Sigil: City of Doors

Posted: **Wed Aug 25, 2010 12:00 am**

Basic Information
Name: Joxan Al'qua'deem
Aliases: Raven (which surprisingly also has been given to him in Sigil by another in the form of "Raven one"
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Zakharan
Age: 27
Profession: Errand runner, trader and offers various services to those who need a hand.
Languages: Common, Elven, Celestial
Accent: Middle Eastern Accent

Physical Information
Height: around 1m83
Weight: 75 kilo's
Body build: lightly muscular, lean.
Skin type: smooth save his mustache, lightly brown-ish
Hair style: Long hair, braided tail, raven black.
Scars: None
Tattoos: None visible
Eyes: Not Blue...Not Green...some rare mix in between, radiant.

Mental Information
Alignment: ?
Philosophy: Life should be enjoyed! no?
Deity/Beliefs: Olidamara

Personality:
Flirtatious
Secretive
Professional
Charming
Humble
Outgoing

Additional Information
Gear: Two small, curved blades, sheathed, hang from his belt on both hips, a small crossbow on his back.

Mannerisms: A charming young man, quick to offer a smile upon others. Helpfull and seemingly willing to take a job offered with both hands. Well groomed and generally pleasant in conversation. Hates to be in someone's debt, most likely will attempt to repay it by offering his skills.

Posted: **Wed Aug 25, 2010 12:00 am**

- Running over white, flat rooftops, Joxan leaps and grabs a wooden bar poking out of a building, lifting himself up and climbing higher up -

" Joxan Al'qua'deem! I weel keel you! you honorless dog! have you no shame? that was my wife you corrupted! AYYYYYYY!!!!" - A quite angry turbanned male chased him, his scimitar swishing wildly and a few men behind him also giving chase, most likely his personal guards-

- Joxan, no fool, saw a farm cart rolling along the central road of the city and without hesitation, jumped from the roof, landing in the stack of hay it was carrying and smirked as he covered himself-

- It had all gone well...he had stolen the document from the assigned mark's pocket, gotten his pay and was offered a room for the night in the mansion of his contractor...the wife had winked at him earlier...how could he deny that lovely dessert flower proper attention? obviously she had found herself in lack of it...and by the burning sun did it show! from early evening untill the morning...Joxan's contractor was having a nightly meeting of sorts, thus was awestruck to open his dormroom while his wife shouted Joxan's name as Joxan made his final grunt, followed by a "Pity, my dessert flower...I must dash it seems!" -

- Joxan chuckled to himself as his previous contractor and his personal guard stood upon the roof, cursing, as the cart merrily rolled on -

Posted: **Thu Aug 26, 2010 12:00 am**

Journal,

I find myself...in an intrigueing city in ring shape. Many interesting individuals and many opportunities to seize!

Some green haired pretty flower has taken interest in my presence it seems. Not used to city life, skilled only in elven tongue it seems. She makes effort to learn common tongue.

She seems...eager to lighten her purse, finding coin a burden? I can not complain but it places me in her debt, even if she does not see it like that, and I find myself not liking it. Debts create responsibilities...responsibilities I am not always able to fullfill...

For now I shall tend to guide her as form of repaying...little does she know of who or -what- I am, but that also is not relevant. I allowed her to stay with me in the room I rent, not shy she is, but innocent. Or so it appears to me.

Tempting to make a move...I can not bring myself to it. Something dissarming about her and I cannot introduce her to a vagabond's life. Her life is not like mine and perhaps it is best to keep it that way. I assume there will be plenty women about who know the ropes of life as I do and share my vision...I am in no rush!

While it is...difficult to start anew from scratch, I seem to make progress. Life within the order was much more easy, but my exile has placed me upon this road.

I shall write soon again, journal...for now, I shall leave you to dry and close you after.

Posted: **Tue Aug 31, 2010 12:00 am**

Ugh...Vish stormed off after I tried explaining I do not like to be smothered with her coin...cultural differences...long live those, mhm?

I...have a visitor now, in my -real- living quarters...the inn room was just a facade after all...and my act to the outside world seems to pay off so far, my network is growing rapidly and I learn a lot. I have seen a marked one...I'll have to get in contact with him some day without meddling eyes and ears!

So far...there seems to be no manner of organised...profiteers. Save the usual merchants on this Bazaar...Bazaar...one of the few things that remind me of home.

These...factions. Surely some of them have goals to thwart other factions? It all sounds like a political game to me after all...

I am certain there is a niche to be filled...some people who not shun to do filthy work of these factions?

I will have to look into this...see if I can get in touch with the right people...possible...cliÃ«nts...yes.

Good night, Journal...I am about to lay me beside a passed out lady...poor woman. Haughty, but one that requires some succor still. Ofcourse...I am fairly certain I will get to know her better in time...in -my- kind of fashion, hah!