Well well, what should I write about myself? Firstly, I am a devoted member of the Conlegium Sicariorum, or the Ankh-Morpork Assassins Guild. I am in Raven House, and so far, at the time of writing, have completed the Master of History course, written by Pendrake at the time. I am a Guild History buff, as can be seen from the large ‘The Guild’ section, and being a Newbiehelper, I enjoy helping new players enter the world we know of as the Disc, even if they interrupt something important. Although it is kinda irritating to find that I am in the ‘Least Helpful Player’ category of the 2007 Osrics (25th if I am not mistaken. I must recheck the figure again)
Character Story
Born to a Sicarian father and Ninja mother, Mortifi enjoyed an extremely privileged upbringing in the upper echelons of Ankh society. The de Azraele was a grand old family, known for their formidable skills as Assassins.
When he was still young, a blaze caught on the de Azraele mansion. Mortifi’s parents, being more perceptive, sensed something was not right, grabbing the baby and making a beeline for the door. Seeing the main doorway about to give way, Mortifi’s father hurled the baby, using skills normally supposed to hurl knives at throats, into safety, just as the doorway collapsed.
He was graciously brought up by Silverthorne Antares, a close family friend, who trained him in the ways of an Assassin, such as stealth, inhumation, and, of course, style. He was enrolled in the Assassins Guild of Ankh-Morpork, and was placed in Raven House. There, he was driven to become a Graduate, upon completing his studies, finally took The Run. Miss Band, his examiner, upon seeing him have no qualms line up the finishing blow, was more than happy to pass him. He took up a postgraduate course, becoming a Master of History, and worked on other courses.
He later fell out with his master, over an extremely trivial matter. Try as he like, Silverthorne would not acknowledge his attempts to make peace, and Mortifi unwillingly gave up in regaining his friendship.
He would walk around with a happy demeanor, grinning and joking, extremely sociable, but some people knew of a side of him not many saw, and probably hoped never to see.
He deals in Moonlit Market items, cocktail catering and various other enterprises, to earn money. He is also a thespian, taking part in performances such as ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail on <Two>’ and ‘
Word on the street is that he has a sweetheart, though this person remains unknown.
Karek is the eldest son of Lord and Lady Varin of Ankh. Raised in Ankh-Morpork, from a young age he chafed somewhat at the restrictive nature of the aristocratic social circles in which his parents moved. As a boy he would often play hooky from school, hiding a stash of non-descript clothes near his house so as to better appear a street urchin and relying on his natural talents to get him through his exams (with unsurprisingly varied results). His despairing parents considered sending him off to the country to avoid him associating with such riff-raff, but a chance comment by Dr Cruces at a soiree convinced his father that a spell at the Assassins' Guild School would bring such behaviour to a crashing halt. So it was to prove.
His first few weeks as an Oppidian were uneventful, though he still frequently absented himself to wander the streets. After sneaking unnoticed out of a deportment class via a convenient third storey window, the long arm of the Guild, in this case the one belonging to one of the tutors, Mr Mericet, grabbed him by the collar. After what Karek would describe (much later in life) as "a damn good thrashing. Deserved it too!" he never looked back (and not only because his neck hurt too much). Unfortunately, he did not look down either, breaking both ankles in the subsequent fall.
Partly as punishment and partly in deference to his temporary immobility, Karek was given his first Guild Job - Protector of the Guild's Potatoes. Confined to a chair in the corner of Guild's vegetable store, he was instructed by the cook to "get rid of the rats somehow - we don't care how. Had one of those fellows in with a pipe a few years ago, but the little buggers are everywhere nowada- look, there goes one of the little blighters now." It was to be a turning point for the boy. Forced to sit in the corner of the room in the dark for weeks on end, and with only potatoes for ammunition, he developed two key skills; how to stay still, and how to hit a target when he threw at it. At the end of his enforced convalescence, he enthusiastically rejoined his classmates, promptly dropping the Oppidian syllabus and re-enrolling as a King's Scholar. He passed the Run easily.
Since his parents have long since retired to their estates outside the city, and with their ancestral home currently occupied by his sister, Karek maintains the life of a city bachelor. He has served in varying roles within the Guild, including Guildmaster and Master of his beloved Viper House. He travels frequently on Official Business, but is often to be found around the Guild chatting to other members and occasionally helping more promising students.
I'm a Ninja and new to the world of assassination. I've been playing DW MUD for over a year and have a witchy alt.
My background story is still a work in progress so more coming soon when I've made it up!