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Author Topic: Petre Vecks  (Read 941 times)

Description: Landen. Played by halyonix.

Offline Petre Vecks

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Petre Vecks
« on: Oct 24, 17, 12:13:09 PM »
The Basics
Character Name: Petre Vecks
Age and Birth Year: 20 (174 AP)
Race: short lived
Caste: Landen
Birth Territory: Glacia
Home Territory: Little Terreille

Birthright Jewel: none
Offering Jewel: none

Role: Ward
Faction: Rockland Province

Play By: Patrick Stump
Distinguishing Features:


Initially shy and quiet, Petre is not the kind of guy who immediately attracts any sort of attention. He’s boyish, nerdy, keeping to himself, always having to readjust glasses that can’t stay on his nose. He looks like a teenager that’s been bullied a lot since he looks around a lot and has a hunch to his shoulders in unfamiliar or stressful situations. He’s an introvert that gets overwhelmed at big social gatherings and the more anxious he is about something, the more he stutters.

But Petre shines when it comes to mental things, particularly numbers. He can do intricate equations in his head, remember data from months or years ago, figure out the expected interest gains, calculate amortization tables, etc. His is a mind constantly at work and it shows. Often lost in thought so much that he gets physically lost, if Petre doesn’t have something to occupy his mind, he gets antsy and turns to worrying something to shreds. This idle mind doesn’t make mischief -- he overanalyzes everything. His brain never shuts up. Hence why you’ll almost always find Petre doing something like reading, memorizing, or problem solving, because if he doesn’t, he’ll start doubting what he shouldn’t, wondering if he said the wrong thing to someone five years ago, kicking himself for not speaking up about something last week, etc. He’s got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match.

He’s forever chasing girls that are out of his league. And by chasing, I mean daydreaming about how perfect of a boyfriend he can be to them if they would just take notice of him because he is way too shy to approach them. That stuttering when he’s nervous doesn’t help either. It takes him a while to be comfortable around others, mostly because of his insecurities and doubts, but when he does, he’s loyal for life and you can’t get him to shut up about a subject. He can be a coward when it comes to conflicts (never count on him to have your back in a fist fight, ever) but he’s a good listener and an attentive friend. Petre will never miss a birthday or memorable event, which can also backfire on him when someone misses something like that for his life and he feels forgotten.

  • 1 - Music. Music and math are pretty close together, once you understand how they work. So it’s only natural that a mind geared towards numbers would also be able to work through scales and sheet music with the same ease as calculations and ledgers. But Petre also has talent when it comes to this: he can actually sing well. While not the most animated performer, Petre’s voice attracts notice, which is how he survived so long on the streets.
  • 2 - Mechanical things. Because Petre can’t use Craft, he is fascinated by things that work without Craft: astrolabes, compasses, water wheels, etc. Now that he has a place of his own and some income, Petre is collecting small trinkets like this.
  • 3 - Style. Petre has this classic sense of style, from knowing which types of hats to wear with what outfits, to what colors compliment skin tones, etc. If he happens to pass a tailor’s shop while out and about, he tends to duck in to see what’s available, and you will never easily get him to leave millinery. He loves hats.
  • 1 - Disorganization. Petre is the kind of guy who knows where everything is and DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH IT! People who live in squalor make him visibly anxious.
  • 2 - Small children. Small children are awkward. They can’t communicate properly, they invade personal space, etc. Petre hasn’t quite grown into the idea that he can make one with whatever woman he’s going to marry. He has no idea how to change a diaper. And if any child under five approaches him, he’ll stumble through a conversation and feel awful.
  • 3 - Bare feet. Feet are gross. Weird. Toe cheese and smelly and all that. Please don’t put your feet on Petre. If someone does, he tends to freak out a little, jump away, shudder, etc. Shoes are okay, feet are not.
  • 1 - Odelle abandoning him. Petre has abandonment issues already but Odelle scooping him up and giving him an education and a place to live has caused a new fear to grow in his heart: the possibility of all of this going away. He doesn’t THINK Odelle is the type to kick her Wards out but...he’s in unfamiliar territory right now and he desperately needs a good opportunity to pan out for him. 
  • 2 - Losing his talent. Singing and numbers have kept Petre alive in this scary world so far and without them, he believes he wouldn’t live long. When Petre is sick and he can’t sing, he whips himself into a frenzy about getting better faster.
  • 3 - Gangs. Gangs were the reason that Petre became an orphan. Gangs still scare him immensely. He’ll start having panic attacks if he thinks he’s dealing with gang members or in gang territory.
Craft Strengths:
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Craft Weaknesses:
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Life Story

Mother: Ivanka Vecks, Landen female (deceased at age 28)
Father: Dmitri Vecks, Landen female (deceased at age 32)
Siblings: none

Petre’s first real memory is hearing his mother sing in the kitchen while making dinner. The way he tells it, it’s almost like it happened yesterday, with a wistful smile on his face as he remembers (or imagines) that clear, ringing sound, and how he toddled over, abandoning his toys, to hear it fully.

