyes and an average body type. Not gorgeous, but definently a striking woman.
"My father wanted me to get out, " she had said. "he said you would probably like some company and that I might like you. But it's obvious you don't want company and I don't like you, so I'll sit here for another day or two so my father knows I gave it a chance."
Michael had felt like an idiot. He was soo embarassed that he looked back down at his book, pretending to read, and didn't say anything. After another couple of moments the girl got up and began to collect her things. "Actually," she had said. "It's not worth a couple more days."
Michael's stomach sank, as she began to walk out Michael desperately searched for something to say to her, but came up with nothing. He didn't want to sound desperate or sorry for the way he had acted, but he didn't want to be a jerk either. In that moment Michael began to think of where he was going after he was done at the library. Back home. Back home with no answers and a dim future. Or he could take a chance and do something different with his day that he had never tried before.
"Wait," Michael said. The one word that defined their relationship that blossomed. The one word that would define their relationship to come. Wait.
Jeremiah was astonished that his daughter, Sarah, had actually found someone she could connect with and was ecstatic. Just being his daughter's friend, Jeremiah began to treat Michael as if he was his own son and eventually began to see a lot of potential in Michael and offered him a job as a Blacksmith's Apprentice. When Michael accepted the job Jeremiah took him under his wing and would mentor him for the next 3 years.
During these 3 years Michael began to realize just how corrupt and evil the government of Marn really was. People he knew would vanish out of thin air and would always be last seen entering Justice Hall. Michael eventually came across a copy of the "Vitiable Paragon" and silently joined the underground resistance of Marn. Sarah shared Michael's feeling with the corrupt government and, she too, began to read each publication of the newsletter religiously as often as possible.
"So why did you not want to talk to me when we first met in the library?" Sarah had asked as Michael and her threw pebbles into the Ofriyu Mar. It was spring now, and the river couldn't have looked more beautiful. 2 years had passed since the awkward silence in the library.
Michael pondered Sarah's query. Why hadn't he talked to her? Was he scared? No that wasn't it, in fact he had thought she was weird and annoying. "I just wasn't looking for anyone at the time," Michael answered. "You kinda popped out of nowhere."
One thing Michael liked most about Sarah was that she enjoyed silence as much as he did and it wasn't awkward anymore, which was definently a plus.
After a few moments of that Michael decided it was appropriate to ask her the same question. Sarah thought about an answer for about as long as he had.
"I didn't trust you," she had finally answered. "It's taken a lot of time for me to be able to trust you, as a friend of course."
Sarah had always felt it necessary to add that statement to the end of every sentence that could've been understood as something affectionate, and Michael was content with that. "What made it soo hard?"
Sarah's cool demeanor tensed over and seemed to think about whether she wanted to answer that or not.
"My mom," she answered with wavered voice. "One day she was there, the next day she wasn't"
Michael didn't feel the need to press that subject any further, it obviously was upsetting her.
Somehow Sarah and Michael had always understood the silence between them.
"Thank you." she said giving Michael a hug.
"For what?" Michael asked embracing her.
"For being here."
Almost near the end of this 3 year period, a traveling trader entered Marn with a litter of puppies that he would sell to anyone for the right price. Luckily, Michael had been saving the money he earned from blacksmithing since the day he started. Why? Well, because he had nothing to spend his money on. But when Michael first laid eyes on the white fluff-ball that curiously looked back at him, he immediately fell in love. Michael dropped half of his savings on the traveler that day and was awarded with what will be Michael's most faithful companion for the rest of his life, Saraphina.
Only two weeks after that, Michael had walked out, in the dead of night, behind his house to read the latest publication of the Vitiable Paragon with only a small candle to expose the words on the page. Reading the newsletter at any part of the day was too risky and a candle light could be seen through the house windows at night which could attract the attention of a passing guard. But on this night, Michael was spotted going behind his house by an over-zealous, nosy, Pro-Marn fanatical. The citizen approached Michael from behind, quietly, and got a glimpse of the newsletter's title. The citizen immediately ran to the streets screaming for a guard causing Michael to drop the publication in alarm. Michael quickly realized that he was doomed and that his only chance of surviving was to take what he could carry with him and flee the city.
