Sigil: City of Doors

Basic Information

Name: Ales Menedil

Gender: Male

Race: Human with draconic blood.

Age: 24-25?

Profession: Treasure seeker, adventurer.

Languages: Draconic, elven.

Accent: None!

Physical Information

Height: 6,5 feet.

Weight: 240 lbs

Body build: Muscular, heavily built.

Skin type: Causcian

Mental Information

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Philosophy: "Never chain oneself, for your ambitions is your life, and the lifeblood of the worlds around you. Respect others ambitions for they shape the world around you as well, but do not let it stop you from stepping over the bodies of others. You must be ruthless and effecient, but also adapt to reach for the skies . .
Slavery is the worst sort of abominable trade upon all of the worlds for it halts the ambitions of others and therefore, your progress as well, crush it whenever and wherever it may appear.

Beliefs: None. Gods are a waste of time, according to Ales.

Personality: Ales is outgoing, an friendly man, who often can be quite talkative and charming, although when he is frustrated or in rage, his acid wit might kick in, along with violent impulses. However, it simply hides his agenda, although belonging to the Anarchists (pending), he is not in Sigil to free it from the clutches of order, but rather to lay it to waste, to allow chaos to flow freely once more and reshape it completly.
He scoffs at reputation, consindering it an chain at best and several at his worst, for it often attracts unwanted attention and often demands he stays put in one place.
He is willing to doublecross and murder to stay safe and to further his ambition, but may be reluctant, should it be folk he respects or actually has liking for.
Several times, he has made it known to several people, that his ambitions are that of an conqueror, and when asked where he wishes to ascertain his rule, he smirks and merely answers "Nowhere" or alike.

There is however, one thing he cannot ever tolerate; The lack of choice, which he calls slavery. He bears an deep, searing hatred for all forms of slavery, consindering it to be the way of Order to stop the flow of Chaos, which according to Ales, is the lifeblood of all things. He therefore, as a rule to himself, always offers more than just one choice, even though the choices might appear unfair or ungainly in certain situations. He also jumps at the chance to disrupt slave trade and alike, even if it meas he might not 'gain' anything out of it.
Deities disgust him, as embracing true worship means shapeing oneself around a dogma, which according to him, is the height of slavery and brainwashing.
He also, despise violence, despite the fact, that he actually enjoys it subconciously.
Therefore, he often finds it hard to stop himself once he's begun, but thanks to his strength of will, he often succeeds in turning away for the moment.

Traits:

Ambitious:
Ales is a person whom believes by following one's ambitions, may he attain an existence worth living. Denying oneself this, is not to live life by it's fullest.

Merciful:
Ales, despite his supposed ruthlessness, is quite capable of handing out mercy towards those he believes does not deserve a violent end, as well as those whom he has genuine respect for as well as those whom he believes can be of use in the future.

Rebellious:
Ales rages against the ordering factions in Sigil, slandering them, and disrupting their activities, if given chance. He tries to find likeminded people to aid him in such endeavours. .

Additional Information

Habbits/hobbies: Conversing, collection of magical weapons or furthering his agendas.

Favorite Drink: Ale's or spiced wine.

Weaknesses: Slight paranoia and sometimes, overconfidence.

Ales, bent at a table at Khaz's, scribbles in a book of his

"Joy, a difficult emotion, hard to explain, but this is the only way to describe the encounter, one that only occures once in a life-time".

"As I was takeing a walk, one that was well chosen, and I met what I thought lost, the thing I hold most dear, the one thing I would pass through the abyss and hells to simply touch, to feel, was standing infront of me, though incomplete".

"The Ashen stood before me, the one whom I love".

"We spoke, and she told me what is needed to be done, to achieve what I so long for".

"It was vague, yet so clear, her message. I was accompanied, a fellow who found the conversation rather interesting, perhaps he is one who may understand".

"All I know for certain, is that Khaz will have one less regular, and the city a fellow with a raging fire, deep within the chest of mine. Perhaps this city will see change, or at least have to hold out against a storm unlike any others, for no matter what will happen, no one will be left untouched, nor without a mark of this".

"Life is wonderful again, and so will it remain, if all goes well".

"If all goes well. . If all just goes well, happiness, may be everlasting. . Mine, that is"

In a corner in the Undersigil Inn, a man is seen sitting scribbling in a book of his, looking around nervously whilst doing so

"Bloody jolly, it didn't go as I hoped it would".

"When concocting a plot, it all seems to easy. Especially when you see yourself participating in this plan of your own.
It's like someone, writing a play, imagining himself in the lead role, easily subdueing the crowds with the aid of his less than capable fellow actors, but primarily his own competence and innate superiority".

"Least, that is what I imagine someone would think, I did, at least".

"It seemed a bit to simple, and yet all went wrong. I should've least have taken into consinderation WHY they're called Hardheads".

"We broke into her home, which some bloody berk had left unlocked and proceeded to scout out the first floor, where we found no one. I had been there before, and knew the first floor would be messy if we had to deal with her there.

"Thankfully, she was upstairs, but not alone, her lover it seems was there on a visit, which turned the situation in our favour, rather quickly, if not almost instantly. The lass was caught completly unprepared and she did not have the experience to match ours, she put up a valiant effort, I must say, and did keep doing so during the rest of our 'talk' ".

"Despite this, she remained defiant, despite having her love at the edge of a dagger, as well as my quite effecient 'tool', one of my aces up my sleeve".

"She broke down quickly, but tried playing a trick on me. I then used my second ace, which forced the truth out of her quickly, but what she had tried playing a trick on me with, turned out to be infact, alike to what I sought, in many ways".

"However, this is the part when it became messy".

