Diego Baltazar de Morua

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Diego Baltazar de Morua

Post by Diego » Thu Jun 27, 2013 5:34 am

Player Name: James

Name: Diego Baltazar de Morua
Age: 35
Race: Human
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 82kg/180lbs

===Physical Description===

Diego shares the dark hair and slightly swarthy features of his kin, his hair typically smoothed back with a trace of rose oil. A duelling scar mars his left cheek, and his eyes are a distinctive grey: Diego being the only member of his family with eyes of that shade. Family gossip suggests his parentage is not as legitimate as claimed. Diego's eye colour and related speculations continue to prevent the man from ever attaining a position of official authority within house Morua.

Years of sculpting his own form through careful exercise and exertion, alongside Diego's particular care for his own appearance, have resulted in a physique one could describe as 'sleek'. Lithe and athletic, Diego's musculature is specialised towards fencing, climbing, riding and similar athletic endeavours. Though this is typically to aid his working in the shadows for house Morua, he is publicly known more for his grace on the dancefloor than in despatching his family's 'obstacles'.

A vain man, Diego takes pride in his personal appearance and attire. Where possible he wears clothing tailored to his build, designed for ease of movement and to complement his physique.


=Public Weaponry=
Corezan duelling espada and parrying dagger: his third set, these blades forged of fine steel have served both Diego and house Morua well over the previous couple of years. As a skilled proponent of the Morua school of fence, his blades are as much an advertisement of social standing as they are tools for duelling.

=Concealed Weaponry=
Daggers: As a remover of 'obstacles', typically those of human form, Diego frequently has a handful of small throwing daggers concealed upon his person in different location.
Garottes: hidden in the typical design of his collars and belts, Diego is only ever a moment away from a strangulation device. Sometimes, one's clothing is just too fine to risk a more bloody means of despatch.
Poison rings + needle rings: for special occasions, when death must present itself fashionably and subtly for a social gathering.

Diego spurns the trend towards bright colours in high society. Clad in carefully tailored clothing of dark and muted shades, Diego tends to leave a strong visual impression at social gatherings. At present time his wardrobe contains numerous sets of tailored outfits, for all manner of social and professional occasions. It is one of a handful of luxuries the Morua family assassin allows himself.

=Rose oil=
Another luxury and vanity item, typically run through Diego's hair. Dealing in death doesn't require a man to smell like it.

Granted access to the Morua estate's personal apocatharial chambers, Diego ensures he has a ready supply of fatal and paralytic compounds at his command.

===Powers / Strengths===

Though an illegitimate child who will never obtain a high rank in society, that does not change the fact that Diego was born to the previous Spymistress of House Morua - Beatriz Estefania De Morua De Morua. Diego enjoys some of the social benefits of that status, if not the same political power wielded by his relatives. The benefits manifest themselves primarily in a relative ease of access to family resources, quality education, and high society interactions.

=Remover of Obstacles=
Some would call Diego a cold-blooded murderer. House Morua calls him 'useful in negotiations'. Groomed from a young age by Salvador Agustin De Morua El Rojas for a life on the shadowy edge of high society, his questionable birth to the previous Spymistress having limited his options, Diego has become one of House Morua's foremost assassins. Carefully trained in the art of killing people with subtlety and finesse over a course of many years, Diego is swift of mind and body, cunning in matters of intrigue, and clever with his tongue. A dark knight on the chessboard of politics.

=Specialised Education: Language and Commerce=
Apart from the physical requirements of his vocation, Diego's education heavily featured study of etiquette, language, commerce, and culture for those regions and nations adjacent to Corezo and House Morua. If circumstances require him to conduct work for the family outside the borders of Corezo, Diego has access to tutors at Salvador's estate to brush up on the required language and currently available information. Diego is often sent as a 'translator', 'clerk', or general attaché with House Morua's economic envoys as a cover for his more shadowy work.