Michael scooped up his puppy and had to make the most difficult decision of his life. He and Sarah had seen each other every day for the past 3 years and Michael realized right then that he had been in love with her since he first spoke to her at the library table. He had no time to say goodbye, for her saftey, he would have to leave her behind.
Michael made a mad dash to the cities exit, with the crazed citizen chasing him the entire way. Michael panicked, the citizen was as fast as he was and was dead set on getting him arrested, he could not get away. In a frantic moment of discernment Michael stopped, wheeled around, unsheathed his dagger and jammed it into the heart of his pursuer who had too much momentum to stop himself in time.
Michael was met with the horrifying sight of a dying mans last moments. Bulging eyes, gasping breath and silent whimpers. As the citizen dropped to the ground, Michael stared in horror at the blood on his clothes and on the face of his innocent puppy. The mark of much more bloodshed to come.
With a new nightmare burned into his memory, Michael escaped the town that night with nothing but his dog and the blood stained clothes on his back.
Michael found his way to Keltaris, Eyropa where he quickly made a name for himself with his proficient mathematical and fluent language skills which is highly rare in the area. It didn't take long for the Tarsis to hear about Michael and offer him a discreet job amongst its ranks. Michael was uneasy about accepting the job at first, but if he was ever going to make it to Marn to contact Sarah again he would have to make friends. After accepting the job, Michael quickly became proficient with Eyropa's drug economy and was soon making a fortune from his profits of selling marijuana and amphetamine earning him the street name of "Dro".
At 20 years of age and having made a considerable sum of money for the Tarsis, they trusted Michael enough to provide a favor for him. Michael immediately contacted a person affiliated with the Tarsis that was known for his unique skill of attaining any intelligence requested. Michael had no intention of harming anyone, he just had to know if his step parent's, Sarah and her father, Jeremiah, were alright. Michael payed the associate's price and was met a week later with the grim news.
Both Michael's step parent's and Jeremiah Smith were gone, no one had claimed to ever know them either.
Sarah had been seen in a house with another man, kissing.
"I didn't want to stay to see the rest." the associate had said.
Michael's heart hardened that day. Marn had taken his family away and the love of his life had betrayed him. Michael delved deeper into the jobs and dealings of the Tarsis.
Michael looked out the window of the dark house, anger and sadness welling up within him as it had been for the past year and a half. This particular house had been abandoned for decades and was used by the Tarsis as a hotspot for illegal transactions.
A dealer of the Tarsis had informed Michael that his dilochite, David, had wanted to meet him here for a very important meeting. Michael didn't have a clue what could be so important at this time of night in this house. Michael had already considered the possibility that the Tarsis was trying to get rid of him and was luring him into a trap. His crossbow was loaded and his dagger in quick reaching distance.
David was the closest thing Michael considered a friend which, considering Michael trusted no one, was a big deal. They had both been untrusting of each other and still are to an extent, but David had always appeared to have the desire to reach out to Michael but was scared to do so. Plus David had no desire to look like anything but a Tarsis dilochite, especially not a friend.
The door to the old house finally creaked open. Michael reached for his dagger and slowly turned around. After assuring himself that it was David entering the house, Michael allowed himself to relax, slightly. Until another figure suddenly appeared behind David, unexpectantly.
"Behind you David!" Michael called out pulling out his crossbow and aiming at the figure.
"Michael, stop!, it's okay." David quickly responded firing up a lantern.
As the light conquered the darkness in the house it revealed a frightened woman taking refuge behind David.
"This is Ashlynia." David said. Ashlynia had the look of anguish and fear in her eyes. She was gorgeous, her dark hair ran straight down and parted at her shoulders. She was scared of Michael, but Michael had long lost his feelings for other people
Michael sheathed his crossbow and looked at David confused. "Okay?" Michael finally said.
"I'm just going to be direct," David said. "One of our veterans was murdered two weeks ago and his killer has just recently been discovered."
Michael now understood what the meeting was for, an assassination plot. Michael was not excited. His true nature was against murdering anyone, even other murderers. But Michael had since numbed out to his true nature and used assassination jobs as an outlet for his rage and sadness.
"This is the veteran's wife, Ashlynia, and she will be staying with you now."
Michael shook his head in surprise, did he just hear David correctly? "Excuse me?" Michael said.
"She is part of us and always will be, like you. No one else is available for her." David answered.
