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Minority of One
This is a new character I created for a gothic fantasy roleplay. You're welcome to leave your comments or criticisms. Link to the RP > Castle Mania; Uprising
Name: Fergus Quigg
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 164 lbs
Unusual Marks: None
Attire: His work/relaxed dress normally includes his black buckle shoes, dark stockings, breeches, long sleeve undershirt, and long sleeve frock (coat). When out on the town Fergus completes his signature look with his custom ankle-length kilt, white cravat (formal neck cloth), high-collared pellegrina (shoulder cape), and tri-fold hat
Profession: Apothecary
A smallish but well-stocked apothecary shop located in Widow's Web, a commercial courtyard east of Castle Felhôk.
Commonly Traded Remedies
• Willow Water = mild pain relieving elixir
• Ginger & Mint Salve = topical decongestant
• Honey Paste = topical antiseptic
• Ice-cloth = anti-inflammatory cooling bandages
• Laudanum = opioid anesthetic
Personality: Withdrawn and contemplative but can turn up his charm when the situation demands it, such as interacting with a customer. Should one spend enough time with Fergus they'll likely pick up on an ever present heartache in his demeanor.
Virtues: Assertive, Creative, Integrity, Patience, Perseverance, Tact
Vices: Distrustful, Prostitute Habit, Workaholic
Motivation: Revenge & Revolution
Reason for joining the Ellenàllàs: Covered in backstory
Time with them: Eight years
Role within the Ellenàllàs: Apothecary, Informant, Spy, Assassin (through poison use)
Equipment: Apothecary tools and containers, various medicines, poisons, sedatives, and a dagger.
Home town/Origin: Sôtet Barlang
Name: Fergus Quigg
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 164 lbs
Unusual Marks: None
Attire: His work/relaxed dress normally includes his black buckle shoes, dark stockings, breeches, long sleeve undershirt, and long sleeve frock (coat). When out on the town Fergus completes his signature look with his custom ankle-length kilt, white cravat (formal neck cloth), high-collared pellegrina (shoulder cape), and tri-fold hat
Profession: Apothecary
A smallish but well-stocked apothecary shop located in Widow's Web, a commercial courtyard east of Castle Felhôk.
Commonly Traded Remedies
• Willow Water = mild pain relieving elixir
• Ginger & Mint Salve = topical decongestant
• Honey Paste = topical antiseptic
• Ice-cloth = anti-inflammatory cooling bandages
• Laudanum = opioid anesthetic
Personality: Withdrawn and contemplative but can turn up his charm when the situation demands it, such as interacting with a customer. Should one spend enough time with Fergus they'll likely pick up on an ever present heartache in his demeanor.
Virtues: Assertive, Creative, Integrity, Patience, Perseverance, Tact
Vices: Distrustful, Prostitute Habit, Workaholic
Motivation: Revenge & Revolution
Reason for joining the Ellenàllàs: Covered in backstory
Time with them: Eight years
Role within the Ellenàllàs: Apothecary, Informant, Spy, Assassin (through poison use)
Equipment: Apothecary tools and containers, various medicines, poisons, sedatives, and a dagger.
Home town/Origin: Sôtet Barlang
As a mortal born in Sôtet Barlang Fergus would never escape fear. Perpetual dread is the immutable condition of those at the bottom of the food chain - which is where humanity had fallen. Like wolves ruling a flock of sheep the Upir were simultaneously mankind's masters and predators. It was a wicked arrangement, but fortune favors the strong, not the decent.
Because he had always known oppression Fergus never thought to resent it. He followed the example of his parents who accepted their pitiful lot in life. His father, a withdrawn and hardworking man, earned a living as a talented carpenter. When his sons were of age he would often bring them (or drag in some cases) to his worksites. Of the two boys it was Abbas - the younger by three years - who took to carpentry like a duck to water. Fergus never shared his brother's interest in woodwork, which kept his eyes open for other paths in life.
One day their father brought them to a job for an apothecary, owned and operated by the mercurial Mr. MacCùga. It was there, in the shop of bubbling potions, tinned balms, jarred salves, and potted herbs; that Fergus discovered what would be his calling - medicine craft. Recognizing the young Quigg's enthusiasm for chemistry and herbalism Mr. MacCùga offered the boy an apprenticeship. Fergus jumped on the opportunity, and to his relief, never worked with his father and brother again.