=Magical Talent: Poisons=
What Diego believes to be a natural understanding of 'the sympathetic properties between man and nature' when concocting poisons is in fact a magical talent in the direction of transmution. He might have been a decent user of magic if he hadn't squandered all that effort on fencing and athletics. As it is, Diego's magical talents have all-but withered, and only manifest themselves in the potency and versatility of his poison-making.

The magical talent also extends to an innate resistance to poisons, along with a knack for the creation of 'cures' for poison. A talent which has saved Diego on no less than a dozen occasions where a normally fatal dose has left him severely ill, but not so incapacitated that he could not create an antidote.

=Skilled exponent of the Morua school of fence=
The Morua school of fencing is more a science than an art, based on geometric principles of circles, vectors, and lines of attack. Although the custom of duelling is frequently kept to the espada and dagger, the school also teaches the use of the two-handed sword as well as sword and buckler. Diego is one of the more skilled students of the school. It is possible that, had his vocation not led him down a more shadowy path, he'd have become the next fencing master of the school.


=Family secrets and an end to ambition=
Nobody knows how Diego got grey eyes. Nobody in his family has them, and none of his mother's gossiped-on dalliances did either. Suspicion and speculation regarding his upbringing has all but ensured that Diego, though strictly speaking a highborn noble, will never be granted a political position or position of eminence within house Morua.

As a vain and proud man of exceptional ability this is an occasional cause for grievance, and conflict with his social superiors, though Diego's loyalty to the Morua family remains firm and undisputed.

=Reputation: Duellist=
Although nobody has yet to prove Diego's true role for his family, what is well known are the number of duels Diego has instigated over the years - and their typically fatal outcomes.

Thus, while the man has an undeniable charisma and smooth charm, few people in Corezan high society completely trust him. As a result, Diego has become of little use as a spy within Corezo, as the nobles of other Houses remain as wary of Diego's duelling skills as a they would a viper.

=Vendettas, Vendettas, Vendettas=
Unsurprisingly, give his line of work and long list of successes, there are a lot of people who want Diego dead. Dead and in whatever version of hell they happen to believe in. Some have imagined new hells, and new punishments, just for him. If a month goes by without someone trying to kill Diego, it's a very slow month.

=Hubris: 'By the Changers, what an arrogant bastard that man is!'=
As a man who values skill and competence above all else, Diego has a tendency to be insufferable at times. Modesty is a vice for people who are not Diego Baltazar de Morua. His confidence frequently manifests with an undertone of disdain for those who have to rely on his services, or who fail to defend themselves from him. However, Diego has been trained in courtly etiquette, and he is not given to overt sneering. But people often know that, deep down, he is. Which has also had a strong effect on why so many people outside of House Morua want to see his blood spilled.


==Before the Beginning: The Teacher==

Any biography of Diego Baltazar de Morua is incomplete without a background understanding of the man who raised him from the age of seven: Salvador Agustin De Morua El Rojas.

Salvador once said that "any assassin can sharpen a stick and make of it a fatal weapon, but the assassin themselves must be crafted with the utmost care". Of Salvador himself it is said that his veins were filled with ice, not blood, and that his father was a demon. Certainly, as the man responsible for Diego's upbringing, the adjective 'demonic' is appropriate.

To those outside the family Salvador Agustin De Morua El Rojas is merely one of the family's retainers. Within the family most knew him as a retired physician, granted estates upon retirement for many years of loyal service, and think of him as a recluse. The truth of the matter is that Salvador was an assassin himself as a youth, then became the personal interrogator for the previous head of the Morua family when his physical abilities began to fail him.

A man of talent and genius, Salvador's career was long and successful, and the previous head allowed him a private estate. In that way promising youths could be sent to him, as 'students', for training in the arts required by those who remove obstacles to House Morua.

Salvador, a calculating and methodical man who planned every aspect of his life and lessons to the last cruel detail, found neither pleasure nor discomfort in the processes required by his vocation. There was only one subject which could the old man's calm: House Quijas. None know why, but mere mention of the Quijans relight embers of hatred in the old man's eyes.

Salvador is, at present, living proof that not every assassin is claimed by a violent death. Some are too beloved by Death to be taken until they are no longer able to serve Death's cause.

