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Character Name: Reaver
Series: Fable
Timeline: Fable III;
Canon Resource Link: Fable (general series) || Fable II || Fable III || Reaver on Fable Wikia
Character Background:
There was once a young man who lived in the village of Oakvale. He was a foolish man. A weak man. A breakable man. He feared growing old and losing his beauty. He feared death, his inevitable demise. He feared death so much that he Hesummoned the Shadow Court into the world to ask them to grant him immortality. Buy he was oblivious to the consequences that would result from his actions. Yes the young man gained eternal youth, but at a high cost. Oakvale was destroyed, consumed in shadows. His friends, his family, his lover were all killed. Everything he knew was destroyed. He felt like a monster for what he'd done, especially at the death of his lover, and it broke him. When he finally regained his composure, he began acting like a monster and took on life anew as Reaver. He had no moral compass and did whatever he damn well pleased. If it felt good, then do it, no matter what it is. And it is this behavior that would shape the Reaver we know and love today.
Reaver soon moved to Bloodstone, a port town near the remains of his home village of Oakvale. With no one to tend for the cursed land, the marshes of Darkwood took over and the region would later become known as Wraithmarsh. It was there that the Shadow Court was located, there where Reaver would bring his sacrifice year after year. He quickly got into and worked his way up in the criminal underworld. He eventually reached the top by killed the biggest crime lord in Bloodstone, taking his manor.
The Bloodstone Fire occurred several years later. As they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. A woman Penelope was outraged to find out that Reaver had been cheating on her another woman named Ursula. He was sleeping... with a young man named Andrew at the time of the fire, but woke up in time to escape through the manor's secret passage. Unfortunately, Andrew was a heavy sleeper and died in the fire. After the fire, Reaver "convinced" a builder to drop his project, The Temple of Shadows, and rebuild his manor instead. After being mutilated and having two members of his family, the man agreed to work on it. He did a good job and Reaver shot him for the effort. He moved back in and held a party in celebration, making Penelope and Ursula the guests of honor.
Not only did Reaver take the former crime lord's home but his title as Pirate King as well, making him the closest thing the town had to a mayoral figure. He had total control over Bloodstone's port from which he would run smuggling operations. He and his crew would go out at see for months at a time, capturing ships by shooting the captains, exploring, and other glorious pirate things like plundering and wenches. On one such occasion, the crew came across an island south of Albion. He spent months there, and might have stayed there if not for the "monkey incident". He returned to Albion with such spoils that he had to lighten his load of the heavier items, throwing all nonessential crew members and his new wives overboard.
Right, so fast-forward about 200 years later from the destruction of Oakvale. Reaver was chilling in his manor, having an artist paint him or sculpt him or something, when this stranger of a conditional gender (but for the sake of convenience will be male here), commonly referred to as Sparrow or the Hero of Bowerstone, showed up at his doorstep. He sought help from the Hero of Skill (Reaver) to stop this crazy guy Lord Lucien from creating his "perfect world" via the Tattered Spire. Not wanting to waste time on nobodies, Reaver sends him off and tells him to come back once he's built up his renown. Sparrow does return, and Reaver sent him on an errand. After all, why should he help when the other did nothing for Reaver specifically? So he told Sparrow to go return his seal to the Shadow Court since it was about time for his yearly ritual anyway. While he was gone, Reaver did some snooping around and found out that Sparrow had recently escaped the Spire and Lucien was looking for him. So betraying the Hero a second time, he made a lucrative agreement with Lucien to turn the fugitive over. Unfortunately for Reaver, things did not go quite as planned. Soon after Sparrow returned from the Shadow Court, there was an attack on Bloodstone by Lucien's men. They were looking for both Heroes. He had been betrayed by Lucien in the midst of betraying his companion, and they were forced to escape via Reaver's Rear Passage (yes, that's what it's called). After they fought their way out, and Reaver was forced to join the rest of the Heroes in their quest. Much to his dismay. So they eventually stopped Lucien in the most anti-climactic way ever: with a magic music box and a bullet (potentially from Reaver). Theresa, the blind seer that no one liked showed up right after, claiming the Spire as her own and sending Reaver to the land of Samarkand with the Hero of Will, Garth.
Samarkand never met Reaver's expectations and it was really lame. After starting a shootout in a tavern and possibly killing Garth, he was kicked out of Samarkand and returned to Albion. Sometime in the 50 years between Fable II and III, he wrote an autobiography about his amazing life. The fate and what have you of his pirates is unknown, but previously mentioned, he found a new outlet for his greed. Industry! He started up Reaver Industries, which later hostilely took over Faraday Industries after its founder/owner was imprisoned by the King, and pretty much became the most important industrial leader in Albion. He moved to the high-class region of Millfields, kicking the former gypsies of Bower Lake off his new land. He became indebted to the balverines of Millfields and threw "secret society" parties involving drinking, orgies and entertainment for them every week. Yeah! Within 4 years before the start of Fable III and after taking over Faraday Industries, he was given control over Bowerstone Industrial by and became a a filthy rich, super corrupt slum lord.