Michael was outraged, he had no desire to live with another person, especially a female! "David," Michael said wanting to scream but barely controlling himself. "I work alone, I don't want her with me, she'll hamper my focus and concentration."
David walked up and put a hand on Michael's shoulder, which he briskly shrugged off. "Michael, I don't know what has happened or what you learned from that Associate you hired, but ever since then you have been so out-of-it that you are beginning to concern me." David stated looking seriously into Michael's eyes. "You and Ashlynia need to get to know each other, maybe you will find some common ground."
Michael turned back to the window, rage flowing within him. He would never find common ground with another woman, nor would he let himself find it. He had been betrayed once in one relationship, he believed it would be no different in this one. Michael thought of Sarah, his betrayer, and how she soo quickly found another man to replace him. He thought of this often as it helped him work with the Tarsis.
Michael had wanted vengeance for so long, maybe Ashlynia is where he would begin. The idea was pleasing to him.
Just as quickly as Sarah found another man he would find another woman, and it would be this woman, Ashlynia. With the dim light in the background, Michael's smile looked all the more evil.
Michael turned to face David. "If that's what has to happen, let it happen."
Today, Michael commands a small group of Tarsis drug dealers and has continued to further his wealth by mastering the "art" of hooking people to drugs. He handles all deals professionally and deals with thieves brutally, sometimes too brutally. Michael seeks to drive all other dealer's underground and is not pleased with other dealers who attempt to one- up him. Marn screwed him over for the last time, he will not be beaten again.
He retains his friendly, outgoing demeanor outwardly to mislead people about his cruelty and hatred inwardly.
Michael's dog, Saraphina, has taken the role of her master as a cold hearted killer. The innocence that she had as a puppy has since been lost.
Michael's true loyalties are with no one, not even the Tarsis. He has not shared his feelings and nightmarish experiences with anyone. Michael's plan is to help continue the growth, power and influence of the Tarsis to one day have the strength he needs to gain his vengeance on the Marnian Government.
Character Name: Michael Frodrick but very few people know his real name. Michael is more commonly referred to as "Dro"
Character Age:22
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Affiliation: Tarsis
Character Location: West Coast, Eyropa
Character's Physical Appearance: Slightly Athletic, Stands 6'2", Deeply Tanned to the point of almost looking sunburned. Michael has dirty blonde hair with bright blue eyes. Weigh's 155 pounds. His only distinct feature is a large red scar that goes from the base of his neck all the way up to his left jaw joint.
Character Possessions:
-He carries a dagger for self defense and a makeshift crossbow (kind of like a wooden slingshot with a handle and trigger) that fires sharp, Iron stakes for assassination contracts. The crossbow is dangerous and unreliable as Michael always runs the risk of the iron stake being reloaded improperly causing premature firing.
-He has a vast wardrobe of clothes, that are kept in the houses of the people who are sympathetic to the Tarsis, for a quick change of appearance in the event of a pursuit from a law enforcement official.
Character Strength's:
-Michael is an exceptional salesman, people are drawn in by his fluent grammar and clever word choices. Michael can be very influential both in a threatening and charming manner.
-He is considered advanced at mathematics and is, considered by some, a genius of the drug economy.
-Michael has his faithful and well-trained dog with him at all times. Her name is Saraphina and is of an unknown breed. Visually, she could be compared to an exceptionally large Chow. However, with the psychotic magical events that have taken place, chow's were lightly cross-breeded with werewolves. Saraphina is nowhere near as powerful as a werewolf, but, her jaws and teeth are stronger, her claws are sharper, and she is more sentient than other canines. As well as exceptionally large. Saraphina is used by the Tarsis for tracking down thieves and sniffing out drugs.
Character Weaknesses: -Michael is, secretly, a very paranoid individual. You wouldn't be able to tell from his socially cool demeanor and lackluster attitude, however, his drug trafficking and employment with the Tarsis has made him a target for many drug gangs.
-Michael is deeply depressed, although this is not apparent on the outside. His "friends" are business partners and anyone else he meets are just new prospects for his drug business. Sarah, his past love, has given up hope on seeing Michael again and is now pursuing another relationship. Furthermore, Michael's affiliation with the Tarsis has forbade him from creating relationships with anyone because of their need for Michael to be flexible and mobile at a moments notice.