He learned much as a journeyman apothecary. Mr. MacCùga lent out his treasured tomes on botony, entomology, physiology, chemistry, and alchemy, as well as other disciplines. Fergus demonstrated a knack for the profession. He was particularly delighted by experimentation, and created four original remedies before his eighteenth birthday.
His father, proud of the man his eldest son had become, was killed when Fergus was twenty. The murder resulted from an argument over not being paid the agreed upon price for a carpentry job. He was struck down by his own hammer when his back was turned.
Fergus coped with his loss by burying himself in his work. But it wasn't any formula or recipe which would significantly lift his spirits, that came from the love of a woman.
He was twenty-four when she found her way into his shop. She was shy, short, dark-haired, and freckled. And she returned to shop and chat often after she noticed her apothecary couldn't keep his eyes off her. Her name was Elspeth, and the two were married that summer.
Shortly after they wed Mr. MacCùga passed away. Ready to go into business on his own Fergus purchased his shop and renamed it 'Mr. Quigg's Potions & Medicines.' That's when he was finally invited into one of the region's oldest guilds - the Potio Forum, a fraternity of apothecaries, of which he is still a member today.
Having settled down Elspeth and her husband tried for a baby. Unfortunately for the couple conception proved to be a nearly insurmountable challenge. After years of failure Fergus finally fathered a daughter at the age of thirty-four. They named her Fiona; she was the only child they would have.
Life in the shadow of immortals was horrifying, but despite his monstrous masters, Fergus managed to create some genuine happiness between his family and work. This worried the apothecary as much as it pleased him. He had come to learn in his world, there are those who can spot contentment in the same way a hungry owl can spy a mouse. They are the wicked and the cruel. And make no mistake, they will do their damndest to claw every ounce of joy out of your heart.
One night, when Fiona was still a young girl, Fergus was forced to work late. At this point he had moved his mother in with them; she was senile and needed constant care. Elspeth, who was use to having her husband's help by sundown, told her daughter a few too many bedtime stories which allowed her mother-in-law to slip out. She was confused and believed it was time for her to return home. If only she could have remembered that her "home" now belonged to someone else.
Elspeth rushed out to scour the city's dark streets the moment she discovered her mistake. Tragically for Fergus's wife someone found his mother first. His name was Áldozat Véres, and he was a vampire.
The prowling Upir swooped down to confront the old woman when he overheard her crooning a heretical prayer. Worship of the old gods was forbidden by the immortals. Áldozat had her pinned against an alley wall when Elspeth cried out for mercy.
Accompanying Mood Music
Neighbors risked peeks from behind cracked shutters to watch the encounter unfold. Fergus's wife frantically explained that his mother's mind had grown feeble. And she blamed herself for giving her mother-in-law the opportunity to wander. Unbeknownst to Elspeth, Áldozat - even compared against his kind - was not a creature of pity. So despite her pleas he slayed the old woman with a single savage strike.
Elspeth, in a momentray lapse of self-control, struck the immortal across his shoulder. In response Áldozat seized and carried her into the night sky. And she was never seen again.
The destruction of his mother and true love was a seminal change for the apothecary. His grief was great, but so was his hatred. Hate for the world, for the Upir, and for men and women like him who had done nothing to change things. No longer would he accept this unchecked predation like his parents did. Like so many continue to do.
A change of heart so great can not be hidden from those closest to you. So after a reasonable mourning period he was approached by his oldest nephew Raghnall. He explained to Fergus that there was a clandestine alliance of brave men and women who acted against the immortals. They were known as the Ellenàllàs, and they believed in revolution.
Fergus Quigg was not a soldier. He didn't look or speak the way one generally imagines a hero to look and sound like. But he was creative. He was resourceful. And the monsters had changed him into a man of will. That was their mistake, because he would dedicate his life to making them regret that. He is still afraid, and he always will be, but now he fears submission more than death.
Because he had always known oppression Fergus never thought to resent it. He followed the example of his parents who accepted their pitiful lot in life. His father, a withdrawn and hardworking man, earned a living as a talented carpenter. When his sons were of age he would often bring them (or drag in some cases) to his worksites. Of the two boys it was Abbas - the younger by three years - who took to carpentry like a duck to water. Fergus never shared his brother's interest in woodwork, which kept his eyes open for other paths in life.