And as a corrupt slum lord was how he was reintroduced in Fable III, taking care of disgruntled coworkers and their morale issues with his "Team Spirit Award." By Team Spirit Award, he meant shooting anyone who wasn't working or doing whatever it was that he didn't like.
Some of the Bowerstone Resistance--a group of revolutionaries seeking to overthrow King Logan--tried to sneak into Reaver's mansion in Millfields. They were caught and all but one, Kidd, was killed. Kidd was used as bait to lure out the Resistance leader, Page. And it worked! Page and the Rebel Prince/Princess--the younger brosis of King Logan and the Heroic child of the Hero of Bowerstone--attempted to sneak into Reaver's Mansion as guests to his "secret society party" and free the others, but they were trapped and forced to fight for their lives to entertain Reaver and his guests. They survived and rudely killed all his guests and then Reaver discovered that A) Logan's brosis was in fighting in his mansion and B) that he/she was a Hero. So he asked them if they wanted to go to his room and fuck, but they declined and parted ways for the time being.
After the Hero overthrew Logan, Reaver became the new Ruler's financial advisor of some sort and came up with all these unethical ideas to fill the treasury--necessary to fund an army against an Eldritch Abomination referred to as the Crawler. Regardless of the Ruler's choice; however, Reaver Industries would always benefit. Just before the Crawler's attack, Reaver skedaddled, returning to Wraithmarsh for his yearly routine.
And that's about it, I'm so sorry for the rambling. I really am.
Abilites/Special Powers:
Due to his deal with the Shadow Court, Reaver is blessed with eternal youth. That is, so long as he keeps up the yearly ritual.
Reaver is a Hero of Skill. [In the Fable series, Heroes are extraordinary humans who discipline in Strength (melee combat), Skill (ranged combat), or Will (magic) and in some rare cases, all three. They can survive falls that typically break bones, have increased endurance, stamina, etc. and are capable of feats impossible for normal humans.] That said, he is incredibly adept in ranged combat. The best marksman in Albion--if you don't believe him just ask him. He never misses his target ever and is capable of hitting them even in impossible conditions. He can deflect bullets with with a mere flick of a thin metal cane and generally be a near impossible to kill pain in the ass.
Third-Person Sample:
It was a weekly ritual, these secret society meetings Reaver had gotten himself into. Every Wednesday they would come to his mansion, drink all his alcohol, eat his food, and demand entertainment. That wasn't to say he was bothered by this. Reaver did enjoy a good party, and none could host one better than he! Some might call his entertainment methods unorthodox, but it was all good fun. Nevermind the only thing he enjoyed more than a good party was a good orgy, and if things went as planned, that was usually how they ended. Still. As such powerful mythic creatures, one would assume a little alcohol would be nothing to Balverines. But alas, such was not the case.
Bloody lightweights.
His deep and heavy thoughts on the alcohol tolerance of such creatures were interrupted with a loud BANG!
A gunshot from upstairs; however, was hardly part of the weekly ritual. That is to say, a gunshot from someone other than himself or his ... game participants. Neither Hatch nor any of his other servants were to be seen--no doubt having a party of their own. He decided, as he forced himself away from the dashing young fellow and up the stairs, that they would be punished for such poor work ethic.
Cane in hand and Dragonstomper strapped to his thigh (as always), the Industrialist sauntered into the upstairs dining room, noticing one of the many mansion doors slightly ajar. If he was concerned about an intruder, he certainly didn't show it. He pushed the door away with his cane, allowing more light into the room. Dark eyes scanned back and forth before stopping on a very much dead balverine, sprawled out like a painted not!French girl. Now, what was the point of this secret society if they weren't even keeping their own secrets? And here he hoped they were brighter than that.
"Crashing a man's party and shooting one of his guests? How terribly rude."
First-Person Sample:
[Leather boots can be seen walking across the floor, stopping just in front of the communication device]
My, my... what do we have here.
[It gets picked up!]
You're a little piece of work, aren't you? [He examines the device a bit. The camera looking down at his shoes and then focuses on his face.]
... Unless I've missed my mark, which incidentally I never do, this device should be recording. In that case, hello there, whoever you are.
[He smiles, but there's an obvious tint of agitation to his voice.]
I bet you think you're quite clever, don't you? Taking me from my ship to your admittedly quite nice--though not nearly as nice as my--mansion. But I'm a very busy man and do so hate wasting my time. I'm afraid if you want me to stay, you'll have to make it worth my while.
