Milvago Mocinno

User: Makiyivka
Campaign: Sub-Men Rising
Race: Gryph
Gender: Male
Class/Level: Gao Sea Rogue/1
6'11", ~225 lbs.
Brilliant red plumage with yellow highlights. Rather small for a gryph, though still lean and somewhat muscular.
A gryph of Gao-Din, now there's an uncommon sight. There's only a small handful of gryph families left now, but we're pretty easy to find if you're looking. In the five hundred years since Gao-Din became more than an out-of-the-way prison colony, a small number of windships have found their way to the island, mostly smaller windskiffs or riggers. And ever since the first of this air ships docked, it's been a sure bet that you'll find members of the gryph families crewing them.

Now, my family, the Mocinnos, we've been working the windships for generations. My father, Linnaeus, he's a lookout and ship maintainer. He can't deal with the levitationals, but the rest of the ship is his playground. My mother, Caracara, is the pilot of the The Purple Moon. They met aboard the Mangars' Bane many years ago. My siblings and I were hatched in a eyrie on the southeastern cliffs of Gao-Din. My parents told us stories of a time when there were hundreds, or even thousands of such eyries on the cliffs, but the count only runs up into the dozens now.

My eldest sibling, Salvini, loved action and fighting, and studied to become a duelist. Flashy and larger-than-life, he was well suited to the life of a swashbuckler. Fusca, my sister, prefered to be showy in a rather different fashion, and learned the finer points of ledgerdemain, pocket-picking, and other sorts of fine thieving skills. Me, I preferred to be seen by my target as little as possible, and as such ended up as the sneakiest of my siblings.

Early in my life, I grew my circle of friends quite large, though I spent the most time with Lysh, an Arimite kid slightly older than me. The two of us, along with whatever group of kids we could round up, would spend a week or two out in the swamps and marshes of Mog whenever our parents embarked on longer raids. There we learned to hunt and forage on our own. We would inevitably return to Gao-Din bruised and often somewhat hungry, but we were proud of surviving what, at the time, seemed like forever in the wilderness. In my later childhood, when I was eight or nine, our little trips to Mog often ended up in mock raids on the Mogroth huts in the area. While I was on the brink of adulthood, my peers were still considered children, both physically and mentally, and as such, we posed very little actual threat to the inhabitants or their minor treasures.

Beyond my parents, the most prominent adult in my life during childhood was one Draor Morum, a Kasmiran living in Gao-Din. He trained up more of my peers than I can remember; he kept calling it a 'long-term investment,' though he has yet to explain what that means. Either way, he was largely responsible for my more covert training, as well as my introduction to a little of the history of our world. Most importantly, he taught me that this world is littered with hundreds, perhaps even thousands of years worth of wealth and treasure, just waiting for someone to come and claim it.

So here we are now. I'm 11 years old and officially an adult, ready to go make my mark on the world. I aim to head off to the Seven Kingdoms for a bit to gain a bit of experience in a city outside of Gao-Din.