Character Profile - Glaive
This time around, we'll be focusing our profile on Qualtan's newfound friend ... or foe ... Glaive.
"You are named after a weapon?" Qualtan asked.
"That name was given to me, by me. Do you wish to hear my story or not?" Glaive replied.
Their introduction wasn't an easy one. Glaive is a half-orcne, which in their world spells trouble. Orcne are a bestial race of creatures. Originally stemming from a savage, demonic race know as the Orcneas, spawn of supposed evil gods, they eventually became known as the Orcne, considered "the lowest on the totem pole" of the Kind when compared to the Human-Kind and Elf-Kind. As Glaive himself puts it, "Orcnes really are a hateful, spiteful bunch." They are bullies - abusive, greedy, with angry black teeth and white tusks. Bow-legged, with splotchy coloration and yellow eyes, they are known for raiding and attacking peaceful settlements, robbing and maiming, making war upon any creature they come across, as much with themselves as others. Ask any orcne, and they will say they were forced into such conditions by the hate of humans and elves that felt themselves superior to them and decided to push the creatures out of their rightful lands. They would also say they are merely trying to stand up to these sort of bullies and be acknowledged as rightful Kind like anybody else. With such a colorful heritage, it wasn't a surprise that Glaive's lot in life was hardly an easy one. Born of an evil witch and an orcne clan leader, his dual blood made him an outsider to both races. Losing his parents at an early age, he was forced to become a thief in order to survive. Attempting to steal from professional thieves brought him into the Company of the Dartful Hand, and soon he found acceptance and respect, of a sort, under the scheming merchant lord the Hand was secretly financed by. But even here he was betrayed, and when he was setup as a scapegoat, Glaive found himself back on the run, living by his wits once again. That is, until he came across an unlikely hero named Qualtan, who rescued him from an angry gang of humans that did not appreciate one of orcne blood daring to enter their tavern, taking a seat and drinking an ale like any other Man. Qualtan's sincere, somewhat naive acceptance of Glaive, ignoring the prejudices of their time, leads to the half-orcne's curiosity, and soon an unlikely alliance forms.
"That's the second time you've called me a man," the half-orcne said, his features softening.
"Aren't you?"
"Hah. Not to many. Your words are taken with more value than you would know."
A friendship in the making? Perhaps. But when the chance to steal a veritable fortune makes itself known, temptation takes precedence, and a choice between friendship and betrayal is made. Will Glaive prove to himself he is not what he has been labeled to be, or will he indulge in the biased expectations he has resented from others?
"You are named after a weapon?" Qualtan asked.
"That name was given to me, by me. Do you wish to hear my story or not?" Glaive replied.
Their introduction wasn't an easy one. Glaive is a half-orcne, which in their world spells trouble. Orcne are a bestial race of creatures. Originally stemming from a savage, demonic race know as the Orcneas, spawn of supposed evil gods, they eventually became known as the Orcne, considered "the lowest on the totem pole" of the Kind when compared to the Human-Kind and Elf-Kind. As Glaive himself puts it, "Orcnes really are a hateful, spiteful bunch." They are bullies - abusive, greedy, with angry black teeth and white tusks. Bow-legged, with splotchy coloration and yellow eyes, they are known for raiding and attacking peaceful settlements, robbing and maiming, making war upon any creature they come across, as much with themselves as others. Ask any orcne, and they will say they were forced into such conditions by the hate of humans and elves that felt themselves superior to them and decided to push the creatures out of their rightful lands. They would also say they are merely trying to stand up to these sort of bullies and be acknowledged as rightful Kind like anybody else. With such a colorful heritage, it wasn't a surprise that Glaive's lot in life was hardly an easy one. Born of an evil witch and an orcne clan leader, his dual blood made him an outsider to both races. Losing his parents at an early age, he was forced to become a thief in order to survive. Attempting to steal from professional thieves brought him into the Company of the Dartful Hand, and soon he found acceptance and respect, of a sort, under the scheming merchant lord the Hand was secretly financed by. But even here he was betrayed, and when he was setup as a scapegoat, Glaive found himself back on the run, living by his wits once again. That is, until he came across an unlikely hero named Qualtan, who rescued him from an angry gang of humans that did not appreciate one of orcne blood daring to enter their tavern, taking a seat and drinking an ale like any other Man. Qualtan's sincere, somewhat naive acceptance of Glaive, ignoring the prejudices of their time, leads to the half-orcne's curiosity, and soon an unlikely alliance forms.
"That's the second time you've called me a man," the half-orcne said, his features softening.
"Aren't you?"
"Hah. Not to many. Your words are taken with more value than you would know."
A friendship in the making? Perhaps. But when the chance to steal a veritable fortune makes itself known, temptation takes precedence, and a choice between friendship and betrayal is made. Will Glaive prove to himself he is not what he has been labeled to be, or will he indulge in the biased expectations he has resented from others?
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