-Michael is very moderate when it comes to any kind of combat. He can fight on his own, his chances are always about 50/50. But he usually prefers to have another dealer of the Tarsis at his side. Otherwise, Michael resorts to silent murder. A "dagger to the back" if you will.
Character History: In his younger years Michael had been a faithful citizen of Marn, he was home schooled by his two step parents and worked as an apprentice blacksmith during his teenage years in the Industrial District of Marn.
But that is just the gist of his youth.
During his home schooling Michael took a passionate interest in mathematics and was gifted with the fast fluency of the native tongue, school was never a challenge for him. However, what was a challenge for him, was trying to figure out the dark history behind his last name. Frodrick. His step parents had always told him that they would tell him what they knew of his real ancestry when he was old enough, but that wasn't good enough for Michael. Michael spent all of his spare time consumed with the investigation of his ancient last name, but always came back with nothing. The libraries and public document offices were highly unreliable, the only documents which might've been more reliable were kept inside Justice Hall which was, obviously, strictly off limits.
This denial to grant Michael access to those documents led to the beginning of Michael's hate for the Marnian Government.
When Michael reached the age of fourteen, in the public library of Marn, his path crossed with a middle-aged human blacksmith by the name of Jeremiah Smith. Jeremiah came to the library often to appropriate books to feed his daughter's passion for literature. Michael was always consumed with his studies and never took the time to notice any commoner's in the library, but Jeremiah did. Finally, while Jeremiah was returning books one day, he saw Michael for, what seemed like, the hundredth time and decided to go speak to the young man.
After introducing himself, Jeremiah realized what a bright young man Michael was and was drawn in by the tone and fluency of Michael's words. This was the perfect man for his daughter.
On the next day, late afternoon, a young woman came and sat across from Michael on his table, opened a book and began to read. Michael was caught off guard by the sudden company, the tables were free for anyone to sit in, but there were many other tables that were empty and Michael preferred solitude. The girl did not say anything and kept reading. Michael was not about to give up his seat, so he continued to read in silence as well, not giving the woman another thought. Or so he thought.
For five more days the woman came to the library, sat across from Michael and the awkward silence continued.
Finally Michael, being fed up with the annoyance, asked the girl if he could help her with something. When the girl finally looked up at him Michael was struck with what a pretty woman she was, brunette hair, green eyes and an average body type. Not gorgeous, but definently a striking woman.
"My father wanted me to get out, " she had said. "he said you would probably like some company and that I might like you. But it's obvious you don't want company and I don't like you, so I'll sit here for another day or two so my father knows I gave it a chance."
Michael had felt like an idiot. He was soo embarassed that he looked back down at his book, pretending to read, and didn't say anything. After another couple of moments the girl got up and began to collect her things. "Actually," she had said. "It's not worth a couple more days."
Michael's stomach sank, as she began to walk out Michael desperately searched for something to say to her, but came up with nothing. He didn't want to sound desperate or sorry for the way he had acted, but he didn't want to be a jerk either. In that moment Michael began to think of where he was going after he was done at the library. Back home. Back home with no answers and a dim future. Or he could take a chance and do something different with his day that he had never tried before.
"Wait," Michael said. The one word that defined their relationship that blossomed. The one word that would define their relationship to come. Wait.
Jeremiah was astonished that his daughter, Sarah, had actually found someone she could connect with and was ecstatic. Just being his daughter's friend, Jeremiah began to treat Michael as if he was his own son and eventually began to see a lot of potential in Michael and offered him a job as a Blacksmith's Apprentice. When Michael accepted the job Jeremiah took him under his wing and would mentor him for the next 3 years.
During these 3 years Michael began to realize just how corrupt and evil the government of Marn really was. People he knew would vanish out of thin air and would always be last seen entering Justice Hall. Michael eventually came across a copy of the "Vitiable Paragon" and silently joined the underground resistance of Marn. Sarah shared Michael's feeling with the corrupt government and, she too, began to read each publication of the newsletter religiously as often as possible.
"So why did you not want to talk to me when we first met in the library?" Sarah had asked as Michael and her threw pebbles into the Ofriyu Mar. It was spring now, and the river couldn't have looked more beautiful. 2 years had passed since the awkward silence in the library.