But this is not Salvador's story, it is that of the Diego, the closest thing to a son Salvador ever permitted himself.

==The Question of an Illegitimate Child's Fate==

Diego was a boy raised by teachers. His mother, Morua's spymistress Beatriz Estefania De Morua De Morua, handed him over to the family's nursemaids and tutors the moment he was weaned. Towards the end of his training under Salvador, Diego was advised who his mother was, and had it explained under no uncertain terms that the only relationship the two would have would be as Spymistress and servant. By that time, Diego was coldblooded enough to understand the practicalities of the situation, and as it was had no desire for a belated maternal figure. When Beatriz eventually died, carrying the secret of Diego's true father to the grave with her, Diego's only grief was over the loss of a brilliant Spymistress coupled with concern over the suitability of Beatriz' successor.

When he was young, however, Diego was not much different from other children. He ran riot, climbed trees, got in trouble, charmed and infuriated his elders all at once. Typical boyhood endeavours. His early tutors remarked favourably upon his exceptional memory, and unfavourably on his tendency towards truancy. His first fencing instructor was impressed by how swiftly the young Diego picked up the basics. It could have been a charmed life as a noble of the main house for Diego, had his eyes been the same dark brown as his presumed parents'. But they were not.

Diego's mother Beatriz was a cunning woman who kept her secrets well. As Spymistress to the family, she had to be. And no secret was more well-kept than that of the truth behind Diego's birth. If he'd been born with the usual dark eyes of his family, the child's life would have been different, as a suitable deception regarding his birth could have easily been contrived. But it was not so, and Diego's future was discussed in a cold-blooded and practical fashion by Beatriz, Fernanz, and Salvador. Their discussion came down to a choice between two options: the child could suffer an 'accident', with evidence laid to implicate an economic rival, or the child could be apprenticed to Salvador in order to preserve the possible talents the child might bring to house Morua. Expediency won out, and Diego was sent to Salvador's estates: after all, if the child did not perform adequately, variations on the other possibility were always an option later.

==A Note on the Methodology of Salvador Agustin de Morua El Rojas==

Not every child given to Salvador becomes an assassin. Such a role requires a careful balance of physical capability, mental acuity, and emotional aptitude. Salvador's mandate is to discover the talents of each child, and carefully groom each student into the role their talents best suited. Salvador's estates are a virtual prison, made so with the tacit approval of the main house, so that the students have no choice but to follow the curriculum enforced upon them. Salvador is aided by several previous 'graduates' of his whose talents were best suited to carrying on his important work for House Morua when Death eventually claimed its faithful servant. They handle most of the basic lessons, leaving Salvador to handle those who qualify for the most difficult lessons.

Those with the right balance of physical ability, intelligence, and emotional fortitude are groomed towards the assassin's path, and come under the direct tutelage of Salvador. Theirs is a long and difficult tutelage. Not all survive the lessons.

Some children end up learning the apothecary and physician's trade from the old poisoner.
A rare few, whose personality is deemed suited to it, are groomed towards the torturer's art.

Those children who lack in physical capability but who are talented with memory, have an eye for detail and a talent for deception, are usually groomed by Salvador's assistants as spies. They are laboriously taught languages, etiquette, disguise and regional customs. Where possible these lessons are aided by educated slaves, procured often at great cost, from various regions for the sole purpose of assisting in the task of providing authenticity of local accent and customs.

Those who are intelligent and literate, but lack the necessary knack required by spies to assume a role, typically end up released back to the main house as prospective clerks to assist with paperwork.

Those who are physically capable but who lack an eye for detail, imagination, or the emotional resilience to deal with the more gruesome lessons to come later, are segregated from the rest as soon as possible before they can taint the other students with their ineptitude. Such are merely taught a soldier's arts and are released back to the main house to serve the Morua as guards and militia or be sent off to learn a seaman's trade.

