Name: Ptolemy Nyracuse
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 18
Worship: none
Weapon: none
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Rank: Slave
Type of Mancer: unskilled
Ptolemy believes in nothing. Belief is a curse to his situation. It makes him hope for better and dream of futures and long for freedoms he knows he will never have. But there is always the promise of one. There is always that faint and flickering hope just beyond his grasp. One day he will touch it, he believes. And just as he believes, so he tries not to. He makes the most of his situation even though it is bleak. He holds on even though it is dire. Perhaps because he too longs for what all men truly crave, and that is freedom. Ptolemy never thought much of it at first. He was very young when it was taken from him, young enough to not know he had it. His father was in the UmbraCruor and his mother was an Imperium, though he does not know from where. When he was barely three years old, she was killed and he was taken to live as a slave with a new name and a new pair of chains. He does not know who his parents were or are or where they could be. He hardly even thinks about that sort of thing. Slaves don't have parents. They don't have families or friends or acquaintances. They have masters, and that is all they are supposed to know.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 18
Worship: none
Weapon: none
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Rank: Slave
Type of Mancer: unskilled
Ptolemy believes in nothing. Belief is a curse to his situation. It makes him hope for better and dream of futures and long for freedoms he knows he will never have. But there is always the promise of one. There is always that faint and flickering hope just beyond his grasp. One day he will touch it, he believes. And just as he believes, so he tries not to. He makes the most of his situation even though it is bleak. He holds on even though it is dire. Perhaps because he too longs for what all men truly crave, and that is freedom. Ptolemy never thought much of it at first. He was very young when it was taken from him, young enough to not know he had it. His father was in the UmbraCruor and his mother was an Imperium, though he does not know from where. When he was barely three years old, she was killed and he was taken to live as a slave with a new name and a new pair of chains. He does not know who his parents were or are or where they could be. He hardly even thinks about that sort of thing. Slaves don't have parents. They don't have families or friends or acquaintances. They have masters, and that is all they are supposed to know.