Each evening, the market is visited by a forgettable little man. Clad in drab workman's attire, topped by a battered cap on his balding head, he purchases a few items and wanders on his way. With a gentle smile brightening his scarred face, the little man never forgets a coster's name and never fails to ask about an ailing parent or difficult child. Despite this, none of the market folk of the quarter could tell you his true name.
A few years ago, one of the local brigands, 'Buttons' Brodeman, tried to ambush the quiet little fellow as he was leaving the market. The witnesses never tire of telling the story: 'There Â‘e were, guv, mindin' Â‘is ain bizzn, when Ol' Buttons Brodeman tried to neddy Â‘im. Â‘At were the last mistake ol' Buttons ever made! Â‘At Chivver, Â‘e's a flummat nobbler with that shiv o' Â‘is, I tell yew straight! In a trice, Â‘e Â‘ad ol' Buttons' arm behin''im and Â‘ad Â‘at shiv in Â‘is neck. Ol' Buttons bled out Â‘n a jiff.'
After that, the folk of the market district nicknamed him 'Chivver', in tribute to his speed with his hidden 'shiv'. Predictably, the neighborhood's bravos treat him with a great deal of respect.
From the few hints he's dropped of his past, folk guess that Chivver had served in the army: He seems to be just another veteran, scarred in the wars. In some ways, that's true; Chivver's always been careful to conceal the tattoos on his arms, tattoos that would reveal his former membership in the Queen's elite guard.
In truth, Chivver is an agent of the Crown. In his evening rambles, he quietly monitors the poor folk of the quarter, keeping watch in the places where the Watch dares not visit. 'Run of the mill' criminals don't interest him, but if someone poses a threat to the realm or its monarch, he will quietly ensure that they just... go away. Rebels, rabble rousers, evil sorcerors, coiners, all will be targeted for elimination. Chivver prefers not to take direct action himself; experience has taught him that a few words in the ear of one of the district's more violent residents will generally solve the problem.
Some while past midnight, when his day's work is done, Chivver clambers up several sets of stairs to a dingy garret in the back of a crowded tenement. Secure in his sanctum, he pries an intricately inlaid box from under a loose panel in the wainscoting. With infinite care, he retrieves a delicate key from where it hangs over his heart and fits it into a hidden catch on the box's base. A scent of jasmine fills the air as he unfolds the letter that was hidden within. His eyes take on a wistful look as he rereads the words that he memorized long before, words in the delicate handwriting of the Queen: 'My Beloved Barrett, I know that you feel you must leave my service after what has passed between us. I cannot bear the thought of never again feeling your touch, never having your arms around me...'
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An okay character. On its own, it is just another spy; along with the location, he is a part of the mosaic that defines the place... giving it more importance, as it hints at what kind of people will find their way here. Not special, more of an addition to a larger whole.
He's OK but not as good as your other submissions.
The write up is again, nicely executed. The character is not as interesting, as we know nothing of his existance in his 'real life'. That element is missing on the character.
Sure nobody in the market and poor places will know it, and perhaps not even in the nobles corners, but the GM needes it to portray the character carefully.
It sounds like I'll need to add a little bit to this one. I couldn't let poor Chivver languish without a real life...
Updated: Chivver (or should I say Barrett) has a bit more history now, and a heartbroken queen to serve from afar.
Not bad, but the ending felt abrupt. Now I am curious to know about what happened between the Queen and her guard (Okay, so I can kinda guess ;) but I am left wondering how he found himself living among the criminals and vagabonds. All in all, not a bad piece of work.
Thank you for the feedback! I'll have to think about it for a few days and revise his entry again. I'm starting to see Chivver shaping into the complementary opposite of the beggar henchman, Hatchet. They're both 'good with their hands', both prefer to work through manipulation to serve their respective queens, but Chivver is basically noble under his humble façade, while Hatchet is purely evil. Chivver is trying to uphold the social order; Hatchet revels in chaos and misery.
Now, to just steer them directly into conflict...
The additions help :)