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Jason Alexander BoscalettiStatus: Cousin of Amelia Boscaletti
Age: Twenty-two
Marital Status: Single.
Children: None.
Height: 6'0".
Weight: 160 lbs.
Markings: Thin scar along his throat and a large scar angled diagonally across his chest.
Piercings: None.
Medical Conditions: Occasionally suffers usually severe fits of coughing, and a general, though mild, fear of being touched by others.
Special Ability: Weapon wielding.
Bio: Nobles aren't always better off to start, and Jason's case was perhaps one that proved this. he was raised away from the main household by his father, Jaerik. The harsh upbringing started for Jason at a young age, the demeaning tasks of a servant, the often violent outbursts of his father when something was not completed to perfection. All these coupled with the open resentment the many women his father ended up with showed him served to turn young Jason into a perfectionist of sorts with quite the inferiority complex. Upon reaching the age of 14 the young boy found a distraction, the realm of warfare. He'd spend more and more of his free time in the library, going over various maps or accounts of battles, tactics and strategy's used by both sides, and occasionally attempted to improvise with plans of his own. Time not spent on chores or in the library was spent instead with the soldiers of the house, an eager young boy asking them to recount their battles or help him with his weapons training. Gradually years past, and the boys experience and skill grew, upon reaching his eighteenth birthday however his present was not what he had expected. Though his behavior had not changed from the rather subservient and quiet boy, his father had begun to see him as more and more of a threat to his role, however small it was in the grand scheme of things. That night one of the servants slipped into his room and made a rushed job of attempting to cut Jason's throat and disappear into the dark, however in his hurry he did not cut deeply enough, and after awakening from the sudden attack, Jason was able to bandage the wound in time. Though quiet Jason was far from stupid, knowing well who was behind the attack, which is what caused him to depart from the small estate a few days later. At first it was pointless wanderings, living off scraps he could find or doing menial chores to get enough coins to get by, but then he ran into what would consume the next three years of his life. The land was often in turmoil in one area or another, minor lords having skirmishes to increase their meager holdings, and it was there he found his home. Jason became a blade for a hire, though he despised the behavior of his fellow mercenaries, there was little else he could do. Planning battles, infiltration, or just straight out combat, these activities consumed him for sometime, until the winter of his twenty-first year. During one of the assaults he had killed a man who was defending his home. This act in itself was not something new to him, he had gradually started to become numb to the feeling of taking another's life, however the sight of the mans daughter froze him in place. The sorrow and tears she shed upon falling on top of the body of her father, and the sheer rage and hatred in her eyes as he grabbed her fathers sword and ran at him. He couldn't even force himself to move as the blade slashed across his chest, sending him sprawling to the ground with a seemingly mortal wound. And it well would have been, the woman, around the same age as he, glaring down at him coldly before turning and fleeing the town. However a man akin to a cleric passed by soon after, stopping by Jason's side and regarding him with a sad look, knowing full well what he was, however the man was a far better one than Jason was. He knelt beside the young man and used what he could of his powers to heal him, closing he wound and keeping him from mortal danger, though the small damage to one of his lungs remained. The elderly man merely smiled sorrowfully at him and went further into the city, leaving Jason to rot in the pit of his own making. After another year of guilt ridden wandering Jason ended up where he supposedly belonged, at the city of Vantorta, at the gates of the Boscaletti mansion...Out of Character
Name: Robert
Screen Name: seraphoftragedy
Email: [email protected] / [email protected]
PB: Unsure.
Journal Link: Forloned Hope
Website: None.
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