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=== Background === Creek Barique was born on an insignificant island in the Far West, less than 100 souls inhabited it. the island was storm wracked, threatened by the fair folk and raiders of all races, and barely habitable, the only fame to claim an abandoned temple from the first age where once a set of artifacts resided. a Jet Black violin bow, and a shiny violin of Orichalcium. the violin had long ago been stolen by what was said to be an Anathema looking for objects of power, forgetting the paired bow in haste to flee the righteous wrath of the dragons. The temple was locked closed and barred, overgrown with vines and forbidden. Of course forbidding something to a 6 year old kid with nothing better to do is a foolish idea at best, and so Creek would sneak into the temple by climbing the vines into a broken window, and spend hours drawing in the dirt with the black stick he found on a pedestal inside. <br/> However, things were not to last and one day while playing inside alone, he heard explosions and screams of terror, climbing to the window he watched in horror as a warfleet displaying the banner of the Scarlet Empress rained elemental fury down on his village, while cruel warriors in flowing armor blazing with power cut down any who tried to flee. Crying he hid in the temple for days, not even bothering to leave for water slowly growing weaker. then two days after the event, his village in people in cinders, the door to the temple opened and a woman shining with energy, walked in, a song playing with each step. Searching she found the violin bow and moved to take it before noticing the weary and haggard boy nearby, smirking she stole him as well.<br/> The next ten years of Creek's life were spent serving on the goddess's floating palace as little more than a slave, fairly ignored unless something menial needed to be done and not a word said except for commands. Until a day when a bald shaven monk tattooed with winding dragons in red appeared on the barge. This Immaculate monk broke through the few guards the goddess had and began threatening her, something about extorting worship from naive islanders. Filled with anger and the conviction to actually do something about it now, Creek snuck up on the monk as he prepared to strike the goddess and in a burst of elemental power slammed the monk into the ocean with a single blow from his broom. the monk was dead and Creek promptly fainted from his exertions. <br/> While he slept the goddess debated whether to kill him or not. She had her reasons, long ago in the first age a good friend of a lunar, and a beautiful singer was struck down by the Dragon-Blooded in the usurpation, and she had never forgiven them. But she was also practical, and knew of Creek's hatred for the Realm, a great danger to her in the form of the Immaculates and the legions. So she spared his life, and trained him in the Martial Art created by her Lunar lover. She trained him over 20 years to kill for her, to kill with a song. <br/> Then, a few years ago the Goddess heard that the children of the Unconquered Sun had returned to walk Creation once more, and the Lunars had come back from their hiding in the wyld edges of creation. Realizing she needed an effective agent she could trust in the world to report back to her on this situation, she finished his training early, leaving him only half done in the style, and gifted him the violin bow of his island, along with a near perfect wooden violin to play upon. and deposited him on Coral to make his way and report back to her. <br/> Since then Creek has taken up Piracy, stealing a series of larger ships and looting realm and lookshy ships when he could, gaining and losing crew all the while. Recently he has heard that the Silver Prince has been constructing a war fleet to destroy the power of the realm, and Creek has decided to steal it for his and the goddesses own purposes. (Admittedly he has no clue about the size of the fleet, he believes that the Silver Prince discovered a single artifact ship intact from the first age, and that's his main goal... if he could find it.) unfortunately a terrible storm wracked his ship, and all of his crew were lost when the monsters came to play, limping into harbor, he's now at an impasse... what to do now, can't get a crew with this reputation of losing them all the time. He is Creek Barique! Child of the Elemental Dragon of Water! Pirate! and Musician!
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