One day their father brought them to a job for an apothecary, owned and operated by the mercurial Mr. MacCùga. It was there, in the shop of bubbling potions, tinned balms, jarred salves, and potted herbs; that Fergus discovered what would be his calling - medicine craft. Recognizing the young Quigg's enthusiasm for chemistry and herbalism Mr. MacCùga offered the boy an apprenticeship. Fergus jumped on the opportunity, and to his relief, never worked with his father and brother again.
He learned much as a journeyman apothecary. Mr. MacCùga lent out his treasured tomes on botony, entomology, physiology, chemistry, and alchemy, as well as other disciplines. Fergus demonstrated a knack for the profession. He was particularly delighted by experimentation, and created four original remedies before his eighteenth birthday.
His father, proud of the man his eldest son had become, was killed when Fergus was twenty. The murder resulted from an argument over not being paid the agreed upon price for a carpentry job. He was struck down by his own hammer when his back was turned.
Fergus coped with his loss by burying himself in his work. But it wasn't any formula or recipe which would significantly lift his spirits, that came from the love of a woman.
He was twenty-four when she found her way into his shop. She was shy, short, dark-haired, and freckled. And she returned to shop and chat often after she noticed her apothecary couldn't keep his eyes off her. Her name was Elspeth, and the two were married that summer.
Shortly after they wed Mr. MacCùga passed away. Ready to go into business on his own Fergus purchased his shop and renamed it 'Mr. Quigg's Potions & Medicines.' That's when he was finally invited into one of the region's oldest guilds - the Potio Forum, a fraternity of apothecaries, of which he is still a member today.
Having settled down Elspeth and her husband tried for a baby. Unfortunately for the couple conception proved to be a nearly insurmountable challenge. After years of failure Fergus finally fathered a daughter at the age of thirty-four. They named her Fiona; she was the only child they would have.
Life in the shadow of immortals was horrifying, but despite his monstrous masters, Fergus managed to create some genuine happiness between his family and work. This worried the apothecary as much as it pleased him. He had come to learn in his world, there are those who can spot contentment in the same way a hungry owl can spy a mouse. They are the wicked and the cruel. And make no mistake, they will do their damndest to claw every ounce of joy out of your heart.
One night, when Fiona was still a young girl, Fergus was forced to work late. At this point he had moved his mother in with them; she was senile and needed constant care. Elspeth, who was use to having her husband's help by sundown, told her daughter a few too many bedtime stories which allowed her mother-in-law to slip out. She was confused and believed it was time for her to return home. If only she could have remembered that her "home" now belonged to someone else.
Elspeth rushed out to scour the city's dark streets the moment she discovered her mistake. Tragically for Fergus's wife someone found his mother first. His name was Áldozat Véres, and he was a vampire.
The prowling Upir swooped down to confront the old woman when he overheard her crooning a heretical prayer. Worship of the old gods was forbidden by the immortals. Áldozat had her pinned against an alley wall when Elspeth cried out for mercy.
Accompanying Mood Music
Neighbors risked peeks from behind cracked shutters to watch the encounter unfold. Fergus's wife frantically explained that his mother's mind had grown feeble. And she blamed herself for giving her mother-in-law the opportunity to wander. Unbeknownst to Elspeth, Áldozat - even compared against his kind - was not a creature of pity. So despite her pleas he slayed the old woman with a single savage strike.
Elspeth, in a momentray lapse of self-control, struck the immortal across his shoulder. In response Áldozat seized and carried her into the night sky. And she was never seen again.
The destruction of his mother and true love was a seminal change for the apothecary. His grief was great, but so was his hatred. Hate for the world, for the Upir, and for men and women like him who had done nothing to change things. No longer would he accept this unchecked predation like his parents did. Like so many continue to do.
A change of heart so great can not be hidden from those closest to you. So after a reasonable mourning period he was approached by his oldest nephew Raghnall. He explained to Fergus that there was a clandestine alliance of brave men and women who acted against the immortals. They were known as the Ellenàllàs, and they believed in revolution.
Fergus Quigg was not a soldier. He didn't look or speak the way one generally imagines a hero to look and sound like. But he was creative. He was resourceful. And the monsters had changed him into a man of will. That was their mistake, because he would dedicate his life to making them regret that. He is still afraid, and he always will be, but now he fears submission more than death.
