I wrote this several months ago as a loose background to an evil character in an RPG. At the time, I was the only one who liked it.
Warning for the squeemish: it's somewhat violent, but I don't think anyone will be put off.
The name is pronounced "ur-uh-PENT-ay" I don't remember where I got it from.
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Urapenthe Brokethorn
The violence began in his youth. His father an undertaker, Brokethorn was subjected to fierce beatings and persecution.
Submission never was a quality of his. He decided to be a thorn in the side of all of them. A simple prick between the ribs. It drained the life from them, slowly reducing their breath to a faint whistle from the parted flesh.
When he ran out of knives, he beat his father's shovels into blades. When the elder Brokethorn discovered his livelihood transformed to casualty, his son no longer mattered to him. Young Urapenthe was broken, disfigured, and left between the banks of a river.
He did not resign himself to begging. Rather, it was a tool for him. He knew the rich from the poor, the secure from the defenseless. He found patterns in the passersby. They even kept their strongboxes in the same places.
Warning for the squeemish: it's somewhat violent, but I don't think anyone will be put off.
The name is pronounced "ur-uh-PENT-ay" I don't remember where I got it from.
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Urapenthe Brokethorn
The violence began in his youth. His father an undertaker, Brokethorn was subjected to fierce beatings and persecution.
Submission never was a quality of his. He decided to be a thorn in the side of all of them. A simple prick between the ribs. It drained the life from them, slowly reducing their breath to a faint whistle from the parted flesh.
When he ran out of knives, he beat his father's shovels into blades. When the elder Brokethorn discovered his livelihood transformed to casualty, his son no longer mattered to him. Young Urapenthe was broken, disfigured, and left between the banks of a river.
He did not resign himself to begging. Rather, it was a tool for him. He knew the rich from the poor, the secure from the defenseless. He found patterns in the passersby. They even kept their strongboxes in the same places.