Alcibiades' Pages

<body stylesrc="alcibiades.htm" background="images/noise.gif" bgcolor="#008000" text="#FFFF00" link="#00FFFF" vlink="#00FF00">  <table border="0" width="100%"> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%"><br> </td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%"><p align="center"><a name="top"><font size="6" face="Arial">Alcibiades, follower of Merinita</font></a></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%"><table border="0" width="100%"> <tr> <td width="20%" rowspan="2"><p align="center"><font size="4" face="Arial"><img src="images/merinita.jpg" align="middle" width="75" height="75"></font></td> <td width="50%" align="center"><font size="5" face="Arial">An Italian Magus in Caledonia to study the Fae</font></td> <td width="20%" rowspan="2"><p align="center"><img src="images/flower_scroll.gif" alt="flower_scroll.gif (3491 bytes)" width="98" height="108"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="50%" align="center"><font size="4" face="Arial">You can email Alcibiades' Player, Mike</font></td> </tr> </table> </td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> </table> <div align="center"><center> <table border="0" cellpadding="3" width="100%"> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><hr> </td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><a name="Description"><font size="5" face="Arial">Description</font></a></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="50" valign="top" align="left"><img src="images/capital_a.gif" alt="capital_a.gif (2671 bytes)" width="65" height="63"></td> <td width="100%" valign="top" align="left"><font size="5" face="Arial">lcibiades</font><font size="4" face="Arial">, Filia Salix, Follower of Merinita, often dresses in brightly colored velvet doublets and hose (colors vary - the more vibrant the better - although red is favored).</font></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><font size="4" face="Arial">He is generously adorned with silver jewelry (pearls and emeralds are the preferred gems and he will wear which ever seems most appropriate to the color he is wearing).  He keeps his black hair shoulder length and tied in back to present a neat appearance and to keep his hair out of his eyes.   Alcibiades has never been witnessed to be dirty or unkempt; in fact, no one has ever seen him in anything other than his finery, which lends to his reputation as a vain and pompous fop.  Due to his Fae nature, his eyes reflect colors oddly, which makes his eyes seem to change colors in response to his mood, (the colors range from ice blue to a radiant amber). His facial features are soft and smoothed, and when mixed with his slight frame and stature would make him appear slightly effeminate if not for his goatee. All in all a pretty-boy fop. </font></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><hr> </td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><table border="0" width="100%"> <tr> <td width="16%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="16%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="16%" valign="top" align="left"><font size="4" face="Arial">Birthyear</font></td> <td width="16%" valign="top" align="left"><font size="4" face="Arial">1168</font></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"><font size="4" face="Arial">Current Age</font></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"><font size="4" face="Arial">31</font></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"><font size="4" face="Arial">Apparent Age</font></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"><font size="4" face="Arial">22</font></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="16%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="16%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"></td> <td width="17%" valign="top" align="left"></td> </tr> </table> </td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><hr> </td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> </table> </center></div><div align="center"><center> <table border="0" cellpadding="3" width="100%"> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><font size="5" face="Arial"><a name="Background">Background</a></font></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="50" valign="top" align="left"><img src="images/capital_t.gif" alt="capital_t.gif (2606 bytes)" width="65" height="64"></td> <td width="100%" valign="top" align="left"><font size="5" face="Arial">he</font><font size="4" face="Arial"> old boring tale ended with my mother's father living happily ever after in the realm of his Faerie Princess, but for me that was not the end but the beginning.</font></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><font size="4" face="Arial">Of course, I didn't learn of this until a different beginning, so from which beginning should I start? No matter, I was the only child of a Sardinian noble. My mother, who was common woman of renowned beauty, died in childbirth, which was a shame, as I would like to have known her. It was said that she carried the sun in her golden tresses, and she could soften the coldest heart with her smile. Anyway, my father was devastated by her death, but I like to think that I helped cheer him up a touch; although he was disappointed with me.  Despite that disappointment, he was a good father, and treated me like I was his best friend. I remember once, when he took me hunting with him.... but you are not interested in that...He died when I was 10 years old. Upon his death my lands reverted back to the supposed "Holy Mother" church.  Why do the mundanes call that institution of theirs the Holy Mother? It is not sacred or very personable, like I would imagine a holy mother to be.... but I digress... The church-people guaranteed me a clerical position, but I could not imagine such a life... besides churches make me feel real uncomfortable, and then there is that annoying bell...but anyway.... So, I ran away and lived like a thief. One day, I picked the wrong pocket, which actually turned out to be the right pocket, that is I attempted to steal the purse of the great Magus Salix. At once Salix recognized my Gift, and took me as his apprentice.  Salix filled the vaccum that was left after my father's death. He even intimated to me after my Gauntlet that I was his favortie apprentice. I will always think fondly of him. What?! Oh yes... the story... Well to continue the story we move forward to my Gauntlet, back a couple of generations, and sideways to the fair ones in between. After a mere 8 years, Salix offered to administer my Gauntlet. He told me that I had the fair blood in my veins and that should I discover the source of Fae nature that he would call me Soldales.  After 6 seasons of of finding nothing in my father's lineage, I decided to travel back to Sardinia, and visit my mother's parents to solve this riddle. Much to my dismay, I discovered that they had passed on to the next world, but as luck would have it, I learned from the midwife of my village (who was still living) that my mother was actually discovered by my grandfather on the edge of the forest when she was a baby. Since they had no children of their own, they adopted my mother.  Emboldened with this new information, I struck out for the forest in question, and discovered that my suspicions were correct. Before the next phase I was already attending the court of Trevadacil, my uncle. After performing a minor quest for him (during which I met Manuel, my shield grog) he related to me the story of his parents and my grandparents. I was told that my <em>true</em> grandparents had twins, one of which was my mother. However, the magic of the union was too strong for the realm, and my mother had to be returned to the mortal world (see my Treatise on the Exponential Overcompensation of the Human Imagination and its Seelie Destabilizing Effect on the Faerie Regio for further explanation). Having compleated my Gauntlet, I was initiated and sought my fortunes (followed by Philograchus, who had also just compleated his gauntlet) with a distant relation on my mother's side, Caitlin Suil Uaine, Follower of Merinita. After spending quite a few years at Crun Clach, Tain MacMurdoch Ex Miscellanea, Philograchus of House Bonisagus, and I formed the covenant of Fitheach Tigh... and the rest you know..."</font></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"></td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> <tr> <td width="5"></td> <td width="100%" colspan="2"><hr> </td> <td width="5"></td> </tr> </table> </center></div>  </body>