Kov Geetsom |
Street Rat |
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Origins: Drigossi
Citizen of: Wolford
Kov was imprisoned for ten years. He was certain they'd forgotten him. They threw him into the lowest level of the Arturius dungeons, and Kov knew he would die there. Water was the only fresh thing given to him, while the food was stale and sometimes never even came. He was given better treatment than those around him, but only because they wanted to prolong his suffering. Others were dying of sickness around him, and he too became a victim of extreme illness. It was foreign to the world above, and developed from the pits of hell Kov was chained to. Most died from the illness, and their bodies were burned elsewhere. The guards not once looked at the prisoners with acknowledgement that they were humans. They wore masks to shield the sickness from them while they cleared the ill. The thought of this disease reaching the surface never even crossed their minds- that was how deep they were buried. He fell under the illusion that he perhaps already did die, and this was hell and he was suffering the punishment of his crime. He wanted to rip his chest open and open his lungs, freeing them from whatever poison was captured inside. Every breath filled him with excruciating pain. He would cough up blood, and water would only relieve the pain the moment the water slid down his throat, but it would radiate again once it passed. He had to learn to conserve his water for when the pain was at its worst. A month passed before the sickness left him. He did not feel victorious. He did not fight off the sickness, he only endured its beating until it departed. Recovery was no easy task. He was left weak and defeated. Eventually the guards would stop coming by, and he thought they had abandoned him and the few that still lived in his section. Several days later, they returned, and he was once again given food. He learned to love the stale bread and old meat scraps again, but eventually grew to hate them all the same with time. Ten years of torture. It's a wonder how he even lived through it all. Freedom was given to him when the Faennag rose to power. Kov's crime was one that buzzed above ground and did not go unheard. He was granted life once again. Guards unlocked the chain that had rusted around his ankle and carried him through the tunnels. It was impossible for him to walk on his own. The air finally began to clear as they ascended, but his lungs were not yet free of the filthy air he breathed for ten years. He was given a week to recover just enough so that he would have the strength to walk and speak again, but nothing more. Food, clothes, and money were given to him before he was sent out into the streets. It was as if nothing happened. It was all a bad dream. The dungeon broke him, and he lost his morals. Never again would he aid a Krake in need. He's still torn between regretting the moment he saved the Krake child from being beaten by the guards or holding true to his actions which sent him to hell in the first place. The only thing he's made the decision of is to avoid Krake. Even though he was told times are changing, and now that a Faennag has taken the throne of the western province, his mind is still a captive of the years before. After Kov was released from recovery, he found that his parents moved on without him. They left their home in the western province in fear that Kov's crime would affect them. He now has nothing but his broken spirit.
Height: 5'11
Origins: Drigossi
Citizen of: Wolford
Kov was imprisoned for ten years. He was certain they'd forgotten him. They threw him into the lowest level of the Arturius dungeons, and Kov knew he would die there. Water was the only fresh thing given to him, while the food was stale and sometimes never even came. He was given better treatment than those around him, but only because they wanted to prolong his suffering. Others were dying of sickness around him, and he too became a victim of extreme illness. It was foreign to the world above, and developed from the pits of hell Kov was chained to. Most died from the illness, and their bodies were burned elsewhere. The guards not once looked at the prisoners with acknowledgement that they were humans. They wore masks to shield the sickness from them while they cleared the ill. The thought of this disease reaching the surface never even crossed their minds- that was how deep they were buried. He fell under the illusion that he perhaps already did die, and this was hell and he was suffering the punishment of his crime. He wanted to rip his chest open and open his lungs, freeing them from whatever poison was captured inside. Every breath filled him with excruciating pain. He would cough up blood, and water would only relieve the pain the moment the water slid down his throat, but it would radiate again once it passed. He had to learn to conserve his water for when the pain was at its worst. A month passed before the sickness left him. He did not feel victorious. He did not fight off the sickness, he only endured its beating until it departed. Recovery was no easy task. He was left weak and defeated. Eventually the guards would stop coming by, and he thought they had abandoned him and the few that still lived in his section. Several days later, they returned, and he was once again given food. He learned to love the stale bread and old meat scraps again, but eventually grew to hate them all the same with time. Ten years of torture. It's a wonder how he even lived through it all. Freedom was given to him when the Faennag rose to power. Kov's crime was one that buzzed above ground and did not go unheard. He was granted life once again. Guards unlocked the chain that had rusted around his ankle and carried him through the tunnels. It was impossible for him to walk on his own. The air finally began to clear as they ascended, but his lungs were not yet free of the filthy air he breathed for ten years. He was given a week to recover just enough so that he would have the strength to walk and speak again, but nothing more. Food, clothes, and money were given to him before he was sent out into the streets. It was as if nothing happened. It was all a bad dream. The dungeon broke him, and he lost his morals. Never again would he aid a Krake in need. He's still torn between regretting the moment he saved the Krake child from being beaten by the guards or holding true to his actions which sent him to hell in the first place. The only thing he's made the decision of is to avoid Krake. Even though he was told times are changing, and now that a Faennag has taken the throne of the western province, his mind is still a captive of the years before. After Kov was released from recovery, he found that his parents moved on without him. They left their home in the western province in fear that Kov's crime would affect them. He now has nothing but his broken spirit.