Michael pondered Sarah's query. Why hadn't he talked to her? Was he scared? No that wasn't it, in fact he had thought she was weird and annoying. "I just wasn't looking for anyone at the time," Michael answered. "You kinda popped out of nowhere."
One thing Michael liked most about Sarah was that she enjoyed silence as much as he did and it wasn't awkward anymore, which was definently a plus.
After a few moments of that Michael decided it was appropriate to ask her the same question. Sarah thought about an answer for about as long as he had.
"I didn't trust you," she had finally answered. "It's taken a lot of time for me to be able to trust you, as a friend of course."
Sarah had always felt it necessary to add that statement to the end of every sentence that could've been understood as something affectionate, and Michael was content with that. "What made it soo hard?"
Sarah's cool demeanor tensed over and seemed to think about whether she wanted to answer that or not.
"My mom," she answered with wavered voice. "One day she was there, the next day she wasn't"
Michael didn't feel the need to press that subject any further, it obviously was upsetting her.
Somehow Sarah and Michael had always understood the silence between them.
"Thank you." she said giving Michael a hug.
"For what?" Michael asked embracing her.
"For being here."
Almost near the end of this 3 year period, a traveling trader entered Marn with a litter of puppies that he would sell to anyone for the right price. Luckily, Michael had been saving the money he earned from blacksmithing since the day he started. Why? Well, because he had nothing to spend his money on. But when Michael first laid eyes on the white fluff-ball that curiously looked back at him, he immediately fell in love. Michael dropped half of his savings on the traveler that day and was awarded with what will be Michael's most faithful companion for the rest of his life, Saraphina.
Only two weeks after that, Michael had walked out, in the dead of night, behind his house to read the latest publication of the Vitiable Paragon with only a small candle to expose the words on the page. Reading the newsletter at any part of the day was too risky and a candle light could be seen through the house windows at night which could attract the attention of a passing guard. But on this night, Michael was spotted going behind his house by an over-zealous, nosy, Pro-Marn fanatical. The citizen approached Michael from behind, quietly, and got a glimpse of the newsletter's title. The citizen immediately ran to the streets screaming for a guard causing Michael to drop the publication in alarm. Michael quickly realized that he was doomed and that his only chance of surviving was to take what he could carry with him and flee the city.
Michael scooped up his puppy and had to make the most difficult decision of his life. He and Sarah had seen each other every day for the past 3 years and Michael realized right then that he had been in love with her since he first spoke to her at the library table. He had no time to say goodbye, for her saftey, he would have to leave her behind.
Michael made a mad dash to the cities exit, with the crazed citizen chasing him the entire way. Michael panicked, the citizen was as fast as he was and was dead set on getting him arrested, he could not get away. In a frantic moment of discernment Michael stopped, wheeled around, unsheathed his dagger and jammed it into the heart of his pursuer who had too much momentum to stop himself in time.
Michael was met with the horrifying sight of a dying mans last moments. Bulging eyes, gasping breath and silent whimpers. As the citizen dropped to the ground, Michael stared in horror at the blood on his clothes and on the face of his innocent puppy. The mark of much more bloodshed to come.
With a new nightmare burned into his memory, Michael escaped the town that night with nothing but his dog and the blood stained clothes on his back.
Michael found his way to Keltaris, Eyropa where he quickly made a name for himself with his proficient mathematical and fluent language skills which is highly rare in the area. It didn't take long for the Tarsis to hear about Michael and offer him a discreet job amongst its ranks. Michael was uneasy about accepting the job at first, but if he was ever going to make it to Marn to contact Sarah again he would have to make friends. After accepting the job, Michael quickly became proficient with Eyropa's drug economy and was soon making a fortune from his profits of selling marijuana and amphetamine earning him the street name of "Dro".
At 20 years of age and having made a considerable sum of money for the Tarsis, they trusted Michael enough to provide a favor for him. Michael immediately contacted a person affiliated with the Tarsis that was known for his unique skill of attaining any intelligence requested. Michael had no intention of harming anyone, he just had to know if his step parent's, Sarah and her father, Jeremiah, were alright. Michael payed the associate's price and was met a week later with the grim news.
Both Michael's step parent's and Jeremiah Smith were gone, no one had claimed to ever know them either.
Sarah had been seen in a house with another man, kissing.
