character :: Felipe Jimentos
Felipe is the type of man you’d want in your corner should the battle get too fierce or the night a little too crazy. Born and raised a Viajístrón, Felipe trained alongside his brothers as a travelling warrior – the most respected position one can earn himself in this Cuadrilla – and his years of service earned him high acclaim. He was one of the biggest, strongest, most fearsome opponents any thief or kidnapper could pray not to stumble upon when trying to raid his encampment, equaled only by his dearest friend Francisco.
Oh, Francisco and Felipe are inseparable. For every time Felipe found himself surrounded by Atlaca with spears drawn at his neck, Francisco was there to break some bones. And in return, when Francisco found himself in some hot water after being gagged and bound by a travelling group of Kènat'tout, Felipe was able to smuggle him out of the slave’s quarters that very night. The drunken tales of valor could continue all night if you’d listen – and you’d do well to – and there’s nothing like an old warrior recounting his glory days.
all got just a few
days here, right?
Let's make them good!
But, glory days are just that. Every warrior faces an opponent that gets him eventually, such is the way; but Felipe got lucky: he lost only his leg after a fearsome battle with some Ek' Xtaadia looking for a human sacrifice or two. He made it out alive, dragged to the Viajístrón healers by Francisco; but Felipe was cursed to never battle again.
At first, things looked understandably bleak. He spent some time with the other esteemed retired warriors, but the idea of watching his ass grow attached to his chair while he drunkenly compared battle scars wasn’t very appealing to him. Instead, Felipe floated around camp, looking for holes in employment left by death (or worse, marriage!). Eventually, just around the time he got himself his hand-carved prosthetic (thanks to Francisco again, but that’s another story mijo) Felipe found a position usually reserved for non-warring men or women of low stature. One of the Niñera had passed away of frostbite earlier that year – so the position hadn’t been filled yet. And, in the Viajístrón where children are raised by a group of Niñera and not a biological family – nothing could be more harmful to the little ones than being thrown into the world to wander while the adults lived their lives.
Francisco gives Felipe hell for his new job, but it suits him well. There’s nothing like a couple dozen little ears to hear a fantastic battle tale – and they sure as hell keep him busy. The mountain of a man that could easily overpower three warriors even in his altered state now holds little hands with all the care and love of a mother dienado to her cubs. And now that Francisco finds himself speared down with a woman, children are bound to come; looks like Felipe will finally get a chance to have one over on his buddy here.