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Full Name: Riordan Warwick
Nickname(s) βThe War Merchantβ
Age: 30
Gender: Male (cisgender)
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Human
Role: The Thief
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At 5β10β, with a lean build, and slightly gaunt in the face, Riordan is not a physically imposing man. He has dark brown hair kept mostly short on the sides, scrutinizing blue eyes, and light skin occasionally marked by superficial scars - especially along his arms and back. He has no tattoos (such things would only make him easier to identify by the guards) and no piercings.
Despite having a significant amount of money, Riordanβs clothes are not particularly fancy. He prefers dark colors, simple fabrics, and utilitarian designs - including leather for simple protection.
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Overview
Riordan has his public-facing mannerisms since he has a reputation to uphold - sly, observant, tactical, intelligent, driven, talented, and with a quick smile on the best days - but on bad days this makes him a cold, greedy, dangerous snake. At his worst, heβll simply drink in silence.
Alone or in an intimate setting, he is not an open book by any means. The fake smile fades, replaced by a resting frown, and he will seem lost in deep thought. Direct eye contact is not easy, but even harder is opening up to anyone about anything. He does not know how to talk about emotions, or feelings - only tangible things, like money and magic. To him, magic is more real and βsolidβ than his feelings ever could be.
Riordan prefers not to be the leader of anything, but someone who works from the shadows in the background - being the one in control, but not the one that everybody looks at first. He does not particularly enjoy having too much focus on him, for too long, but will absolutely step up to intimidate or persuade someone into compliance if need be. If pushed too much, his temper will flare - and that is not a pleasant thing to be on the receiving end.
Likes
- Money. Riordan is obsessed with wealth - gaining it, spending it, and using it to his advantage. He doesnβt seem to have an end goal as to how to use all this money, has no family to support, and often spends it as fast as he earns it. The only thing that could explain his desire for money at this point is that it is a compulsion.
- Magic. Despite his deep displeasure for the Isle of Magiβs school and their βboring and inefficientβ way of teaching students, Riordan has a sincere love of magic - particularly the performance of it. No matter how common magic is in general, he still gets a thrill out of using it - especially in impressive or shocking ways in front of others. Jinx magic may not be flashy by itself, but he always finds a way to make such with the items he sells.
- Drinking & Gambling. One of his favorite past-times and ways to spend his excess money, Riordan is no stranger to taverns and back-room gambling games. The less legal, the better. He prefers back-alley bars, hole-in-the-wall establishments, and other dark spots around Camsir where he wonβt be accosted by anyone too nosy for their own good. If the establishment is a brothel, then it's even better. His favorite drink is dark ale.
- Reading. Heβs never enjoyed reading for pleasure - it's too much sitting around and staring, and not enough doing. It also reminds him of his unhappy childhood and his bullies, a time he prefers to bury in the past.
- Rich, Spoiled, & Powerful People. Having grown up poor and subject to the brunt of teasing from classmates who came from money, he has a deep bitterness towards those who flaunt their wealth and power, including the royal family. Both of them. Despite being money-hungry himself, he somehow manages to do some mental gymnastics and convince himself that he is not as bad as those wealthy people he hates - even if it is an unfair assessment.
- The Wilderness. Riordan is a city man, through and through. While no stranger to getting his hands dirty (figuratively or literally), sleeping in uncomfortable beds, or enduring poor weather, he still prefers doing all this while within city limits, where the comforts of city living are at least possibly accessible if you have the coin. He much prefers a roof over his head and seasoned food on his plate, rather than stars and plain meat on a stick over a fire pit. A refugee camp is not his ideal place to be.
- Deep Water. Riordan has been on a ship twice in his life: Once on the way to the Isle of Magi, and once on the way back. That is twice too many times for one life, for him. If not fighting off nausea, heβll be hiding somewhere below deck so he doesnβt have to see the water. Being forced into any body of water deeper than what is strictly necessary to wash in will make him panic, and he absolutely hates having his head or face underwater. Heβs a poor swimmer on top of this fear, so he absolutely avoids deep water at all costs.
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Main Skills
- Jinx Magic (Specialization: Inventor)
- Tempest Magic (Specialization: Metaphysical)
Secondary Skills
- Negotiation. Heβs navigated the complex world of taxes and import/export laws for enough years that he has a solid handle on how contracts work, and all the ways to get into - or out of - one. King Seadane may turn the whole legal system upside down, but hopefully that experience taught him something.
