Hello, newb in Exalted here.
I made the mistake of posting my first character to the Myth-Weaver boards, who, as it turns out, are better at it than me.
Oh well. I still have the character, so if anyone's fine with a stupid newbie, I'm available.
Here he is by the way.
Solar, Twilight Caste
Motivation: To end the slave trade in the West.
[C]Craft: Fire 2, Air 2, Water 1, Magitech 1
Linguistics: 3 (Native: Rivertongue: High Realm, Old Realm, Guild Cant)
Backing (Guild): 2
Followers (Freed Slaves Turned Crew): 2
Artifacts and Equipment
Artifact (Short Powerbow): 2
Artifact (Air Sloop): 3
[F] Essence Triumphant (Occult)
[F]Essence Resurgent (Sail)
[F]Essence Overwhelming (Lore)
[F]Essence Triumphant (Lore)
[F] Essence Triumphant (Archery)
Archery: There Is No Wind
Socialize: Wise-Eyed Courtier Method
Sail: Sea Ambush Technique
Occult: Terrestrial Circle Sorcery
Join Combat: 3
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Virtue Flaw: Penitent Heart. Navati's subconscious need to make up for his general callousness and dickish attitude before the Second Breath has caused the Great Curse to manifest as a psychological compulsion to redress the injustices he has visited upon the innocent and the unintended targets. When he Limit Breaks, he experiences a dark revelation about a specific "victim" of his and how much he thinks he hurt them. For the duration, he hangs up his Motivation and the "greater good" in favor of helping said victim out of whatever rut Naviti put them in. If the victim is dead or is otherwise unable to be helped, he will spend a day in painful self-abnegation. Partial Control causes much the same thing, with the exception being that his priorities are still mostly in order-if the greater good is a pressing need, he can postpone his help until later.
Personal: 16/16 (0 Committed)
Peripheral: 38/30 (8 Committed)
6: Essence Upgrade
1: Craft: Water
Backstory, In Character
The Haven of Trade-a posh, if somewhat out of the way tavern and inn in Nexus. An unofficial stop on the way for outbound navy men with shady deals, given that it manages this while still being next to a rather large port. Presently, the crew of the Guild airship Huraka's Justice were enjoying the finest (*snerk*) Nexus ale in preparation for the journey to the island of Deshan, sent to make sure that no pirate scum clogs the trade pipeline. While most of the crew sat at a communal table, singing various drinking songs, their captain, a handsome Eastern man with intense, intelligent eyes of charcol grey staring out from gilded spectacles and black hair with streaks of white sat quietly at his table, sipping at his tea quietly. More than once had Nexus' ladies of the night (and one bisexual man) has approached him and tried to buy him a drink, only to be rebuffed (in the case of one particularly high-class looking one, he openly wondered if the neomah wasn't doing enough, earning him a nice slap and ten minutes of blessed privacy).
"Your dessert, sir?"
Almost surprised, Naviti Extran looked up to see the now quite bedraggled-looking waitress, menu in hand.
"Pardon me, but I forget what slump the chef this fine evening has managed to wrangle from the Yozi. Could I see the menu again?"
The serving girl, her opinion of the ill-tempered and arcid mercenary and his over-active crew no improved, handed the paper slip to the Sky-Captain, not even blinking when the edge of it caught on her shirt and pulled it down-who knows, a little eye candy might improve his disposition.
"Right then, I shall take the dessert rice, without orange slices, with a side of...ice..." Naviti trailed off, staring at the uncovered part of the waitress' bust. Being a pretty girl, she merely was annoyed that he wasn't finishing the order quicker. Then, an expression of horror came over his face, and, terrified there was a bug on her, she looked down...
And saw the brand the magistrate had put on her all those years ago, in retribution for her village having once unknowingly held an anti-House Menemon dissident. With a grim realization that she would soon be back in the Realm and her sentence even worse, she resignedly looked up at the captain...and was knocked completely off guard when instead of anger of greed, she saw pity etched into the sailor's face. Without so much as a word, he pressed an obol into her hand, and when she tried to give it back in disbelief, he held up a hand to tell her that, yes, the jade was hers. Then, in a much kinder tone then he had used all evening, he said "If you need more, meet me out front." Giddy with joy over her ended exile, she wobbled back to the kitchen...which made her shriek when she realized she had forgotten his order all the more humorous.
Later that night, Naviti, unable to sleep in the bed provided by the Haven, walked back outside to get his hammock, and was startled to find one of ship guards, a recent hire by the name of Jenkins, walking the same way-almost as much as Jenkins was. "C-Captain! H-how n-nice to see you out of a jo-out on the town."
"At ease, shipman. I'm not in a mood to fire people just because they want their shore leave...if you walk to the Justice with me. Less chance of pickpockets, you know?"
