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Naturally, I didn't age a single day. And I discovered I love travelling around the world. Oh, I still remember the early 19th century, when I served on the Beagle during Darwin' | Naturally, I didn't age a single day. And I discovered I love travelling around the world. Oh, I still remember the early 19th century, when I served on the Beagle during Darwin' | ||
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+ | I was born sometime in the late 1280s in one of the eastern comitates (shires) of Hungary. Recollecting memories from the times before my first ever Eternal regeneration is hard. Some documents from the monastery I grew up in date my probable time of birth as in or around AD 1287. My benefactors from the Hospitaller monastery brought me up since my earliest childhood, when I was a helpless semi-foundling brought to the monastery and order station by two young, unknown parents. This backwater base of the order of the Knights of Saint John became, for better or worse, my new home and new family until I reached adolescence. I gained a basic education and training in close combat, including a decent amount of fencing and spearfighting. When I grew older and more understanding, | ||
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+ | I don't remember where and when I decided to leave the order for good, but I did so at some point in the late 1310s. It was not the best of times for the realm. The House of Árpád had died out unceremoniously by the end of the previous century and the country was up for grabs by foreign heirs to the throne, however distant a claim they might have had. In the first decade of this new century, the country gradually fell into what was effectively a civil war, with several of the wealthiest magnate families creating their own small kingdoms-within-a-kingdom in all but name. | ||
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+ | Despite their alliances, they were all vying for the royal throne - or at least for an heir to it that would be a gullible enough puppet ruler, fully under the influence of the mightiest houses. Though the first two pretenders to the throne had failed rather miserably and became brief episodes in this two decades long struggle, the Anjou one that came from Naples - still a young boy, younger than me - would have none of that meddling of the magnates. Whether it was by good or ill fortune, I left the monastery and entered the wider world at a time when a new, open escalation of this, this... game of thrones... was due to escalate with all of its loud glory and all of its violent horror... | ||
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+ | As a Hospitaller in training, I was rather sheltered from the goings on of the outside world. When I overheard talks about petty, earthly politics, and occassionally learned a thing or two about them, it was often only years later that I had learned of the true scope of those trying times. And into this world I was headed, into this increasingly unstable land I had thrust myself into... with no fear... Initially. | ||
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+ | The details of my escape ellude me, it was so long ago. What I do remember is taking a decent, but light enough kit with me, and that I had stolen one of the better palfreys we had. 'Thou shall not steal' I honour and have always honoured, but, as they often say, 'Even the greatest saints sin seven times a day'. I travelled the world, making a living by doing menial jobs at people who took pity on me, or even by occassionally defending unarmed travellers from possible threats that awaited them along the road. I gradually accustomed to the harsh realities and beauties of everyday life, I made love with a tavern wench here and there, ran into the usual troubles and usual good luck... | ||
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+ | One day, I underestimated my lone travels on a road through a region troubled by raids and mounting poverty. I had gotten ambushed by robbers and bandits before, but this time, I made a few serious mistakes that made me easy prey for a certain local band. I defended myself as best as I could, but I was already rather tired and the mob had simply overpowered me. They beat me to death and stabbed me several times for good measure. As my consciousness was slipping away, I tried to muster up the last traces of willpower to utter a single, brief, silent prayer... This was it. This was the end. I would fall prey to the desperate prey of wars, bad seasons, poverty and bad decisions. The vicious circle continued, but my heavenly award for this wretched life in the imperfect material world hopefully awaited me. Just as I was taught from childhood. I confess, while I was terrified, alone, my body being robbed of valuables and dying fast, I was somewhat calm and even joyous, hoping for the best, hoping I'd enter the fold of souls guarded by the Father and Son and all their heavenly helpers. As I hoped for this and my mind burnt out like an old tallow candle in a monastery chamber, the darkness engulfed me. | ||
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+ | I remember little of what followed after I drew my last desperate, tortured breath. Even as I try to dig deeper into the farthest nooks and cranies of my mind and memory, I only find brief flashes, tiny little fragments and shards of visions. Visions, dreams, nightmares, a cornucopia of ominous as well as reassuring weirdness and... what seemed like prothetic visions of things to come in my life... Split-second glimpses of peoples and cities and worlds and technologies and art yet to come, yet to be seen... by me ! | ||
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+ | This being my first ever death and first ever regeneration, | ||
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+ | Later that year, I accidentally tripped in a forest in the mountains. Fatal mistake, but also a lucky mistake. I kept rolling down the slope, hitting trees and bushes and the occassional rock outcropping, | ||
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+ | And though my last ever feeling before I entered that darkness was that some of my limbs had apparently broken off and that my skeleton was shattered to a pulp, I... I eventually woke up ! Again, I was rather dizzy and disoriented, | ||
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+ | Nervous and scared for days after that, I decided to do a minor... experiment. Suicide is sinful, I was taught (and even today, I think it's not a good or honourable way to go, whether sinful or not). But I had to test this... I impaled myself on my own sword. I waited until I bled out and lost consciousness again. I woke up, the sword next to me, as if pulled out of me by an unseen person or force... Still bloody. But my body... without wounds, as healthy as ever ! | ||
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+ | And thus, my life began to change... I learned to live with my gift, and decided to use it to my advantage. But to never misuse it... And, for a time, I adopted a pseudonym. I adopted a name known in English as ' | ||
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+ | I'm only cca 730 years old, but they always regrew when I lost them (and fairly quickly at that). And believe me, I lost quite a few of them, particularly during my involvement in the Hussite wars back in the 15th century. More than I could count... In one case, I lost all of them at once - kind of predictable when they amputate your entire mandible with a morgenstern on the battlefield... | ||
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On a more serious note : There was one really weird indicia I had all these years, all these centuries... about not being completely unique. | On a more serious note : There was one really weird indicia I had all these years, all these centuries... about not being completely unique. | ||
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Well, you could search if she's employed by the Trust, but I don't think you'll be all that succesful. She and her family really could have been just a bunch of much older Eternals who made up their whole background and kept erasing all of their more suspicious traces in case they felt threatened. | Well, you could search if she's employed by the Trust, but I don't think you'll be all that succesful. She and her family really could have been just a bunch of much older Eternals who made up their whole background and kept erasing all of their more suspicious traces in case they felt threatened. | ||
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__[[Garrick Porter|Garrick]]: | __[[Garrick Porter|Garrick]]: | ||
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Suffice to say though I have worked with and supplied funding to the trust for many years now, I have my hands in many pockets, and I think the police would be very interested if they found out half of what I know of the running of many crime families. | Suffice to say though I have worked with and supplied funding to the trust for many years now, I have my hands in many pockets, and I think the police would be very interested if they found out half of what I know of the running of many crime families. | ||
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(//the Eternals are discussing their past motor vehicles, he joins in//) | (//the Eternals are discussing their past motor vehicles, he joins in//) | ||
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As for cars... | As for cars... | ||
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Oh, one more thing... | Oh, one more thing... | ||
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And contrary to popular belief of some Jane Austen fans, his friendship with Jane did not influence the portrayal of any of the male characters in her works. | And contrary to popular belief of some Jane Austen fans, his friendship with Jane did not influence the portrayal of any of the male characters in her works. | ||
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==== See Also ==== | ==== See Also ==== | ||
- | **[[Autobiographies of Eternals|Eternal Autobiography Interviews | + | **[[The Trust]]** |
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+ | ==== Navigation ==== | ||
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+ | **[[Autobiographies of Eternals|Eternal Autobiography Interviews]]** | ||
**[[AH.com Eternals]]** | **[[AH.com Eternals]]** | ||
- | **[[The Trust]]** |
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