"She threw my fancy ace aside, and leapt at us, and after a long and vicious duel, I came out on top, with her lover, still alive, but barely, seeing as we had accidently chopped her bloody hand off. . ".

"We weren't murderers after all, so for most part of the duel, we were determined to make sure none had to suffer the ultimate price, but the pinned down one kept resisting, so I had enough and tried telling my helper to finish her off and aid me in bringing the raging paladin down, however, which I am thankful for, it didn't have to come to that".

"I had accidently let out a stream of fire, courtesy to my heritage, when attempting to subdue her, which made the terrain very unfavorable after awhile".

"We let both go for the moment, and prepared to let both burn inside, seeing as none would be made to see reason".

"As we fled downstairs, they followed, and I made a desperate bid to save one of them at least, and gave her lover, whom she had managed to keep alive, a chance to go free, not telling her our intent was to wipe her memory of the day clean".

"She refused, of course, so the paladin decided to force her out, using her great might to practically fling her out of the door, leaving me and her all by ourselves, a stalemate that didn't last due to me having a trinket to save myself from being pinned down by falling debris".

"Seeing as this was my last chance to resume the original plan, I tried to get her out of the mess. Time was short however, and I had to leave her to her fate, least I had managed to knock her out cold, so I suspect she didn't suffer during her last moments".

"Some people, hm?"

Once more, we find a fellow scribbling in a book of his, and his eyes moves all over his surroundings

"Great. It seems they have themselves a body, and my inevitable doom with it, just bloody great".

"I have been thinking how to cover this up; Perhaps follow this 'rescue' party, and do away with them, one by one? It'd perhaps work, but in the end, it'd probarbly be futile".

"Now, exept that option, I have not a clue how to get out of this one. If I go, so does all hopes for Ashen's return. But I suppose, I am not useful to anyone as a corpse, and the thought of being caught by those annoyances, reds and hardheads, is disturbing".

"Perhaps my only reasonable option, is to take a portal out of here, and simply live out my bloody existence elsewhere, away from this Hardhead infested city".

"At the same time, it's depressing to know, by running, I'd simply let those miscreants win by default. Something that almost matches my urge to simply stay alive, but in the end, what is the point of feelings, if one is not amongst the living?".

"I suppose taking a portal out of here is in the end, the only logical option for maximal survivability. Nothing, exept the simple disapperence of that stubborn hardhead could bring me enough security to remain, but that is not likely".

"And I suspect I have been a bit to gentle for my own good, perhaps the head should've rolled and gone with me".

"No matter, what's done is done, and no reminising on the past can do anything about it either".

"Should it come to it, I will simply take a trip out of here, and perhaps just wait.
Immortality is not an impossibility, after all".

"Staying, to perish in my blaze of glory. The thought is not very appealing, when one thinks about it. I suppose I will rule it out".

Somewhere in the Hive Ward, a cloaked man reads a couple of notes, sighing. . .

"It seems I do not need this anymore".

"A burden it will be, and therefore, it is expendable, I need to be rid of all that may haunt me, this, especially".

"Why I write this down, I think, is to reassure myself, that this is for the best".

"And I know it is now, for certain".

He proceeds to rip the notes apart, then burning them with a torch. Lastly, he sweeps the ashes into the underbelly of Sigil, feeling nothing but relief when he does so.

Writing down at his fancy mansion, Ales sighs irritatedly as another comes knocking to his door, and he decides to do away with another bunch, as he had with previous.

Once the issue is solved, he heads back to his writing desk, scribbling into notes of his, his hand shakeing as he does

I do not know what happened with my notebook, but I swear, it can't just've been dropped like that. Better hope none got their hands on it, but then again, why should it be a issue. I do not even think I wrote anything in it.

Now, this warzone, just a small walk away from this place of mine, have become quite an interest. Barmy folk, swarming all over Sigil here, and what annoys me the most is that the Shaper expects it, and gloats at our collective, futile efforts.

I realize however, that my thoughts of damnation are creeping onto me, it creeping ever deeper into the recesses of my mind, whilst the carnage outside, rages, greater by the hour and day.

Damnation. Such an useless word, along with redemption. Words that allow others to deem the views and ways of others as wrong, whilst the response from the accused is just the same. These words are made for the narrow of mind, befitting those who need aid in changing, or simply realizing whom they are. Still, they serve an use, since it is the closest thing you can come to the meaning of these feelings, so hard and difficult to describe, that not even I can comprehend a fitting pair of words for them

I know myself, and therefore, I suppose, I might as well say I am damning myself.

No matter who or what I stand with, I will never be the spider in the web, for I fear I comprimise what I believe in, what I think is right. However, this is probably what the foolish would call 'redemption', to give up such ambitious goals for the sake of others.

I however, know that such ambitions is what truly benefits the world, or worlds, be they harsh, cruel or naive, compassionate or unrealistic.

Yet, I realize I have damned myself, giving up my freedom for 'status' and other fleeting interests. I must admit in the end, that the Shaper, along with it's henchwoman Ashen, is what I strived once to be. To give new shape to the world through sheer ambition. But for some reason, I gave it up.

It must've been the pressure, stemming from the fact, during that period, I faced troubles being the only little co-worker. Indeed, she was never the little mastermind, she was just like me, small and insignificant, like every other being in this city, exept for the lady, mayhap.

Manipulated by all sides, such as the bloody Signers or companions of mine, along with the Shaper. I fear the seeds of hatred is growing towards them all, not yielding to the little barriers I raise to halt the wave of tendrils, slipping through.
I am caught in the corners of my mind, only one way out, and that is to push through it all and find it, my salvation, something only one, and only one can grant, and that is myself.
Those who dare claim they have power to forgive or damn, they shall know the strength of the invidual, the only one capable of redemption and damntion, now and forever.