Skies of Ticivorna
Silas Cage Freeland
Former con artist turned doctor.
High Concept: Dr. Jekkyl And Mr. Hoax
Dream: Save Everyone, Especially Me.
Where he came from: They Don’t Have That Where I Come From.
Rising Conflict: Surviving Kingsport, One Lie At A Time
First Adventure: It’s never just a flesh wound.
Crossed paths: “Responsible” Adult
Crossed paths: Ashurta’s Tomb: I’ll never be useless again.
Fate Points: 1, Refresh 5
+4 Medicine, Deception
+3 Empathy, Diplomacy
+2 Performatnce, Observation, Rapport, Leadership
+1 Steath, Burglary, Sleight Of Hand, Contacts, Investigation, Intimidation
Master of the Triage
Now I Lay You Down To Sleep
No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to get away from Kingsport.
I was born there forty years ago. During my early childhood, my father managed to eek out a living doing factory work. We didn’t have much extra money but our basic needs were met and my mother filled in by making useful gadgets out of household items.
My father lost his job to automation when I was ten and he never recovered. He picked up odd jobs where.and when he could while my mother tried to turn her gadget hobby into a career but it didn’t pan out and I learned firsthand what the phrase “going hungry” really meant.
It was in attempting to sell my mother’s makeshift gadgets that I was introduced to “The Game”
My “mentor”, if you can call him that, Charles Henesy Mannion, was always a genius when it came to choosing marks. He must have known that i was just desperate enough to agree to anything he asked.
I met him when I was 11. My family was back in Kingsport after my father had finished one of his temporary jobs abroad. I was in the market trying to sell my mother’s gadgets when he approached me. He handed me a meat pie, which I gulped down in seconds, and promised that I’d never be hungry again.
In the ten years that followed, we made a fortune on any number of scams. I told my mother I got the money from selling her gadgets and her “success” kept my family in Kingsport. It was the passing of both of my parents, within a year of each other, that prompted me to bid Silas farewell and take to the skies.
If anything, remote shores proved more susceptible to the Game than Kingsport. I came, I conned, I drank, I gambled, had regular sex with local women, and got out of town before either the authorities or a vengeful mark could catch me. My life had settled into a comfortable and profitable routine.
And then I met her.
No, I didn’t met my soul mate, I met the person who saved my soul. I met my daugther.
I was, as fate would have it, in Kingsport, when a woman approached me a child, no older than three, in tow. The woman introduced herself as Martha Geraghty Cassin and told me that the child was mine.
As a Player I was immediately wary. It’s a common scam for a woman and child to extort money out of an unfaithful husband by claiming a child had resulted from an elicit affair. There were three problems with that theory.
The first is that I wasn’t married so the extortion attempt wouldn’t work. Second, I did remember having sex with this woman around the time this child was born and third one look at this child’s resemblance to me would have made it extremely difficult, even for an Artist like me to deny parentage. I invited the woman to dinner.
Martha said had been out celebrating the impending marriage of a friend when too much drink allowed me to bed her when she ordinarily would have said no. She felt so ashamed that she avoided all men for months which is how she knew the child was mine. She named the girl Ella and raised her by working as an assistant to an alchemist. Now Martha was dying and with only several weeks to live and nowhere else left to turn found me.
As an Artist I had ruined many people’s lives and not cared what happened to them. A woman left pregnant after a one night stand is the least of what I have done. 99 times out of 100 I’d probably have turned on my charm and had her convinced that the child wasn’t mine or that I couldn’t possibly take care of her. But some combination of Martha ‘s strength and honesty Elyn’s innocence and whatever remnant of conscience I had left stopped me.
I agreed to take care of Elyn. I meant it and Martha knew it. We spent the next few weeks together (not romantically) and I got to know Elyn. She made me realize that I had never known joy before her.
Martha passed away a month later. I told Elyn I was a merchant and purchased my own airship. The skills needed to sell goods aren’t much different than those needed for The Game. It just takes more time and the goods cost more so my profit margin took a massive hit. Being able to look Elyn in the eye, however, was more than worth it.
The next couple of years were the best in my life. We traveled the world and I poured my knowledge. 0I to Elyn. She learned quickly and her smile was all it took to make me happy beyond reason.
I should have known going back to Kingsport would ruin it all.
We were heading there for a Bazaar when we were accosted midway by pirates. I’m an expert at reading people and these pirates were experts with a look of desperation that told me they’d have no compunction about killing the two of us. They proved it by shooting Elyn in the arm as a warning to me.