"Now is THAT worthy of a legend?"
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Acclimatising Prodigal Warrior
Marital Status: Single
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Deep Brown
Description: Maybe a touch above six feet in height and broad shouldered, this man cuts an imposing figure, his long dark hair falling past his shoulders, either loose and wavy or secured in a long braid down his back. His tanned and weathered skin indicates a lifetime exposed to the sun, sea and wind. He holds himself with confidence and perhaps just a touch of bluster and smiles come easy to him.
Personality: Akamos is boisterous, gregarious and with a strong streak of personal honour and the need to do right by people. He relishes the opportunity to either demonstrate anything that he may be good at or tell tales of his exploits, but may be guilty of embellishing some of his stories and feats more than a little bit as he seeks approval and recognition from others. That is why he is sometimes overly keen to impress people or help them out in exchange for thanks and he seeks official titles so that everyone knows just how accomplished he is. For as confident as the brash Cyrto'ani may seem, he is in fact deeply insecure as to how he is perceived.
Background: Most of the Abandoned that can be found in the islands of the Cyrto Arch to the far South West of the Lyceum Sea are part of a clan known as a Pol, lead by a Polmarkh. They vary in nature with some living in scattered towns and villages with others preferring to live behind the protection given by the walls of their fortified towns.
Akamos was born and raised amongst the Pol of the Mountain, on Cyrto Major, the largest isle in the Cyrto Archipelago. Rare amongst the Pols of the Cyrto Arch, that of the Mountain had a strong shamanistic tradition, one that Akamos never truly felt satisfied him. As a child he enjoyed the life that he had, helping his father with the fishing and enjoying the praise from his parents when he performed his chores to their satisfaction.
When he was twelve his life was changed drastically when his parents were both killed in a raid orchestrated by another Cyrto Arch faction, the Pol of the Reef, a particularly aggressive and warlike Pol.
He was then taken in as a ward of Arkhos Arminius, the second to Polmarkh Kassandra and war leader of the Pol of the Mountain. His day to life changed completely as he was more or less in service to Arkhos at that point, the veteran war leader training the boy hard in the ways of combat. However hard he may try in his training and tasks, Akamos never got any praise from Arkhos and it was only the occasional positive words from his cousin Kia that gave him any sense of self worth.
Then the Malvici lead expedition came to Cyrto Major in friendship to the Pol of the Mountain. They defeated the rival Pol of the Great Bay and established House Magnotta, Akamos got to see other types of warriors and fighting and vowed to emulate and impress them and over the following years he became a rising name amongst his people and the settlers from the mainland.
A short while ago however he was responsible for defending a group of travellers out of Caer Morien from a savage attack by the Pol of the Reef. Akamos was at the forefront of the battle and was cited as being responsible for routing the attackers. Word of his feat spread until it reached the ear of the new Count Domonico Magnotta, who then summoned him to offer this warrior the position of Sword of Caer Morien.
|Alrigo||Big coat, big guy. Nice to have a laugh with him as well. Got it easy arriving into the the city and there's nothing wrong with a bit of that|
|Calista||While he is a large and imposing man, it is his coat that is something to marvel at.|
|Caprice||Huge, friendly, big furry cloak. Like a bear that's not actually trying to eat you. Or Ferrando. I like him!|
|Domonico||My new House Sword, now wielding Tsunami. He seems confident but I hope he is not overly so. So far though... I approve of him.|
|Elizabetha||Something of a quiet sort. I sense a ruggedness, something weathered in his style.|
|Evaristo||Like a fish out of water as he wandered into the Bard's College, but he was quick to learn to breathe! Even sang a song. Drank tea with us, was good company.|
|Gerrick||the poor tall man is not built for the cold. Makes good company though.|
|Harlex||He has a lot to learn. Not about fighting, seems to have a decent handle on that, but the city. We'll see.|
|Icelyn||Someone so prone to smile and openly speak is someone I would be foolish not to appreciate. He's a breath of fresh air in the city.|
|Mabelle||A southern that hates winter and yet has a fashion sense. So far typical. I hope he finds his place in the city quickly.|
|Martino||Tall Messere and a fine title to go along with it. The weapon carried is an utter delight to see.|
|Medeia||A quick smile, easy laugh, desire for lively dance? He'll liven up Magnotta for sure.|
|Miranda||Good sense of humor. Truly, what's most impressive is that he impressed Domonico and is now the Trident of Caern Morien. I can't wait to test his skills someday and put him on his back some day!|
|Narcissa||Let us pray his Trident does not poke holes in all of the upholstery. The risk to furniture aside, he is a kind man.|
|Pasquale||The Trident of Magnotta is quite a title. I will be interested to see if he can live up to it.|
|Piccola||A man of few words who serves his House in a vital, honorable role. Never thought of a trident as a particular useful weapon, but --|
|Poppy||He hates snow. Weird. He does have an amazing looking coat.|
|Sunniva||I can sympathize with his distaste of the cold - after years in Fair Harbour, I find I share the sentiment. He has a distinct air of confidence, and humour, about him.|
|Thea||I can't say I know much about fashion, but the man showed up wearing a sail. Here's hoping my brother doesn't overwork him and Akamos doesn't travel back home already. Wouldn't want him to freeze to death.|
|Valerius||Carries a trident into a tavern, there's a bad pun in here somewhere. An interesting fellow.|