Together, the two made their way to the drydock, the inactive airship resting on the ground peacefully and undisturbed. Naviti turned to his quarters to fetch his cot, but was stopped by Jenkins. "Captain...I've been meaning to ask you...about that wench."
"Well, sir, you're not usually the type to donate to the downtrodden...and we're Guild. Not exactly the most generous organization."
"Am I Jenkins? Am I...? Heh. I guess you could say I am one of the more aggressive people in the world. But, sit down. I'm going to tell you my story..."
"I was born in Lookshy, 21 years ago, just on the tail end of Calibration-Ascending Air the First. I never knew my parents-when I was younger I imagined them to be great soldiers who died in a valiant battle, but now I know they were probably just average helots who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's not like my father was a Deathlord who was spontaneously conceived and my mother a Dragon-Blooded princess. As if the Scarlet Empress would have allowed her daughter to marry anything other than a man she spent ten years spying on. Although, I did possess a whole playing card which I was told I was holding when I was found-apparently orphan-speak for 'I can't come back for this child'. That meant something to my little Lookshy mind.
Anyway, Lookshy at that time was experimenting with a new piece of Anathema-era technology that could permanently awaken the Essence of an individual, and wanting to actually design some magitech of their own, began picking some of us more promising orphans to test it on. I was one of them. Naturally, it worked, and I got promoted to soldier.
Here's a little tip for you-kids are not supposed to be in the military. Oh sure, I thought it was great at first-Lookshy warrior culture and all. Then they sent us orphans to the academy, where I was finely educated in the wonders of pacifism by counter-example. By the time I finally got out, I was literate, a prodigal magi-engineer, and hoped with all my heart that everyone around me would get the Great Contagion and die.
For the next, oh, five years I lived on the streets of Nexus, selling my services as an engineer-for-hire. Eventually I attracted the Guild, and I was enrolled in the naval academy, where I learned the fine art of professional air piracy. I became an officer in the Haslanti Guild Fleet. Pretty soon, I got a small ship of my own, upgraded it with an engine-no small task, I can tell you-and started my career as an air privateer.
Secretly, I began to develop a conscience as time went on, and I became more and more disturbed by my bosses' trade in slaves. To use living beings as little more than yeddim...well, let's just say it upsets me and leave it at that. Sure, I ignored my higher soul for a while, but eventually, the guilt got to me.
It began small at first. A slave "mysteriously vanishing" there, a Fair Folk delayed to the point where he left in annoyance there. Then it escalated-an entire ship filled with human cargo disappearing here, the location of one of our Raksha buyers being mailed to those weird shapeshifters there. True, my bosses were suspicious, but nothing a little upturn in profits thanks to my help couldn't alleviate. Fair Folk...not so much. Eventually I ended up fighting for my life and the lives of the Huraka's Justice crewmen against a giant Wyld beast.
I have to tell you, it looked pretty bad for a while there. To be frank, it was downright grim for a minute. I didn't give up though. To make sure we would be able to escape alive, I fought down my panic long enough to make a few crucial adjustments to the Essence cannons for maximum effect...in a room that was on fire...with a giant eye looking at me...and with a glass splinter.
To this day, I am not sure if what I saw was a hallucination due to panic or what, but for a moment, I could see a giant, four-armed man smile at me. He said, and I quote, "Despite you innate fear and un-Valorous soul, you have risked your life for the good of others and rejected the darkness of greed for the light of Compassion. I, the Unconquered Sun, anoint you one of the Twlight Solars, and gift you with a weapon to strike fear into the hearts of the hateful". Then my bow-thats the Hope's Zephyr, in case you were wondering-materialized in my hand (I believe that's a mark against 'hallucination', but it was the Wyld) and I suddenly saw the entirety of creation itself, expressed as a vast magitech equation. Things are a bit fuzzy, but apparently, I summoned a real huraka, who confused the horror long enough for me to sent an iron arrow straight into the heart of it's master. I do know that I gave up that playing card to said elemental in order to actually learn how to summon him. Wyld, I guess.
So...here I am. I don't accept Guild contracts requiring me to ferry slave ships anymore-I'm important and valuable enough now that they don't mind-and I'm a rich man. But that doesn't matter to the knowledge I gained-that I can change the world if I try hard and smart enough.
And hey-saving the world's a pretty well-paying job."
Naviti snapped out of his nostalgic reverie to find an awed Jenkins. "Well shipman?", he asked. "How did you like the story of my Exaltation?"
"Gods...So you saw an Elemental Dragon on the day you became a Dragon-Blooded?"
"I mean, I always thought they could take human form..."
"But to meet a real life person who saw it...Wow!"
"Do you even know what an Anathema is?"
"Wait till' Sis hears this!"
And just so you know: I think it was the shard speaking, not the UCS himself.
And on another note, sorry for the size-don't know how you compress text into links yet.