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balverineE-Mail: onetrickpinny [at] gmail [dot] com
IM: aim; tabootycall
Character Name: Reaver
Series: Fable
Timeline: Fable III;
Canon Resource Link: Fable (general series) || Fable II || Fable III || Reaver on Fable Wikia
Character Background:
There was once a young man who lived in the village of Oakvale. He was a foolish man. A weak man. A breakable man. He feared growing old and losing his beauty. He feared death, his inevitable demise. He feared death so much that he Hesummoned the Shadow Court into the world to ask them to grant him immortality. Buy he was oblivious to the consequences that would result from his actions. Yes the young man gained eternal youth, but at a high cost. Oakvale was destroyed, consumed in shadows. His friends, his family, his lover were all killed. Everything he knew was destroyed. He felt like a monster for what he'd done, especially at the death of his lover, and it broke him. When he finally regained his composure, he began acting like a monster and took on life anew as Reaver. He had no moral compass and did whatever he damn well pleased. If it felt good, then do it, no matter what it is. And it is this behavior that would shape the Reaver we know and love today.
Reaver soon moved to Bloodstone, a port town near the remains of his home village of Oakvale. With no one to tend for the cursed land, the marshes of Darkwood took over and the region would later become known as Wraithmarsh. It was there that the Shadow Court was located, there where Reaver would bring his sacrifice year after year. He quickly got into and worked his way up in the criminal underworld. He eventually reached the top by killed the biggest crime lord in Bloodstone, taking his manor.
The Bloodstone Fire occurred several years later. As they say, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. A woman Penelope was outraged to find out that Reaver had been cheating on her another woman named Ursula. He was sleeping... with a young man named Andrew at the time of the fire, but woke up in time to escape through the manor's secret passage. Unfortunately, Andrew was a heavy sleeper and died in the fire. After the fire, Reaver "convinced" a builder to drop his project, The Temple of Shadows, and rebuild his manor instead. After being mutilated and having two members of his family, the man agreed to work on it. He did a good job and Reaver shot him for the effort. He moved back in and held a party in celebration, making Penelope and Ursula the guests of honor.
Not only did Reaver take the former crime lord's home but his title as Pirate King as well, making him the closest thing the town had to a mayoral figure. He had total control over Bloodstone's port from which he would run smuggling operations. He and his crew would go out at see for months at a time, capturing ships by shooting the captains, exploring, and other glorious pirate things like plundering and wenches. On one such occasion, the crew came across an island south of Albion. He spent months there, and might have stayed there if not for the "monkey incident". He returned to Albion with such spoils that he had to lighten his load of the heavier items, throwing all nonessential crew members and his new wives overboard.
Right, so fast-forward about 200 years later from the destruction of Oakvale. Reaver was chilling in his manor, having an artist paint him or sculpt him or something, when this stranger of a conditional gender (but for the sake of convenience will be male here), commonly referred to as Sparrow or the Hero of Bowerstone, showed up at his doorstep. He sought help from the Hero of Skill (Reaver) to stop this crazy guy Lord Lucien from creating his "perfect world" via the Tattered Spire. Not wanting to waste time on nobodies, Reaver sends him off and tells him to come back once he's built up his renown. Sparrow does return, and Reaver sent him on an errand. After all, why should he help when the other did nothing for Reaver specifically? So he told Sparrow to go return his seal to the Shadow Court since it was about time for his yearly ritual anyway. While he was gone, Reaver did some snooping around and found out that Sparrow had recently escaped the Spire and Lucien was looking for him. So betraying the Hero a second time, he made a lucrative agreement with Lucien to turn the fugitive over. Unfortunately for Reaver, things did not go quite as planned. Soon after Sparrow returned from the Shadow Court, there was an attack on Bloodstone by Lucien's men. They were looking for both Heroes. He had been betrayed by Lucien in the midst of betraying his companion, and they were forced to escape via Reaver's Rear Passage (yes, that's what it's called). After they fought their way out, and Reaver was forced to join the rest of the Heroes in their quest. Much to his dismay. So they eventually stopped Lucien in the most anti-climactic way ever: with a magic music box and a bullet (potentially from Reaver). Theresa, the blind seer that no one liked showed up right after, claiming the Spire as her own and sending Reaver to the land of Samarkand with the Hero of Will, Garth.
Samarkand never met Reaver's expectations and it was really lame. After starting a shootout in a tavern and possibly killing Garth, he was kicked out of Samarkand and returned to Albion. Sometime in the 50 years between Fable II and III, he wrote an autobiography about his amazing life. The fate and what have you of his pirates is unknown, but previously mentioned, he found a new outlet for his greed. Industry! He started up Reaver Industries, which later hostilely took over Faraday Industries after its founder/owner was imprisoned by the King, and pretty much became the most important industrial leader in Albion. He moved to the high-class region of Millfields, kicking the former gypsies of Bower Lake off his new land. He became indebted to the balverines of Millfields and threw "secret society" parties involving drinking, orgies and entertainment for them every week. Yeah! Within 4 years before the start of Fable III and after taking over Faraday Industries, he was given control over Bowerstone Industrial by and became a a filthy rich, super corrupt slum lord.
