Thorondor “Ian” Caladharas is the 18 year old heir to one of the first of the Merchant Houses. An intelligent, independent teenager; Ian has a tendency towards irreverence and and frustration. In all honesty, he doesn’t care what his grandfather says he is heir to, he just wants to have a normal life. Or at least as normal a one as possible. (As my skills improved I made some revamps to this characters appearance to reflect aging and such as well. The top picture is how he is currently modeled. )
Hakon BlackAxe is a highly placed member of the BlackAxe branch of House Delusarnan. Hakon was romantically involved with Theresa Quinlan for a number of years before she became bodyguard to the Taoiseach.
This lady (who chooses to remain nameless) is professional assassin who hails from the city of Naglorond. She does most of her work for private citizens since the end of the House Wars, where she was responsible for the deaths of a number of House personnel.
The handle she is currently using is “Targeter” All that is known about her so far is that she was a child prostitute in Naglorond who killed her way out of the business , and decided to never put her fate in the hands of another ever again.
No need to hide. Spend twenty or thirty years living in a society, building an identity and persona. Along the way, you become a mentor to others, implementing your narrative and plan openly through your unknowing ‘students,’ but with the use of extreme subtlety.
In such a manner, you never need to fight anything or anyone at any time…while other people fight, struggle, live and die according to the memes you’ve spread throughout their society.
Such a man could be living a poverty-stricken life, living in the wrong part of town in a flyover state…or he could be a bartender at a dive, a rancher, a truck driver or a janitor…or the local garbage collector…and no one would ever suspect of him of doing anything at all.
Spreading those memes in such a fashion, such a person becomes the purloined letter, with the caveat that no one ever suspects the ‘minister’ of any wrongdoing… iow, imagine if the purloined letter, while hiding in plain sight, is never found…because no one ever suspects that it exists in the first place.
All of which leads me to believe that certain characters in this story are not all that they appear to be on the surface.
…but I’m kinda paranoid, so take it for what it’s worth.
Edgar Allen Poe. The Purloined Letter. Let’s all hide in plain sight.
No need to hide. Spend twenty or thirty years living in a society, building an identity and persona. Along the way, you become a mentor to others, implementing your narrative and plan openly through your unknowing ‘students,’ but with the use of extreme subtlety.
In such a manner, you never need to fight anything or anyone at any time…while other people fight, struggle, live and die according to the memes you’ve spread throughout their society.
Such a man could be living a poverty-stricken life, living in the wrong part of town in a flyover state…or he could be a bartender at a dive, a rancher, a truck driver or a janitor…or the local garbage collector…and no one would ever suspect of him of doing anything at all.
Spreading those memes in such a fashion, such a person becomes the purloined letter, with the caveat that no one ever suspects the ‘minister’ of any wrongdoing… iow, imagine if the purloined letter, while hiding in plain sight, is never found…because no one ever suspects that it exists in the first place.
All of which leads me to believe that certain characters in this story are not all that they appear to be on the surface.
…but I’m kinda paranoid, so take it for what it’s worth.