Orick Rose
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| Orick Rose | |
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| Social Rank | 7 |
| Fealty | Velenosa "Velenosa" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
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| House | Rose |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 32 |
| Religion | Pantheon |
| Vocation | Apothecary |
| Height | tall |
| Hair Color | Brown |
| Eye Color | Hazel |
| Skintone | Fair |
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Description
A ruffled looking fellow with an expressive mop of stylish brown hair dressed in a deep sage blue tunic inlaid with carefully tailored stitching and embroidered filigree accents. His face is composed of sharp features, a narrow nose and articulate brows set above soulful hazel eyes the color of bruised pears. Orick is tall and slender with narrow shoulders and an overall 'lanky' build that he carries heavily; his shoulders slightly stooped and his poor posture doing nothing to add any grace to his movements.
Personality
An expressive man with a creative streak that is only rivaled by his own depth of focus, when he has his mind set to a task he can drown out the rest of the world with a clinical ease. The quest for knowledge(power) and money supercedes his desire for companionship and he has been known to dedicate long hours to his research instead of starting a family or enjoying social gatherings. He is clever and sharp of wit, observant to the point of insulting at times, generally tactful enough to clean up after himself when those unprompted observations fall out of his face. He presents a very professional persona but Orick is a boy who came from nothing and he is always looking for his next leg up in the world. An opportunist with a calculating core and a devious streak that rivals most thieves and heathens.
Background
"You've got no right, with you head lost in stories... put that daft book down and help me wash these floors, Ori." - Mama
Orick was born to an unhappy tavern wench on a cold and dreary autumn evening in the worst part of Tor. He was a very inquisitive child and yet he possessed a certain caution from a young age, getting himself into perilous situations and almost always scraping by without being caught. He often stole food from the kitchen where his mother worked and when he got a little older he stole books and others things from the patrons in the tavern. Orick had limited formal schooling but his natural talents as an autodidact made it possible for him to absorb things through trial and error or mere observation.
When he was nine years old he stole a book from a member of the Faith without realizing who he was trying to rip off. Before young Orick could even read it the victim of the crime was pitching a fit to the owner of the tavern. Fed up with the boy's antics, the tavern owner made Orick return the book and then fired his mother from her position at the establishment. Times were tough after that and it was a very harsh winter but eventually his mother found work as a scullery maid in the kitchens of a Fidante household. His father was an unreliable drunk who became more estranged as the years drifted on until he was a mere memory from childhood.
Living a servant's life in a noble house gave Orick better access to books and he absorbed the knowledge around him at every opportunity. At age seventeen he sought a place in the College of Apothecary. Orick offered to work as a doctor, apothecary and general alchemist for the Fidante family if they would help finance his education. That was over a decade ago and now he works as a professor at the college and a private alchemist and medical consultant for the Fidante family.