"I didn't want to stay to see the rest." the associate had said.
Michael's heart hardened that day. Marn had taken his family away and the love of his life had betrayed him. Michael delved deeper into the jobs and dealings of the Tarsis.
Michael looked out the window of the dark house, anger and sadness welling up within him as it had been for the past year and a half. This particular house had been abandoned for decades and was used by the Tarsis as a hotspot for illegal transactions.
A dealer of the Tarsis had informed Michael that his dilochite, David, had wanted to meet him here for a very important meeting. Michael didn't have a clue what could be so important at this time of night in this house. Michael had already considered the possibility that the Tarsis was trying to get rid of him and was luring him into a trap. His crossbow was loaded and his dagger in quick reaching distance.
David was the closest thing Michael considered a friend which, considering Michael trusted no one, was a big deal. They had both been untrusting of each other and still are to an extent, but David had always appeared to have the desire to reach out to Michael but was scared to do so. Plus David had no desire to look like anything but a Tarsis dilochite, especially not a friend.
The door to the old house finally creaked open. Michael reached for his dagger and slowly turned around. After assuring himself that it was David entering the house, Michael allowed himself to relax, slightly. Until another figure suddenly appeared behind David, unexpectantly.
"Behind you David!" Michael called out pulling out his crossbow and aiming at the figure.
"Michael, stop!, it's okay." David quickly responded firing up a lantern.
As the light conquered the darkness in the house it revealed a frightened woman taking refuge behind David.
"This is Ashlynia." David said. Ashlynia had the look of anguish and fear in her eyes. She was gorgeous, her dark hair ran straight down and parted at her shoulders. She was scared of Michael, but Michael had long lost his feelings for other people
Michael sheathed his crossbow and looked at David confused. "Okay?" Michael finally said.
"I'm just going to be direct," David said. "One of our veterans was murdered two weeks ago and his killer has just recently been discovered."
Michael now understood what the meeting was for, an assassination plot. Michael was not excited. His true nature was against murdering anyone, even other murderers. But Michael had since numbed out to his true nature and used assassination jobs as an outlet for his rage and sadness.
"This is the veteran's wife, Ashlynia, and she will be staying with you now."
Michael shook his head in surprise, did he just hear David correctly? "Excuse me?" Michael said.
"She is part of us and always will be, like you. No one else is available for her." David answered.
Michael was outraged, he had no desire to live with another person, especially a female! "David," Michael said wanting to scream but barely controlling himself. "I work alone, I don't want her with me, she'll hamper my focus and concentration."
David walked up and put a hand on Michael's shoulder, which he briskly shrugged off. "Michael, I don't know what has happened or what you learned from that Associate you hired, but ever since then you have been so out-of-it that you are beginning to concern me." David stated looking seriously into Michael's eyes. "You and Ashlynia need to get to know each other, maybe you will find some common ground."
Michael turned back to the window, rage flowing within him. He would never find common ground with another woman, nor would he let himself find it. He had been betrayed once in one relationship, he believed it would be no different in this one. Michael thought of Sarah, his betrayer, and how she soo quickly found another man to replace him. He thought of this often as it helped him work with the Tarsis.
Michael had wanted vengeance for so long, maybe Ashlynia is where he would begin. The idea was pleasing to him.
Just as quickly as Sarah found another man he would find another woman, and it would be this woman, Ashlynia. With the dim light in the background, Michael's smile looked all the more evil.
Michael turned to face David. "If that's what has to happen, let it happen."
Today, Michael commands a small group of Tarsis drug dealers and has continued to further his wealth by mastering the "art" of hooking people to drugs. He handles all deals professionally and deals with thieves brutally, sometimes too brutally. Michael seeks to drive all other dealer's underground and is not pleased with other dealers who attempt to one- up him. Marn screwed him over for the last time, he will not be beaten again.
He retains his friendly, outgoing demeanor outwardly to mislead people about his cruelty and hatred inwardly.
Michael's dog, Saraphina, has taken the role of her master as a cold hearted killer. The innocence that she had as a puppy has since been lost.
Michael's true loyalties are with no one, not even the Tarsis. He has not shared his feelings and nightmarish experiences with anyone. Michael's plan is to help continue the growth, power and influence of the Tarsis to one day have the strength he needs to gain his vengeance on the Marnian Government.