And as a corrupt slum lord was how he was reintroduced in Fable III, taking care of disgruntled coworkers and their morale issues with his "Team Spirit Award." By Team Spirit Award, he meant shooting anyone who wasn't working or doing whatever it was that he didn't like.
Some of the Bowerstone Resistance--a group of revolutionaries seeking to overthrow King Logan--tried to sneak into Reaver's mansion in Millfields. They were caught and all but one, Kidd, was killed. Kidd was used as bait to lure out the Resistance leader, Page. And it worked! Page and the Rebel Prince/Princess--the younger brosis of King Logan and the Heroic child of the Hero of Bowerstone--attempted to sneak into Reaver's Mansion as guests to his "secret society party" and free the others, but they were trapped and forced to fight for their lives to entertain Reaver and his guests. They survived and rudely killed all his guests and then Reaver discovered that A) Logan's brosis was in fighting in his mansion and B) that he/she was a Hero. So he asked them if they wanted to go to his room and fuck, but they declined and parted ways for the time being.
After the Hero overthrew Logan, Reaver became the new Ruler's financial advisor of some sort and came up with all these unethical ideas to fill the treasury--necessary to fund an army against an Eldritch Abomination referred to as the Crawler. Regardless of the Ruler's choice; however, Reaver Industries would always benefit. Just before the Crawler's attack, Reaver skedaddled, returning to Wraithmarsh for his yearly routine.
And that's about it, I'm so sorry for the rambling. I really am.
Abilites/Special Powers:
Due to his deal with the Shadow Court, Reaver is blessed with eternal youth. That is, so long as he keeps up the yearly ritual.
Reaver is a Hero of Skill. [In the Fable series, Heroes are extraordinary humans who discipline in Strength (melee combat), Skill (ranged combat), or Will (magic) and in some rare cases, all three. They can survive falls that typically break bones, have increased endurance, stamina, etc. and are capable of feats impossible for normal humans.] That said, he is incredibly adept in ranged combat. The best marksman in Albion--if you don't believe him just ask him. He never misses his target ever and is capable of hitting them even in impossible conditions. He can deflect bullets with with a mere flick of a thin metal cane and generally be a near impossible to kill pain in the ass.
Third-Person Sample:
It was a weekly ritual, these secret society meetings Reaver had gotten himself into. Every Wednesday they would come to his mansion, drink all his alcohol, eat his food, and demand entertainment. That wasn't to say he was bothered by this. Reaver did enjoy a good party, and none could host one better than he! Some might call his entertainment methods unorthodox, but it was all good fun. Nevermind the only thing he enjoyed more than a good party was a good orgy, and if things went as planned, that was usually how they ended. Still. As such powerful mythic creatures, one would assume a little alcohol would be nothing to Balverines. But alas, such was not the case.
Bloody lightweights.
His deep and heavy thoughts on the alcohol tolerance of such creatures were interrupted with a loud BANG!
A gunshot from upstairs; however, was hardly part of the weekly ritual. That is to say, a gunshot from someone other than himself or his ... game participants. Neither Hatch nor any of his other servants were to be seen--no doubt having a party of their own. He decided, as he forced himself away from the dashing young fellow and up the stairs, that they would be punished for such poor work ethic.
Cane in hand and Dragonstomper strapped to his thigh (as always), the Industrialist sauntered into the upstairs dining room, noticing one of the many mansion doors slightly ajar. If he was concerned about an intruder, he certainly didn't show it. He pushed the door away with his cane, allowing more light into the room. Dark eyes scanned back and forth before stopping on a very much dead balverine, sprawled out like a painted not!French girl. Now, what was the point of this secret society if they weren't even keeping their own secrets? And here he hoped they were brighter than that.
"Crashing a man's party and shooting one of his guests? How terribly rude."
First-Person Sample:
[Leather boots can be seen walking across the floor, stopping just in front of the communication device]
My, my... what do we have here.
[It gets picked up!]
You're a little piece of work, aren't you? [He examines the device a bit. The camera looking down at his shoes and then focuses on his face.]
... Unless I've missed my mark, which incidentally I never do, this device should be recording. In that case, hello there, whoever you are.
[He smiles, but there's an obvious tint of agitation to his voice.]
I bet you think you're quite clever, don't you? Taking me from my ship to your admittedly quite nice--though not nearly as nice as my--mansion. But I'm a very busy man and do so hate wasting my time. I'm afraid if you want me to stay, you'll have to make it worth my while.