Rico

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Player: Brutalskars

Character Full Name: Rico Vincari

Character In-Game Name: Rico

Nickname(s): Fiddles, #363

Association(s): The Endeavor, Stormwind

Race: Human, Kul Tiras

Class: Hunter

Age: 43

Sex: Male

Hair: Muddy black

Eyes: Light green

Scale/Height: 1.0/5’11”

Weight: 170 lbs

Skills and Abilities

  • Gladiator – During his time as a slave Rico was put into bloody pit fights and was forced to fight fellow slaves for food and clean water. Rico is proficient with many forms of weaponry and is more than competent with a sharpened piece of wood. Due to this he is riddled with scars, burns and other such marks, he is well adjusted to pain and a good beating.
  • Slippery Bastard – Rico between slavery, running from slavery, being caught again, escaping again; he breaks out of cages and ropes, runs into jungles and desert islands. He is fairly good at covering his tracks, swimming, climbing, and learned these skills being human wild game.
  • Animal Empathy – Rico from his time in arenas fighting animals and being in the wild has led to him realizing his skills with animals, beasts and vermin of many kinds.

Appearance

Usual Garments/Armor: Rico is normally dressed in a loose set of clothes, with sashes and the like tucked around him to conceal bags and pouches.

Other: From time to time one could see Rico in all manner of leather, chain, scale, nearly naked, with guns, swords, axes; he is a survivalist and takes what he can get.

Personality

Rico is fast thinking, fast acting, fast moving and in most cases puts himself at the top of the list of priorities. He is a survivalist; he is selfish and aloof, even attempting to be charming at times. The charm comes from the fact that Rico at heart is a social butterfly and at one point could have been easily called a caring young man.

After his time in chains and in the wild however, Rico has guarded himself to personal relationships; preferring the social life to be there but at arm’s length.

However the fun and smiling falls short when things get serious; Rico has gone through too much in his life to let something stop him now and kill him. He thinks about his survival first and foremost at the present, his freedom and his livelihood.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

History

Rico Vincari, son of the late couple Eduardo and Tessa Vincari; he was about nine years old when his parents were taken from him in a vicious storm that rocked the port city his family once lived within on the southern coast of Boralus. He was found not shortly after the storm by his uncle Flavio Vincari, who had just arrived after the storm upon his trading vessel. Flavio not long afterward would have to leave on another long journey across the seas; he was a merchant and freight hauler for the nation of Kul Tiras. Rico was young and Flavio between being unable to find many potential friends and family to take care of Rico decided to bring Rico with him upon his vessel, which was promptly named ‘The Briny Beggar’.

Rico would take the role as the cabin boy and assistant to Flavio as they made their journey between islands and coasts all around the Eastern Kingdoms. Thus they were off, Rico blotted out the past by focusing on the journey. About three years passed, Rico was twelve years old. (At this point the Dark Portal opens in southern Azeroth).

The dead of night in a port town on an island somewhere in the southern portion of Kul Tiras’ domain; slavers struck and through the struggle Rico was taken into the brig of a large ship; and then to the South Seas. Twelve years old, now a slave boy, Rico’s name did not matter he was given a number. That number, at that time was painted on his forehead, #363. He was told to be quiet and pushed by some large gnoll along a line of slaves to be presented in a room. After a swift auction he was put to work, by some act of the Light, as just a servant boy at some island plantation in the South Seas. However, Rico after some time still did not realize how lucky he was to just be a servant… That is when he tried to escape for the first time several months after being purchased by the plantation's owners.

Thirteen hours later Rico was apprehended by the plantation owners. Through the use of a pack of dogs to track him and scare him into not running any further. The angered owners came upon Rico aggressively and knocked him over the head with the butt of a pistol. Following this, Rico was lashed ten times and then put to work on the plantation proper as punishment. Six months later, Rico attempted to escape again and he was met with similar results. However, by some stroke of fate, the plantation owners decided to sell him instead of killing him.

The next place to receive Rico Vincari was a vessel that specialized in hauling dogs, wolves, and gnolls of all kinds from place to place. After that he was at a banana plantation, then a diamond mine, and then another cotton plantation. It had been a few years; Rico was seventeen years old and was considered in prime condition to be sold to another owner. Rico "#363" Vincari was scrubbed clean; hair was cut short and was pressed into a line of slaves to be examined by pirates that were into the business of selling gladiators.

Rico was taken as a filler, a slave that would die in a show act in some port city against some people’s favorite pit fighter. It was a quiet haul there in the cargo of that ship. Everyone was quiet and many were blank faced, some nearly crying. They all were processing it, they were being sent to their deaths.

Rico arrived at the city and was taken to the pits under the arena to be measured, beaten, armed and then thoroughly intimidated. He was assuredly placed with six other slaves to be sent at the final act of the arena that day. Something clicked in his head though as he was silently enduring it all, -this won’t kill me-.

The final act, Rico and the others were standing in a small tunnel as they looked into the sandy arena. Inside the arena stood upon the blood stained sand a pair of men wearing identical equipment with swords and shields in hand. The gate opened and they were ushered out into the lime light that was the glorified execution.

One slave after another dropped, they were not fighters, Rico and one man managed to hamstring one of the men though. The crowd was on their toes as Rico desperately smashed the gladiator’s helmet with the shield the man once held. As Rico was finishing that one off, the other slave tried to fend off the second gladiator.

It was not but a moment after Rico finished smashing the first man’s head he heard the other gladiator bearing down on him with a sword aimed at the throat. Rico hardly managed to push back and ducked under the blade, he tackled the gladiator down and they rolled about into the sand for what seemed like hours. The bets were rising by the second on each of the men. Once Rico pinned the gladiator and pushed the sword under his ribs, did the ordeal end?

It was far from over.

Fight after fight, owner after owner, and escape attempt after attempt. Rico finally was in a cell under an arena at Plunder Isle over twenty years later. Twenty grueling years of wrestling with tigers, fighting gnolls and murlocs with sharpened sticks and silverware, being subject to manhunts and torture… Rico was in a cell waiting for the next match, waiting for his next chance to escape hell.

That chance came only because of a mass riot in the city he was waiting in. Some woman broke in during the brawl and knocked the guard out cold before unlocking the cell doors for all those inside. Rico moved into the city, a torn up shirt being the only thing covering the tattoo of #363 on his back. Conveniently a ship, known as The Endeavor was preparing to leave the island due to the riot. Rico signed on as a member of the crew and for the past two years has been with the ship on its adventures.