Wintoz's Log Feb 18, 2018 18:49:30 GMT -6
Post by Wintoz on Feb 18, 2018 18:49:30 GMT -6
BackroundThe story of Wintoz Ycilce is not one that begins with some undying act of vengeance by a lifelong foe, nor abandonment by those closest to him. Rather, the Arocsian’s life began in a small home in his squalid home in the frozen planet of Arcose. His progenitor, Polaro, had once been an aide to one of the unstable “emperors” of the corrupt empire before it had fallen to the might of the WTF. The old Arocsian often muttered half-forgotten stories about this to his progeny, who affected attention.
Young Wintoz and his brother, Iztoz, were educated heavily in these formative years, learning the art of combat from academy and parent, as well as the basics of strategy and tactics. The latter was something Wintoz took to especially well, advancing nearly as fast as his brother did in combat. The two were inseparable, as they needed to be in the back-alleys of the great city. Working together, the pair managed to brand a mark into the underground, and with the assistance of a few allies, they cleared those that had attacked so many from the small section in where they lived. Their father, however, only used this as an excuse to urge the pair into joining his small group’s suicidal plan to end the WTF. No matter what benefit the brothers managed to incur on their campaign, Polaro always squandered it on petty revenge on the Trade Fleet.
At the age of twenty, the brothers and their peers were afforded the greatest honor their family had seen in many years, the chance to conquer a planet in the name of the controversial World Trade Organization. This was an enormous opportunity for the family, a chance to catapult the Ycilce name from the ice-encrusted turf to soldiers for the most powerful force this side of Vegeta. What could they do but accept? Despite Polaro’s threats of disownment, the brothers left for the stars.
The first wave of the attack went rather well, as Trade Fleet forces annihilated the capital city of the savage world, scattering their army to the winds. Wintoz served with distinction, if not recognition, helping coordinate attacks and security squads in the aftermath. Tired and drained, but still exultant, the Arcosian trudged back towards the ship, planning to regain his energy for what was sure to be a messy cleanup operation. Sadly, events proceeded in a rather different fashion.
Upon his return to the ship, Wintoz was hauled bodily into the war room of the craft as those officers he had aided just a few hours before tore strips out of him for his failure, his great oversight. Confused, the Arcosian questioned his superiors about their meaning, he had done nothing that they not authorized. That is when they revealed his brother, the one he had trusted above all others, the one he had loved, had betrayed them all, murdering his squad before vanishing into the damp night. On it's own this act would have been horrendous for sure, but there was one thing that made it worse. Before escaping, the warrior had released every prisoner in the stockades, which included several beings who were suspected of some level of magical talent. This rang horribly truly in Wintoz's ears, as years of small occurrences of this magical obsession began revealing themselves one by one in his head as the psychic blocks and memory repressions snapped like twigs before Wintoz's grief-stricken assault. Despite days of searching on the part of Wintoz, Iztoz was never found.
Heartbroken, Wintoz threw himself into mission after mission for the Trade Fleet, seeking to assuage for his brother’s great crime, amassing a vast library of knowledge in the pursuit of self-improvement. Rising to quite a senior position in Fleet, the Arocsian has become one of the Fleet's few sucessful spy hunters and a well-versed strategist, bending every resource to find even a hint of disloyalty. After all, rogue warriors cannot act alone…..