Salvador's lessons also incorporate a subtle element of indoctrination, portraying loyalty to House Morua as the highest virtue attainable by a man. Because of the quantity of 'rejected' students returning with mundane tales of fencing lessons and unusual academic studies, few outside of Salvador's inner circle, and the head of House Morua, had any inkling of the true methods used by the aging assassin in training his replacements.

==The Most Sublime Form of Sculpture is Shaping a Man's Life==

Salvador had the soul of an artist. Every student brought to him was new clay to be shaped, and Salvador approached his task with a firm but delicate touch. In the first two years however, all of the teaching was done by Salvador's assistants: former students whose talents leaned more towards teaching than practical application. It was a necessary thing, given the number of students sent Salvador's way, but when the human clay was still greenware there was little risk: if need be, Salvador could reshape where needed.

The days were filled with fencing lessons, exercises to build athleticism, memory games, and academic instruction in a diverse range of topics useful to the sundry youths of House Morua. In those two years Salvador and his assistants carefully gauged the worth of each student, to see which would be kept on to learn those roles not taught in any reputable school.

Diego was a naturally gifted student with a talent for picking up and retaining new ideas and knowledge swiftly. The physical lessons came easily to the rambunctious child, and Salvador watched the youth's enjoyment of fencing matches with mild interest. In some ways, aside from the lack of discipline, there was a distant echo in Diego of Salvador's own youth, and the old assassin was curious to see whether the child would be suitable to serve the house rather than being disposed of.

After two years, of the group of students in which Diego had arrived, a mere five students were deemed capable of Salvador's special classes, and Diego the only of them who Salvador picked for the assassin's path. Of the others, Salvador had three potential spies and an apothecary to groom for House Morua.

==Preparing the Clay==

Upon selecting Diego, and moving the child's belongings to his own private training facilities separate to the main estate's school, Salvador broached the subject with Diego.

"Diego, my boy, your life has been chosen for you. Do you understand what this means?" Although bright, Diego was still only nine at this time, and could only respond in the negative. Salvador nodded "It will be a difficult thing for you, this life of yours. But there is something you must understand, Diego. For the next seven years, you are my personal student. The lessons will be hard for I am an exacting master, but if you succeed in learning from me my art I can promise you will bring glory to House Morua. Do you understand thus far?" A baffled young Diego nodded. "Now, for the first harsh lesson: If you fail to learn my art, I am instructed to kill you. Do you understand?"

Salvador didn't expect the youth to, and was not surprised when an even-more confused child shook his head. "Here boy, let me explain." Salvador removed a rabbit from a box he'd had ready for this lesson, and gave it to Diego. "This is a living rabbit. See, he kicks, struggles, breathes. Feel how his heart beats rapidly, the softness of the fur, the pulse of existence in his veins." Diego did not see the movement, not directly, for Salvador was fast and Diego untrained. But at the end of the movement Salvador held a dagger in his hand and the rabbit's throat was cut.

Shocked, Diego still held onto the rabbit as its struggling rapidly dwindled. "Now, feel its life leave it, the slowing of the heart, the panicked last attempts to breathe in the essence of life. This, Diego, is death. And this is what I must do to you if you fail to learn my arts. It is a necessary evil, for the path you must tread is the path of perfection: nothing more, nothing less. From here on out I shall be your teacher, and you my student. From this point on, until you succeed in your task, you have no name. You shall be 'Student', or 'Boy', until you earn the right to wear your birthname once more. Do you understand?"

Strangely enough, Diego did. Not in full, not in detail, but Salvador had made the point in such a way that could not be misinterpreted. Struggling to hold back the tears of shock which threatened, the boy nodded. Salvador ruffled his hair. "Good. You will find I am strict but fair, generous in both reward for success and punishment of failure. I take no delight in teaching you this lesson, boy, but there must be no dishonesty between us. But you may take comfort in this, and I want you to think about this very carefully: Your own life is now in -Your- hands. It is entirely up to you, and your efforts, from here on out which determine if you live and die. Your life is in YOUR hands. Do you understand? Speak to me the lesson, boy."

Swallowing to clear his throat, Diego replied "My life is in my hands." Salvador nodded, satisfied. "You must say those words to yourself each night. Each morning you will greet me with those words. Now, I will have Alvaro show you to your room.