- Stealth. Years of obtaining goods illegally have taught him a few tricks when it comes to moving silently through various environments. Those ill-gotten goods didnβt just fall into his lap (not all of them, anyway). He can silently approach almost anyone without the use of magic - adding it only makes him more slippery. You canβt see him coming if your senses are dulled, after all.
- Physical Combat. Selling stolen goods of any kind is dangerous work, but even more so when those are magical goods worth more than some peopleβs yearly income. Whether it be hand-to-hand combat or with a weapon, he has at least a decent working knowledge of how to defend himself and hopefully not immediately lose an altercation.
Other Skills
- Excellent Memory. Names, faces, dates, random tidbits of information - his mind is a steel trap for anything he deems interesting or useful.
- Reading Maps. Heβs seen numerous maps of many kinds of places - cities and wildlands alike - while planning how to have one of his βintermediariesβ physically obtain goods for him. Heβs adept at interpreting the various symbols and styles used in maps, both common and rare.
- Poison - Creation & Administration. Many think poison is a βwomanβs weaponβ. Those people are idiots. Those people are also more often than not killed by poison.
- Card Games. Specifically, how to always win, when he wants to. Whether it is cheating, magic, or just skill, he seems to have the upper hand in most card games.
Weapons Used
- Cane-Sword. Hidden inside what looks merely like an ornate walking stick is a razor-sharp rapier. The handle of the stick is carved in the shape of a ravenβs head and is made of silver. This is a subtly-enchanted magical item, enchanted to return to Riordanβs hand should he ever lose it.
- Steel Dagger. Strapped to his lower back, out of sight, is a steel dagger. This is a subtly-enchanted magical item, enchanted to be hidden from plain sight so that he looks unarmed. If physically searched with a pat-down, the dagger would still be felt, and then revealed.
- Tempest Magic. If the physical fails, there is always the magical - particularly fire and earth elements (especially a manipulation of metals via earth magicks). Not water, though.
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Born in Camsir, Riordan remembers more about the cityβs streets than about his family or his home from when he was little. His father drank himself into an early grave, and his mother always seemed to be working outside of the house somewhere. At age twelve, he was tested for magical aptitude - and mercifully, was accepted to attend schooling on the Isle of Magi. Unable to deal with raising a child she was never interested in having to begin with, she sent him off to the Isle - alone.
Riordan excelled in the practical application of his studies, but not in βextraneous nonsenseβ that the school required him to do - such as write essays, read books, or do anything that did not directly and immediately related to the practice of magic. Unlike most of his peers, Riordan struggled with reading and writing, having not previously been provided the kind of education or support he needed to learn such adequately. He eventually caught up in such skills, but not without developing a deep distaste for doing too much of it - and picking up a bully along the way.
Riordan was always experimenting with magic, consequences be damned. He wasnβt learning by reading about magic in a book, he was learning by doing it. Even if that meant starting a few accidental fires, creating a crater in someoneβs garden, fusing metal doors together, and creating some dangerous devices that no child under the age of eighteen should have access to.
This earned Riordan a bit of a reputation at the school when he was older. While some teachers applauded his ability to catch on quickly, most were concerned he was too much of a liability. A dangerous hazard, even. It did not help that Riordan and a few other misfits in the school, including Roarke who would quickly become his best friend, had somehow figured out a system of infiltration and distractions that allowed them to steal supplies from various locked rooms and cabinets around the school for their own βstudyβ (and entertainment) purposes.
An eventual investigation into Riordanβs antics at the school uncovered his thievery ring included no less than half a dozen other student culprits. On top of that, they werenβt just using the stolen goods for themselves, but were selling them under the table to fellow students at a severe markup. At the age of sixteen, he was already the ringleader of his own gang within the collegeβs halls.
The next year, Riordan was expelled from the school - he was too much of a danger and was a poor example to the other students. His best friend, Roarke, was also expelled for the same reason. Instructors breathed a sigh of relief when both were shipped back home.
By this point, he hadnβt received a letter from his mother in two years. He wasnβt interested in trying to find her again, so he returned to Camsir and struck out on his own (with Roarke at his side), intent on using his newfound skills to make his own way in life. You didnβt need to be a graduate to make your own fortune, he figured. Riordan soon disappeared back into the criminal world of the city - back home, where he belonged.
