hated by god, hated by man
for Abraham
Theo "Launceleyn" Caldwell
Grifter

Age: 29 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline
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#1


After a long day of scamming, pickpocketing, and general disrepute -- all aided by his telekinesis and illusions -- Theo walked through Kaiholo Port, stretching as he mentally counted his winnings and tried to decide whether it was worth shelling out for a boardinghouse tonight. Nah, the weather was nice; he could sleep on the beach. And he'd managed to steal himself some good snacks, so he wasn't even hungry. Excellent. He'd be able to hang onto what he'd "earned" today for a bit. Maybe tomorrow he'd just laze around instead of "working" so hard.

That was Theo's mistake, really: thinking about the future instead of the present. He should have known better. Years of bumming around, sleeping on the street, making enemies, looking after himself should have taught him better. But, you know, war was brewing and Caido was on edge -- who would bother with little old Theo?

Theo


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Abraham Urusov
Dragoons Soldier

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 15 - Luck: 10 - Int:
GWYNEVERRE - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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#2
Vengeance is boiling
He's returned to kill the light

The dragon had watched the boy for some time. She glided from rooftop to rooftop, watching as he used invisible inclinations to lift what he wanted and bring it to his own possession. Rage fueled within her and she made sure to solidify in Abraham's mind who this culprit was. The dragoon, careful to move through the docks without drawing any attention to himself, used his companion's eyes to watch the thief throughout the day.

Finally, he had made the mistake of going somewhere alone and unattended, with no eyes to see what would become of him. That was when Gwyneverre struck -- the dragon coming in to land heavily on the abandon's shoulders, to knock him off of his arrogant feet and make him eat the sand he walked on. She hissed and her belly warmed with the threat of fire as Abraham strode towards them, silent and careful.

ABRAHAM URUSOV
Theo "Launceleyn" Caldwell
Grifter

Age: 29 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline
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#3


"What the -- ?" Theo squawked, arms windmilling as he tried to keep his balance despite the dragon's weight on his shoulder. He should have tried to catch himself instead; he failed at both and hit the ground hard, scraping his face on the sand.

"Oww ... That was really rude, you know," he said to Gwyneverre, but even as he gave her this plaintive, half-joking complaint, the gravity of the situation started to dawn on him. That dragon did not look friendly; this was no prank or gentle hassling. He was actually in danger. "Hey, easy now, easy. You want a snack? Something shiny? We can work this out."

Theo had no idea yet that Gwyneverre wasn't alone. He shouldn't have been surprised, really, should have known that dragons and dragoons went together like Theo and theft, but he had little experience with Stormbreak's denizens. As far as he knew, Gwyneverre was feral.

Theo


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Abraham Urusov
Dragoons Soldier

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 15 - Luck: 10 - Int:
GWYNEVERRE - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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#4
Vengeance is boiling
He's returned to kill the light

As the man scrambled and fell beneath her weight, the prideful dragon crooned her own victory. Unwilling to give him any chance at escape, the dragon leapt for his body again, attempting to land square on his back and keep him face down in the sand. Her belly and throat warmed with a warning and she lowered herself some, smoke billowing from jaws ajar.

"Is this not to be expected for someone born cursed?" The leviathan asked coolly, voice low and quiet as he crouched next to the abandoned. "Now don't squirm. Her claws are quite sharp." Abraham's warning came from a face of stone, his eyes veiled from reading any emotion -- should any to exist at all aside from pure, unfiltered hatred was yet to be determined.

ABRAHAM URUSOV
Theo "Launceleyn" Caldwell
Grifter

Age: 29 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline
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#5


"Oof." Theo collapsed beneath Gwyneverre's weight and gave up on struggling, going limp. After all, his movements only seemed to make the dragon angrier. Better to just let her have her way and wait for a good moment to make a run for it.

And then Theo learned, in perhaps the worst way possible, that he wasn't alone with the aggressive dragon. The man's tone sent a shiver down his spine, though Theo hid it well. Oh, bad vibes. Very bad vibes.

"Not squirming, aye aye, cap'n," Theo muttered, a nervous grin baring his teeth. "Now, how can I help you?"

He had a bad feeling that he knew exactly what this man wanted, but there had to be a way out of this, right?

Theo


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Abraham Urusov
Dragoons Soldier

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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GWYNEVERRE - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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#6
Vengeance is boiling
He's returned to kill the light

Abraham stayed crouched near the man, but had been careful to stay out of his range of vision. He did not need the damned one staring up at him, committing his face to memory. Geynweverre lowered her own massive, squared head down, the smoke still billowing from her jaws. She wanted it to smother any more attempt the abandoned had at talking, as well as obscure and burn his eyes. The dragon did not stop growling, the low, threatening rumble reverberating through her body. He could surely feel it as her chest pressed against his spine.

"You are beyond redemption." Abraham noted, cold voice stating it as absolute truth. "But you will not die today." Was this some form of mercy from the leviathan? "If you ever use your curse to take advantage of people again, though," At this threat Gwyn tightened her grip around the abandon's shoulders, hoping her claws would sink carefully and slowly into flesh, "you will."

ABRAHAM URUSOV
Theo "Launceleyn" Caldwell
Grifter

Age: 29 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline
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#7


Theo couldn't help coughing as the dragon's scalding smoke wafted into his face, burning and choking him. That coughing might have been for the best, though, as otherwise he would have tried to talk. He wanted to assure his attacker that of course he wouldn't take advantage of anyone ever again, nope, he was on the straight and narrow from now on. This would be a lie, of course, but lies had gotten Theo out of plenty of bad situations -- and into plenty of them, too, but never mind that. He'd just have to be more careful for a while, in case this guy kept watching him. Maaaybe take a little vacation from Torchline. Where else would hold him? Hmm, well, he hadn't pissed off too many people in the Hollowed Grounds.

Such thoughts occupied Theo, but his only outward actions were to attempt a nod amidst the dragon's smoke and wriggle a little in an attempt to shield his face. Other than that, he lay still and unresistant, simply waiting for his attackers to give up and move on.

Theo


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Abraham Urusov
Dragoons Soldier

Age: 26 | Height: 6'4 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
Level: 3 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 15 - Luck: 10 - Int:
GWYNEVERRE - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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#8
Vengeance is boiling
He's returned to kill the light

The coughing and choking was enough for the pair, for now. Theo was lucky he was unable to speak in this moment, for if his tongue slipped and his tone changed, Abraham might have had his bonded devour him then and there. Gwyneverre hoped that she would be able to, but without the leviathan's command she did not sink her teeth into the abandoned one's flesh. She hissed again, though, a cementing of the threat in the small man's ear before her weight was off him again. Her large wings spread and carried her to the skies, and Abraham was gone from the beach before Theo could make out his face.

FIN

ABRAHAM URUSOV


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