Alvaro was a swarthy young man with cold eyes not much given to casual speech. The journey to Diego's room was filled with silence broken only by their footsteps and the faint hiss of breathe. Alvaro opened Diego's door and quietly said "Here is where you sleep. You are instructed to stay here for the rest of the day until you are summoned for dinner. The bookcase is filled with your study materials. Make good use of your time." Then, as if irked by having to perform such a lengthy monologue, Alvaro nodded to the youth and left.

And thus Diego arrived at the private house of Salvador Agustin De Morua El Rojas, to begin his apprenticeship in full.

==Hardening the Clay: the First Firing==

An assassin for House Morua had to be many things, according to Salvador. He had to be cold, he had to be hard, he had to be inured to pain and compassion. He had to be strong, quick, quiet, clever. He had to wear charm like a mask on command, and be able to walk the halls of highborn prey as if he belonged there whilst being equally at home in the dark alleys and drinking dens of the commoner. He had to kill a man as easily as breathing. An assassin had to be a predator to his fellow man, not part of the flock.

Three years of intensive physical and mental training passed by, Diego's routine strictly devised to Salvador's requirements. In those three years Salvador had been as good as his word: generous in both reward for successes and in punishment. Diego only ever made one attempt to escape the estate, in the first week. Salvador let him get as far as the wall before confronting him. Diego learned at that moment that there are parts of a body which, if pressed or twisted in certain ways, yielded far more pain than a caning yet without leaving any marks or lasting cripplement. The punishment for the attempt was applied dispassionately, with scientific precision. Upon conclusion of the punishment, Salvador stated "Now return to your room, boy. I expect you up an hour earlier tomorrow. Remember: your life is in your hands. Do not waste your opportunities". It would be another three years before the next major 'lesson' would be delivered.

'Blooding' an assassin was crucial in Salvador's opinion, and the cheapest of slaves would be purchased for the purpose, told in advance they would have to fight a deathmatch for their freedom so as to be mentally prepared. The first blooding was never advertised or foreshadowed to the student. To be able to serve death, one first had to master the fear of it, and that experience could not be created in a controlled environment. Most men would balk at subjecting a twelve year old to such an ordeal. Salvador merely saw it as a necessary step in the development of his student. A calculated risk - not all clay comes through the first firing without cracking.

One night Diego, fatigued and covered in welts from yet another day spent fencing in a blindfold, had succumbed to a deep sleep. Salvador had commenced the blindfolded lessons three months prior to the planned lesson. On a night, where the weather was best suited for what the old assassin required, Salvador's assistants bundled Diego's sleeping form up in a blanket before the youth could react and carried to the place where the Blooding was to occur.

Unrolled from the blanket without ceremony into a dark pit, the bewildered youth took a moment to register his surroundings, and almost died then and there. The sound of a step, a grunt, and a brief glint of moon on steel from his peripheral vision gave Diego the warning he needed to avoid wearing a dagger in his ribcage. A line of ice across his side made it clear that his escape had not been complete. As Diego span away from his assailant, the moon gave a brief glimpse of a wild-eyed man of foreign birth, dagger in hand. The slave was of average build and not well-fed prior to his purchase. To a boy of twelve however, in the almost non-existent lighting, the man seemed immense.

A moment later Salvador's voice cut through the air like a shard of ice "He has been promised his freedom if he kills you, boy. And it is a genuine offer. Your life is currently worth his freedom. And indeed, as he is armed and you are not, the arrangement is skewed in his favour. But House Morua has high hopes for your future, my student: if you can but seize your life once more with your own two hands."

It was one thing to drill the exercises required to face and disarm a man wielding a dagger in the comfort of a well lit courtyard with stable footing. In a pit the size of a boxing ring, with a slick clay base, it was rather a different affair. In truth, were it not for the grounding effect Salvador's dry tones had on the youth's escalating sense of panic, Diego's career may have been cut short by the slave that night.