Since then, Riordan had been building his empire of stolen magical goods - some smuggled from the Isle of Magi, others simply stolen from one owner and sold to another. This has made him very familiar with the bureaucracy of the Kingdom with regards to import-export laws, taxation, and a myriad of other legal nonsense the average person doesnβt care much about. All of this is in pursuit of obtaining magical items at the lowest cost and a risk he can handle, so that he can sell them to the highest bidder. Discretion is everything, and he doesnβt ask for more information from his potential buyers than he actually needs. The more dangerous or rare an item is, the better - and more thrilling to Riordan. Roarke was at his side every step of the way.
Life was good, until King Seadane ruined everything. Uncertainty surrounding the beginning of the war caused a brief uptick in sales of magic items, especially those for protection or self-defense, but once the violence was in full swing, the market for magic items was all but destroyed. It became impossible to smuggle new items into the city, and potential buyers were scared off - or killed off - left and right. The crackdown made even legal commerce happening in broad daylight difficult, so illegal trades done under the table were twice as risky. Buyers dried up, goods disappeared, and soon Riordan had no business.
Riordan could have handled laying low for a few years until things settled down, or until he had a plan to start over in another city - Ravensbourne, maybe, with how hungry the citizens there were for outside trade, if one could manage it. It almost did work, too, until one night when King Seadaneβs enforcers raided a hole-in-the-wall tavern looking for dissidents. The official story was that guards searched a tavern looking for someone accused of treason. The reality, however, was that drunk enforcers busted into the tavern looking for a fight, and started dragging people out into the street for random executions.
Roarke was one of the unlucky few to be executed in the street that night.
Riordan hastily buried Roarkeβs body in a secret location, grabbed a few belongings, and fled the city. He needed his revenge, but he needed time and opportunity to come up with a plan first.
Riordan excelled in the practical application of his studies, but not in βextraneous nonsenseβ that the school required him to do - such as write essays, read books, or do anything that did not directly and immediately related to the practice of magic. Unlike most of his peers, Riordan struggled with reading and writing, having not previously been provided the kind of education or support he needed to learn such adequately. He eventually caught up in such skills, but not without developing a deep distaste for doing too much of it - and picking up a bully along the way.
Riordan was always experimenting with magic, consequences be damned. He wasnβt learning by reading about magic in a book, he was learning by doing it. Even if that meant starting a few accidental fires, creating a crater in someoneβs garden, fusing metal doors together, and creating some dangerous devices that no child under the age of eighteen should have access to.
This earned Riordan a bit of a reputation at the school when he was older. While some teachers applauded his ability to catch on quickly, most were concerned he was too much of a liability. A dangerous hazard, even. It did not help that Riordan and a few other misfits in the school, including Roarke who would quickly become his best friend, had somehow figured out a system of infiltration and distractions that allowed them to steal supplies from various locked rooms and cabinets around the school for their own βstudyβ (and entertainment) purposes.
An eventual investigation into Riordanβs antics at the school uncovered his thievery ring included no less than half a dozen other student culprits. On top of that, they werenβt just using the stolen goods for themselves, but were selling them under the table to fellow students at a severe markup. At the age of sixteen, he was already the ringleader of his own gang within the collegeβs halls.
The next year, Riordan was expelled from the school - he was too much of a danger and was a poor example to the other students. His best friend, Roarke, was also expelled for the same reason. Instructors breathed a sigh of relief when both were shipped back home.
By this point, he hadnβt received a letter from his mother in two years. He wasnβt interested in trying to find her again, so he returned to Camsir and struck out on his own (with Roarke at his side), intent on using his newfound skills to make his own way in life. You didnβt need to be a graduate to make your own fortune, he figured. Riordan soon disappeared back into the criminal world of the city - back home, where he belonged.
Since then, Riordan had been building his empire of stolen magical goods - some smuggled from the Isle of Magi, others simply stolen from one owner and sold to another. This has made him very familiar with the bureaucracy of the Kingdom with regards to import-export laws, taxation, and a myriad of other legal nonsense the average person doesnβt care much about. All of this is in pursuit of obtaining magical items at the lowest cost and a risk he can handle, so that he can sell them to the highest bidder. Discretion is everything, and he doesnβt ask for more information from his potential buyers than he actually needs. The more dangerous or rare an item is, the better - and more thrilling to Riordan. Roarke was at his side every step of the way.
Life was good, until King Seadane ruined everything. Uncertainty surrounding the beginning of the war caused a brief uptick in sales of magic items, especially those for protection or self-defense, but once the violence was in full swing, the market for magic items was all but destroyed. It became impossible to smuggle new items into the city, and potential buyers were scared off - or killed off - left and right. The crackdown made even legal commerce happening in broad daylight difficult, so illegal trades done under the table were twice as risky. Buyers dried up, goods disappeared, and soon Riordan had no business.
