Artyom Barkov
Les yeux d'Artyom semblaient s'éblouir un peu pendant que l'un des utilisateurs magiques de la fête commençait à entrer dans... les détails techniques de l'artisanat. Quelques spiel sur différents types de magie, le bien et le mal, yadda yadda yadda. Il n'en a pas vraiment pris un mot jusqu'à ce que la discussion soit heureusement terminée, auquel moment il a clignoté alors qu'il se recentrait sur le présent où il n'avait pas besoin de l'avaler avec le savoir-faire magique ou les débats. Voyant qu'il semblait être le point central sur lequel se formait ce groupe, il décida de faire connaître ses sentiments sur la question. "Je vais le dire comme ça. Vous pourriez transporter un sac de chiots mignons et adorables partout où vous irez. Chaque fois que vous jetez un sort, vous pouvez atteindre ce sac et sortir un des chiots avant de lui briser le cou... et tant que vous avez fait votre travail bien, je m'en fiche."
En regardant l'homme qui prétendait avoir des contacts, il sourit comme il l'a indiqué à Cael. "Cael, tu es devenu l'un de mes gens préférés ici. Fais ce que tu peux."
Comme la question de l'acquisition d'un navire était soulevée, il sourit un peu sciemment à lui-même. "Ne t'inquiète pas pour ça. Le commandement d'un vaisseau sera assez facile. Après tout, les ports sont actuellement remplis de plus de navires puis ils devraient avoir strictement et il ya beaucoup de gens qui sont venus sur ces navires qui ont tout laissé à la maison pour obtenir la sécurité. Je peux régler ces arrangements assez facilement pendant que tout le monde rassemble les choses. »
Name: Artyom Barkov
Appearance:



Age:25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Personality: Brash, somewhat arrogant and (if he believes himself to be right) rather headstrong, Artyom is not a man who backs down easily. His career as a professional mercenary as also left him as something of a 'Moral Void', having committed several jobs over the years that others might considered horrible without feeling a twinge of guilt; He manages to do this because he views himself as little more then a tool akin to an axe. After all, an axe doesn't care if it is chopping into wood, the skull of a wolf or the ribcage of a enemy, only that its wielder cleans it and ensures that it is in good condition.
He also believes that actions taken to help others should be done in as discrete a fashion as possible, both for the sake of the pride of those that are being helped and because if someone is making a big deal out of being charitable to others, they aren't doing it to actually help them.
Starting Classes: Mercenary
Starting Equipment: Iron sword and Vulenary.
Bio:
Artyom was born in the nation of Rjaskav in a rather poor, downtrodden village who's glory days were long passed with when the local silver mine ran dry. Opportunities to eat a steady meal were few and far between and as soon as Artyom was old enough to be considered a man when he turned thirteen he was given what his family could spare before being booted at the door to fend for himself so that his younger brothers and sisters could have more to eat.
With no future in his birth village, Artyom traveled towards the nearest city and by chance signed up with a mercenary band that was recruiting there. For over a decade he happily served with the Sunset Axe Company, occasionally fighting a battle with Solvnir but more often then not being employed to handle... more local disputes.
The onset of the Abyss was something of a short boon for the Sunset Axe company; They were able to make a killing protecting the wealthy from the onset of nightmarish horrors that came from the darkness at first, but after one battle went horribly wrong most of the company died and it was quickly decided that now was a good as time as any to retire with as much of their loot as they could. Fleeing towards New Capita, Artyom found himself without... well, anything to do. Granted he still had enough money to keep himself going for a while before that became a problem, but sooner or later he was going to have to address that.