Forcing himself to a cold, calculating calmness, as per Salvador's lessons, Diego turned his intellect to the problem of the erratic slave's assaults as their combat swept around the edges of the pit. The Morua school of fencing was based on the principals of geometry, and each fencer knew his own circle of influence like the back of their hand. The man he faced seemed inclined to rush in as he attempted to close distance, as if the slave wanted a swift and easy victory.

Diego moved carefully and swiftly, using his small frame and agility to keep out of harm's way for the chaotic turmoil of a mere fifteen seconds. Then it occurred to Diego to give the man a chance to try the lunge he was trying to get close enough to attempt. Diego slowed his retreat, shifted his balance, and twisted to the side as the slave took the bait. A swift guiding hand to the slave's elbow helped plunge the dagger deep in the clay of the pit wall. Then Diego's training kicked in, the youth flicking his fingertips into the man's eyes, diverting his attention for the moment required to lock and twist the man's wrist. A stamped kick to the slave's knee drove him away from the dagger. Diego grabbed the blade, and his life, with both hands. A moment later, as the slave swung a haymaker at Diego in the hopes of knocking him out, the apprentice assassin plunged the blade into the slave's advancing armpit.

Soon the pit's earthy smell was tainted by the thick iron scent of shed blood and the contents of the rapidly dying slave's voided bowels. A few moments after that the contents of Diego's stomach were added to the mix. Salvador watched impassively for a moment. "Well done, Diego. You have earned back your name today. Tomorrow shall be a day of rest and reflection. There is a hot bath already prepared for you. Go clean yourself, and tomorrow we shall discuss your future."

Fifteen minutes later, Diego was sprawled in a piping hot bath, the scent of rose oil in the water making his head swim. The youth did not know how to feel about the night. The experience had been over quickly, but in some ways it felt like it had stretched over an eternity. He had killed a man, felt his blood gush warmly over his arms. There had been something pitiful in the man's eyes, like a question he couldn't quite enunciate, and it left Diego feeling unnerved. And yet, he had heard his name spoken by another for the first time in three years. Salvador's words cut through all other considerations. A future. He had one again. And all he had to do was to cut another's future short. There was a strange sense of a bargain struck, in that. Diego leaned back, let the hot water and rose oil lull him into empty-minded relaxation. After that night Diego would come to enjoy the smell of roses.

==After the First Firing: Applying the Glaze==

Over the next four years Salvador increased the intensity of the training, and taught his apprentice the science of torment, the art of poisons, and the methods of stealth and deception. Diego threw himself into the lessons with a vigour and focus which managed to surprise Salvador.

Diego's lessons in languages, etiquette, and the various arts of the Corezan Gentleman also continued. As Salvador explained to him "It is not enough to be able to kill a man, Diego. You must be able to sit at that man's table, discuss with him the finer points of falconry and commerce, of literature and military strategy. You must not be out of place at a gala or dinner gathering. You must be able to beat the man at cards, yet deliberately fail to do so at the right moment. You must be able to dance with the man's daughters, in the music room and in their beds, for tongues are loosened in the throes of passion.

Finally, on his sixteenth birthday, Diego's apprenticeship was deemed formally complete after nine years of rigorous training. Salvador judged him ready to be inserted back into House Morua to assume his role. "You have done well, my boy. For all intents and purposes, I am your official guardian. I have advertised you formally as a translator of some skill. Informally, the spymistress is aware of your training and shall use you accordingly. Know, however, that there is no such thing as an end to lessons. I will see you again, periodically, to ensure you continue to maintain the standards expected of those who serve Morua as you and I do. From here on out, Diego, your life is still in your own hands. By your actions, may you bring success to House Morua."

==A Sublime Form of Art: The Final Firing==

At first, Diego was only given minor tasks by the House Morua Spymistress to gauge his temperament and ability to both follow orders and think on the fly. His early tasks involved surveillance and social manipulation, establishing the young nobleman's presence in the broader stage of society so as to increase his future efficacy.