His next real memory is coming through the Service Fair. He didn’t understand why they had to move and still doesn’t have all of the answers, but they left in a hurry. Petre was only allowed to bring one toy, a little horse cart with wheels, and had to help carry what seemed to be a bulging bag of clothes for a four year old. It was cold in Glacia and it was cold in Little Terreille, but Petre’s mother promised him that it would get better and warmer here.

They had a dingy little apartment. That never changed. But eventually, it did get better. There was more food on the table. Petre’s father came home with more gifts. Things around the apartment got upgraded to newer. Petre remembered running his little hands along the edges of the new table when it came in for hours, wondering how the craftsmen had gotten it so perfect. And at night, after dinner, there was singing to be had. Dmitri, Petre’s father, played guitar and taught his son, even though some of the chords were tough for an eight year old to reach. Ivanka, Petre’s mother, taught him both music and math. Little Petre loved solving problems early on. They were like little fun puzzles for him to figure out. Unlike other children who got bored with school, Petre excelled at it and wanted more.

Looking back, he’ll say he saw the patterns of doom coming but he thought they would go away. His father came home late some nights, or not at all. His parents would argue with hushed voices late at night when they thought Petre was sleeping. Ends were still being met but the gifts stopped coming and those evenings singing together became strained. Something was going on. Yet, whenever Petre asked, he was told to focus on his schooling, because that was more important. So he did.

Until the night when his father didn’t come home for a second night in a row. He woke up to his mother pacing, telling him to stay in his room. When there was a knock on the door, his mother didn’t answer it. When the door came crashing down, Petre hid in a pile of clothes, using his tiny size to his advantage. He never saw what happened to his mother but he heard plenty. And the trail of blood leaving the apartment told him far more than he wanted to know.

Petre left the apartment that night. He went to a family friend’s apartment first but they hurriedly told him to leave. They were afraid of something. What? He couldn’t think of anywhere else to go so he went to his school, climbing into an unlocked window and spending a cold, frightened night under his teacher’s desk.

He obviously couldn’t stay at the school forever. The next few months, he bounced around from place to place, but no one would let him stay permanently. They said his father had run afoul with one of the Gangs and if they were caught harboring a ten year old boy, whether or not he was being hunted, it could mean trouble. Petre didn’t want anyone else to suffer because of him. So, he left. He lied and told people he had somewhere to stay. He managed to scrounge up enough for another year of schooling but by the age of twelve, he had to drop out.

For the next three years, Petre was a beggared street musician. Sometimes, he found a few weeks’ work helping a place with their accounting but it never lasted. Some weeks, he had a good setup on the corner where he could play without being chased off. And then there were some days where his pockets and stomach were empty.

That all changed sometime in his fifteenth year. He had made a little spot to sing for marks in front of a bakery one morning when a Queen swept in. Taking notice of his disheveled state, she bought him a loaf of bread. He sang her the best song he knew. And by the end of that interaction, he became a Ward of her Court, homeless no more. For the next three years, Petre proved his worth to Odelle, determined not to return to the life he once lived.

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There were lots of verbs and adjectives to describe opportunity, depending on the situation. Sometimes, it knocked. Sometimes, it struck. Sometimes, it closed a window but opened a door. Sometimes, it had to build a door. Sometimes, it was quiet. Rarely did it barge in though. All of these things, Petre knew. But Opportunity always seemed to hover just out of his reach, on the other side of a fence he couldn’t climb. Some people might have become bitter with this sort of challenge.

Petre had always liked challenges.

Small ones, mental ones, mind you. Nothing physical. He was hardly the physical type, with his small stature and soft muscles. But his mind, once he set his mind to something that was challenging, he almost always succeeded. So it was just a matter of time before he figured out how to climb that fence that separated him from Opportunity and walk into a life that wasn’t this one.

Maybe today was that day, he thought, biting his lip in concentration as he tuned his battered guitar. His fingers found the right chord and he began singing to the crowds just waking up that morning. Most people wouldn’t give him a second look, with his worn and dirty clothing, but those that really appreciated music, those were the ones who did a double take, or, even better, stopped to listen and pass a mark or two his way.

He wasn’t singing just then when Opportunity came his way. He was just picking through some variations in the key of D, lost in the music, when she arrived. It came as an absolute surprise that she offered him a loaf of bread -- a freshly baked thing that smelled of rosemary and honey, not stale and crumbly -- and his fingers slipped on the frets for a moment. She smiled at him.

He beamed back at her.

Just for that simple thing, he launched into a song about a pretty girl the town all loved. Really launched into it. Tapping his feet, swaying with the rhythm, singing his boyish little heart out. At the end of it, he took a bow and thanked her sincerely. He expected and her escort to be on their way a moment later and he’d go back to singing for another few marks.

But she didn’t. And by the end of their conversation, Petre realized that Opportunity had wanted to be serenaded first before opening the gate on that fence and letting him in.

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Re: Petre Vecks
« Reply #1 on: Oct 25, 17, 09:41:35 AM »
ready for review!
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Re: Petre Vecks
« Reply #2 on: Oct 25, 17, 09:48:40 AM »
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Re: Petre Vecks
« Reply #3 on: Oct 25, 17, 10:18:17 AM »
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Re: Petre Vecks
« Reply #4 on: Oct 25, 17, 06:12:58 PM »
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Re: Petre Vecks
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