Riordan could have handled laying low for a few years until things settled down, or until he had a plan to start over in another city - Ravensbourne, maybe, with how hungry the citizens there were for outside trade, if one could manage it. It almost did work, too, until one night when King Seadaneβs enforcers raided a hole-in-the-wall tavern looking for dissidents. The official story was that guards searched a tavern looking for someone accused of treason. The reality, however, was that drunk enforcers busted into the tavern looking for a fight, and started dragging people out into the street for random executions.
Roarke was one of the unlucky few to be executed in the street that night.
Riordan hastily buried Roarkeβs body in a secret location, grabbed a few belongings, and fled the city. He needed his revenge, but he needed time and opportunity to come up with a plan first.
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Reputation
Riordanβs name is not exactly a household name, not among the typical upstanding citizen living on the right side of the law, but those with connections to the criminal underbelly, and those with enough money, likely know him by his trade name - The War Merchant. The man that can get any kind of magical item you might need, no matter how deadly or dangerous.
Depending on your morality, that name is either said with the disgust or fear reserved for bloodthirsty, unscrupulous dealers of death, or his name is said with respect for someone who ought not be crossed. While never considered to be the person directly responsible for some of the more notable assassinations in the last ten years or so, it is presumed he probably had a hand in those deaths, one way or another - especially of those who died were wealthy and powerful. There is no proof, however, and the wanted posters that occasionally go up tend to come down just as quickly.
Few people can connect a face to this name, and where he lives or operates is hard to pin down. Some people think he might even be a myth - long dead, never existed, or one of many people operating under the same name. Working so closely with Roarke only helped feed this myth.
When given the chance to meet the man behind the name, some people may not believe him, others may be intrigued, while others would be fearful or distrusting of his motives.
Why Join the Party?
Riordan has a bone to pick with King Seadaneβs men, and is focused on getting revenge for Roarkeβs death. Although he was forced to flee the city to the refugee camp like many others, he doesnβt plan on sitting idly by or running away forever. He needs money, supplies, a place to lay low, and most importantly, a plan. Maybe this group is a means to an end, an opportunity to make money, or at least a way to keep occupied until he can put his head on straight again and come up with a plan. Even if it takes him years of slowly enacting his revenge, one strike at a time, heβll get it. One way or another.
Biggest Secrets
- Roarkeβs Death.
The true nature of the relationship itself was a secret to begin with, for their mutual safety, but now that heβs dead it is the last thing Riordan wants to talk about. It is no comfort to him that many other people around him have lost loved ones in the war. He just doesnβt know how to open up at all, let alone about something heβs never talked about before.
- Where Did His Fortune Go?
Riordan made a significant amount of money with each item he sold. So where did all that money go? There was never any obvious sign around the city of someone with money moving in - no new fancy estates being built, no major renovations, nothing. Guards who tried to locate him checked all the usual places a criminal might blow a large amount of money - taverns, gambling halls, and the like - and still couldnβt track him down. One thing that never caught the attention of guards, however, were modest-sized anonymous donations made at random times throughout the year to the cityβs orphanages and hospitals. This is not something heβll admit for a number of reasons - including the fact he has an image to maintain.
- Slow Reader.
One would think with all the time Riordan has spent dealing with laws and contracts, he could speed-read his way through even the most complicated documents. This isnβt the case. Heβs much better at orally weaseling his way out of a situation, rather than relying on the might of his pen. He is by no means illiterate, but even as an adult, he struggles. It embarrasses and angers him, so he does anything he can to try and avoid situations where he needs to read in front of others.
- Guilty, Sometimes.
Many rumors swirl around whether The War Merchant was responsible for one assassination or another. Truth be told, he has killed people before - but most of those deaths people talk about were done by professional assassins hired by rivals. All he did was supply the necessary poison or magical item needed for the job. This might make him guilty by association, but he is by no means innocent.
- Not Just a Merchant.
Skilled with Jinx magic, not every item he sells has been created by someone else and stolen - several have been his own creations. He claims theyβre stolen anyways; it helps markup the price. Consider it a βdanger feeβ.
- Why Does He Hate Water?
He refuses to talk about it in any depth, saying it dates back to something his mother did when he was younger. In truth, she tried to drown him in a bathtub as a child. He tries to repress this memory as much as he can.
Extras:
- Ambidextrous
- Travels on foot, and has never owned a horse. He's never had time to care for an animal, but liked to feed stray cats back in Camsir.
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