After a year, Diego had proven himself enough that he was given a more serious task to carry out. His final exam, as it were. An independent shipowner had successfully created the foundation for what could become a minor rival to Morua's own shipping interests along a particular trade route. Diego was advised to take whatever steps were required to ensure Morua's prosperity in the shipping route involved. Unspoken was the fact that this task would make or break his reputation within the family.

The shipping owner had a daughter, Mariana, who enjoyed dancing and was often invited to the social gatherings of other wealthy businessmen. Diego conspired to begin frequenting, as if by chance, some of these gatherings. The strategy was planned with precision: Diego played the part of rakish young nobleman who, plagued by his duties to family, just couldn't find enough time to enjoy such dances. And yet every occasion he found time to dance with Mariana. He was never improper, but always just approaching the edge of flirtation, showing interest in Mariana's hobbies and expressing praise for how she described the handling of her duties for her father's shipping concerns. Within a month, Diego was an occasional visitor, to the household, always maintaining the strictest level of gentlemanly conduct, and slowly inducing certain ingredients into the wines he brought them. The family started to fall ill, one after another, in the manner of some unknown pestilence. Diego, expressing a concern and bravery in the face of their plight, continued to visit. He exhorted them to allow him to bring a physician from House Morua to attend to them. Eventually, as Mariana began to wilt under the effects of the slow poison in her system, the family acquiesced.

The physician, of course, was an apothecary trained by Salvador himself and provided with a detailed antidote by Diego. They dragged out the ministrations for weeks, before applying the full cure. Diego orchestrated 'new employment' which removed him, 'sorrowfully', from their social sphere. A fortnight later, when Diego felt the timing was correct, the shipping owner was approached by a representative of Morua's main house with a friendly offer for economic alliance. The strategy was a success: the shipping owner, who felt his family owed House Morua their lives, became a staunch ally and supporter of House Morua's shipping interests. As for Diego, he was immediately assigned to more difficult and complex tasks, becoming in name and truth the successor to Salvador Agustin De Morua.

==The Assassin's Art: A Fine Night for Dancing==

The air had gone cool, and the evening was serenaded with the trills of nightjars. It was to Diego Baltazar de Morua, without any hyperbole, a most beautiful evening for a little social dalliance. His partner for this evening's dance was not far, if the huffing and wheezing was any indication. Diego vaulted over a wall, crossed a stranger's courtyard like a prowling cat, and moments later another vaulting jump had him facing the florid features of Argoza Rodrigo de Belleza "Good evening señor Belleza, it has been an unparalleled pleasure to find you again this evening. I have missed your company so." Diego's smile had a smirking twist to it. "No, please señor, do not embarrass yourself by running. It is so undignified. Especially when the perspiration soaking your collar is caused less by exertion and more by the additive I placed in your wine earlier."

Argoza evidently thought it worth the loss of dignity, the slightly stodgy nobleman further exhausting his stamina in an attempt to reach a more illuminated part of the township, his swollen tongue and larynx stifling the sounds the man tried to make. Diego sighed "Please, señor, at least die as you have failed to live: like a man." A quick acceleration brought Diego close enough to stomp a kick into the back of the man's right knee "Señor Belleza, please, this is disgraceful. Have you no sense of shame?" A thump and a wheezing attempt at a scream was all Argoza could manage in response to the Morua assassin's jibe. "Ah well, I suppose our houses have already conversed on the matter of the shipping contracts enough. And with you gone, robbed and murdered by some envious peasant no doubt, house Morua will gain the contracts with no tangible opposition. So really, dear Argoza, think of this as just another business transaction. Nothing personal at all." There was an art to kicking a man to death without ruining the leather of one's boots. But it was an art well worth learning, in Diego's estimation. Argoza Rodrigo de Belleza would be found the next morning, and Diego would have the word of his household that he had never left that evening. House Belleza would realise, of course, but would be able to level no public accusations. And so the game went on, with Diego a most appreciative player.
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Re: Diego Baltazar de Morua

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And as a mental note for myself - a link to Kat's Corezan character Solana for ease of reference later


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#biologicallyconscientious||Characters and threads.