Levitiko Matsumoto
| Levitiko Matsumoto | |
|---|---|
| Created by | Jessica Seefried |
| Information | |
| Gender | Male |
| Occupation | Dedicated |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Arafellin |
Levitiko Matsumoto is an Arafellin Dedicated of the Grey Tower.
Description
Levitiko is Arafellin, a trait most can tell by the multiple bells in his waist length black hair. It is always pulled back in two braids starting at the base of the back of his neck with larger silver bells at the end of each. He has a twin scars on his face just below each eye and to the middle of each cheek. His eyes are ice blue, but change color depending on his mood. At times, they can reach a gray, but more often they are some shade of blue. He has long, dexterous fingers, and is very good with knives, or picking pockets. Levitiko is usually a somber man, with very little sense of humor. Finding out he could channel only dampened what was there. It takes a lot to get him to smile, and it is almost impossible to get him to laugh. He reacts in surprise if anything out of the ordinary is done, and will go out of his way not to break a rule. Levitiko is about 6'2", lean, and somewhat muscular. He is 17.
Biography
Hello everyone. My name is Levitiko Matsumoto. I am currently seventeen years of age, and arriving at the Grey Tower within the day. I have written to tell you my story, and why I must come. Please, listen closely, for it is imperative that the truth is known.
I was two when my father died, leaving myself and two younger sisters, the twins Marika and Letanti, in the care of my mother and our nurse, Shika. He left us a great deal of money, but also a great deal of debt. My father had liked to gamble, my mother had said, and he didn't always win. In fact, he rarely won. My father also liked to drink, a habit I despise, for it caused his death in the end. Yes, my father died of alcohol poisoning, leaving us to settle his bill.
We had lived for seven years with increasing poverty, our lives going from near nobility to underprivileged merchant in that span of time. The change was gradual, and my sisters and I barely knew what had hit us when we were suddenly moving out of our country estate and into the nearby town. The girls were just turning eight, myself nine, so we knew enough of what was happening to realize life was now different. Butter was a luxury, when it could be found, and sugar was as well. For my ninth nameday, my mother bought me a new pair of boots, new to me at least. They were worn, but still in good condition. What mattered was the fact that they fit, and would be warm for the winter. My sisters thought it was the best thing they had ever seen. They were too young to have remembered what it was like when we had a cook, and servants, and our own rooms. When we had boots whenever we wanted, and we could buy whatever we saw. They only remembered poverty.
That summer, my mother died as well, leaving me, at eleven the oldest, to take care of my sisters. We did not have to move, yet, because the landlady allowed us to stay, as long as we did jobs around the house for her. We worked, my sisters becoming her maids and I working in the stable. It wasn't long before the woman took to disliking me, and she threw me out of the house after my twelfth name day.
My sisters were heartbroken. Now they had lost all the family they had ever had, and I had lost them too. I still have yet to see my sisters, or learn if they still even live, and that was five years ago.
I became apprenticed to a master thief, and soon I was one of the best, though young. I was fifteen, arrogant, and as hard to crack as a rock. The long years living in poverty, losing family member after family member had hardened me to a point that I could no longer feel emotions. I lived, cold and rigid, unsmiling and uncaring. Perfect for my line of work.
After my apprenticeship was over, I moved to a different city, larger and full of people with more money. I had contacts there, and I stole what was requested of me, and was paid handsomely when I got the merchandise. I always got what I was after, though it sometimes meant sneaking into houses and manors with guards. No one could stop me, or so I believed.
I hadn't had a job come to me in months, and I felt like my money was slim pickings. I returned to pick pocketing, hoping to keep a flow of coins into my pocket that wouldn't deplete the stores I had accumulated over the past two years. It was working. While my contacts had abandoned me, I made a living at thieving on the streets, a little here, a little there, no one noticing till I was long gone.
Then I tried to take his money. A man had come into the streets, all his clothes black and pins on his collar. I didn't know what they meant, nor did I care. I needed more money, and that man had a full purse hanging from his belt. A full purse within easy reach for such a skilled thief as myself. I snuck up behind him, watching carefully while getting out my belt knife. My hand settled on the purse, and was trapped. It felt like my hand was in an invisible jelly which had trapped it. The man turned, and smiled coldly.
"You have the spark, I believe," he had said as the rest of my body became part of that jelly. "And yet you are thieving. If you will come with me, you can serve the Lord Dragon while learning to control it. Otherwise, you will die within a year." He had said that with such a finality, that it seeped through my emotionless exterior and froze my heart cold. I had never felt that emotion before, never, but fear had put its grip in me deep now, and I submitted myself to the man without delay.
He took me to his house, where I was clothed in the black and given a few things for the journey. He said he was an Asha'man, which is what I could be if I stopped thieving and led a normal life. I didn't need to steal, he said, because Asha'man had the One Power. And, he said if I did steal, he would kill me himself. I was scared of this man, more scared than I had ever been before, though I didn't know what it meant. I had forgotten what it was like to be scared, living a life without emotion.
That is why now I am outside the Grey Tower, waiting to learn how to channel what the man had called Saidin, the male half of the One Power which was responsible for breaking the world. I had resolved myself to walk the straight and narrow path for my time here, for anything else might have me sent home, ready to die. I will become an Asha'man. I will.
Career History
- Soldier
- Dedicated
