Bio Niktoo

Niktoo was born In the city of Iridine, sometime nineteen years ago. No one really knows when he was born, His mother a Prostitute and his father , well you get the picture. His mother was around long enough to name him and see him out the door at the ripe age of 10. Very young and very afraid, Niktoo found himself in a world that was not suitable for most cutthroats, let alone a young boy. He came from the harbors and spent most of his time scouring the coastal alleys looking for food, and clothing he could sell to make a meager living. Many a time he found himself faced staring at some of the worlds most vile beings.

One day why sneaking out of his makeshift shack he came upon a small group of brutes drinking and brutalizing a young maiden. His eyes were fixated in shock and terror, he could not believe people could be like this. His little heart trembled as he grabbed hold of a small wooden club that was laying on the ground, with all his courage he rushed forward swinging his hardest at the first of the three Smelly men. He barley budged him as he turned angrily swatting Niktoo with his hand. With that the young boy went sprawling to the ground as the taste of blood soon found its way into his mouth. The man smiled and walked over coolly to the boy, and preceded to beat him near death. As Niktoo lay there bleeding his young eyes caught the glimpse of the maidens right before she passed on to Ereal finally at some kind of rest. The men just chuckled and walked away as if it was just another day.

Many hours passed till the young boy could pull himself together and even begin to move. He steadied himself and began walking down the cold dark alley when a shadowy figure appeared wearing a brightly colored mask.

"well hello there young one, you look as if ye have had a bit of trouble."

"Yesss, s-s-sirr I was beaten by some men and they ah...lets just say a lady is no more.", Niktoo replied.

"where is your mother and where is your father, what is such a young child doing here on the streets?"

"well I don't know where my Mother is, and I don't know who my Father even is sir."

The man sighed and pulled a coin from his pouch. The man showed the coin to Niktoo and with one quick handed movement, the coin seemed to disappear.

"Remember boy nothing is as it seems, and life has many turns. The question is which turn to make."

"Come with me boy let me fix you up."

With that the man hoisted Niktoo in the air and carried him to a room by the docks and cleaned him up, patching his wound and telling him stories of adventures he had while in the city. The whole time the mask was never removed. Soon sleep overtook the young boy and he found himself sleeping away. The next morning Niktoo awoke to an empty room and no sign of the mysterious figure.

Niktoo slowly made his way out of the room still kinda shooken up from the night before. He slowly limped down the alleys he called home and made his way out to the main road. As he came to an intersection a delicious smell penetrated his senses and he immediately salivated with its aroma. He looked southwardly into a shady bar and saw, a man cooking up some dolphin. He had it cut into steaks and was cooking away, not minding any attention to those around. Niktoo suddenly forgot how bad he hurt as hunger soon took over his instincts. He snuck in slowly only a few patrons where around and they where oblivious to his as they chatted away, he got around the bar and made a desperate grab for a steak and began to run. THWAP! the cook smacked him on his bottom so hard he hit the floor hard.

"Boy, watch ya trying to do you need to pay for that." the man bellowed. Niktoo slowly turns his battered face to view the man.

"Nah, sir IM sorry but I have no money and I was hungry, haven't eaten for days sir. So sorry." A small tear streams along the boys face.

"Ah, lad what da hell happen to you?"

The man introduced himself, his name was Marcellus and owned the place. Niktoo recalled his life and his tale of last night to the barkeep. Marcellus fed him and a couple of the working girls tended to his wounds. Marcellus chatted with the lad and ended taking a liking to him. He ended up taking him in. He got a cot to sleep on and free food, all he had to do was sweep, do dishes, and tidy up the bar a bit. Niktoo happily agreed and began to take in his sights. He soon found an interest in the gladius and books, and would pick up on anything a weary traveler would be willing to show him or teach him. As he matured his observation skills grew more keen and things became more real to him. Before long the working girls took a liking to him and taught him a few more tricks he could of only learned in this atmosphere.

Then one day he embarked out on his own, told Marcellus he would stop into see him and visit the girls. It was time for Niktoo to make his own destiny and learn more of the world around. Niktoo found the world to be full of half hearted heroes and selfish saints. He soon found himself helping others as much as he could giving them money and listening to them helping anyway he could. Niktoo remembered what it was like to go hungry and made sure to do his best that no one else did. He used his knowledge he had picked up and tried to pass it along as best as he could. He never forgot the masked man and what he said, and he never forgot that trick. Some day you may see him setting at the toga sipping his wine and winking at all the young ladies, taking in the sights. Listen and ye may even learn a thing or two.