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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001 time: 23:23
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They call me Senator Hamilcar History-Guy of the History-Guy family. I am a Pre-Renaissance Renaissance man. I live in a rather large villa overlooking the water, where I grow grapes, which I sell for exorbitant prices to wine makers to bottle Hamilcar's Last Wine of the Summer, which sells in a multitude of foreign ports. I consider myself as incredibly patriotic as possible, and have fought in many wars in the position of Major General before civilization even began. I am also a history, working on a biography of Admiral Hanno, and my flunky slave, the fat, greasy Gastronome Neecap, constantly follows me around. I also have large amounts of cheese in my vast underground sellers, and I have the constant habit of forgetting to take only one bath per day. How tarsome.
An excerpt from the “Carthaginian History Travel Brochure for 4000 BC”:
"The large History-Guy family has it’s origins in the ancient city of Tyre, from which we Carthaginians fled, and we have traced back our lineage to one Disgustus History-Guy, a mule-skinner, and the first History-Guy. He founded the dynasty by making a commercial empire for his mule skins, and despite his assassination by the jealous mule-skinning Hasdrubal Hatfield family, the History-Guy family became an important one commercially in early Carthage. However, in the dark times of pre-history, the family lost all prominence in a bitter feud between the History-Guys and the Hatfields, which ended in the total destruction of the Hatfield clan at the 4th Battle of the Byrsa on September 4, 2109 BC. Emerging from that conflict was Asbrudal History-Guy, who abolished the private army of the History-Guys soon afterward, and started to attempt to rebuild the family’s social prominence to what it is today, and though the mule trade is no longer important, the History-Guys, headed now by Senator Hamilcar History-Guy, are back as one of Carthage’s many important clans. As well as having some political power, they also have economic powers, with a hand in the glass-trade, the lead trade, the dye trade, and even now in the lumber trade, with a small holding in the Atlas Mountains."
Last edited by History Guy on 12-11-2002 at 02:46
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dejon
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This is a placeholder for my character. I'll work on both Carthaginian and Spanish bios and post once the civ is finalized.
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mrmitchell
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I am Carthalo Mitchell
I am not so filthy rich or powerful as the other clans in the tribe, but I do lead the Mitchell clan through hard work. I hope to advance the tribe as a whole, starting with my called-radical ideas of not solely eating buffalo meat...after Baal brought us to this land, I have noticed the numbers of buffalo falling. Maybe we could start to grow plants en masse, and just maybe use a system of transporting water over long distances to give the fruit of the earth its water. As for myself, I make a living growing this thing called "maize" and selling it to the other members of the tribe. They seem to be liking it, and I am growing richer by the sale. Maybe I can teach them to plant it and other foods, and make it grow. I can imagine it now, an entire squadron of workers, say, civil servants, working for the "irrigation" of the land. (Am I hinting, Togas, that I wish to control the workers?) However, I do not wish to enter the beast that consumes everything in its path, tribal politics.
GO CARTHAGE!
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DAVOUT
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AUERSTADT
Jun 2002 time: 05:23
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I am Hastragal Giscar. The Giscar family is as old as the tribe, and it is the only reason why the tribe let us on the leaf-where-all-family-totems-are-drawn (it is a Carthaginian word meaning roster), because we have never done anything really useful for the community, nor have any particular talent which could be necessary in the future. But who knows ? Nevertheless, as I wanted that my family makes honestly a living, I tried to find a way to be useful to our beloved Tyrant, and I discovered that he had a lot of problems in keeping track of his live-stock. When you have three goats and one horse, it is quite easy, but a serious Tyrant has many, many of each, and he wants to know how many have been stolen, have died, or have simply been eaten by hungry neighbours when he was in business trip. The magnitude of the difficulty will appear when you will know the live-stock includes :
- the horses
- the camels
- the goats
- the slaves
- the children
- the wives
In the day to day life of the tribe, when you are asked What do you have? Or What do you want?, you answer one, a pair (also a couple is said in the suburbs), a brelan (a friend of mine developed a game using the Carthaginian vocabulary), a few (which means more than a brelan and less than the fingers of two hands), many (which means more than a few), plenty (more than many), or a loooooot (more than plenty). I intend to make all that more precise and reliable thanks to my I.B.M. (Inventory Balancing Manoeuvres) apparatus consisting of a line of a looooot of men extending their arms, hands and fingers; I have just to fold the first finger of the first man when the first item of inventory leaves the stable, and so on; after the last item, I am in front of the man I have just folded a finger, and I paint on his forehead (for the horses, left cheek for the camels, etc) as many lines as he has fingers folded. When the horses come back, I do the same, and I am able to immediately see if one or more are missing : this apparatus has memory built in ! I have strong hopes that our beloved Tyrant will appreciate such a breakthrough.
Last edited by DAVOUT on 11-11-2002 at 00:50
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001 time: 23:23
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If we play Spain, and I highly doubt we will:
Hernan de History Guy Calamari:
I was born in Madrid, and went into the family business, which is primarily the squid trade. Ah yes, the squid trade, open seas, squids, the gulls, etc. Squids are important to all Spanish people as food, sources of ink, and very loving pets. In fact, my nickname is 'the Squid'. Despite being generally disliked by many of the higher class members of the Spanish empire, I do have some small political powers, mainly due to my deceased father, Don Calamari, who was the mayor of Madrid very briefly before he was exiled into the squid trade. I am rather rich now, of course, with my squid business doing so well, and have been known to curry favor with local politicians with gold or squid meat.
Last edited by History Guy on 11-11-2002 at 07:58
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Ninot
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Centre Bell
Nov 2001 time: 00:23
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quote: Originally posted by History Guy
If we play Spain, and I highly doubt we will:
Hernan de History Guy Calamari:
Former squid salesman, conquistador, man of letters, historian, speech writer, harbor defense commander, and now a Duke. I am also an avid sportsmen...hunting game, playing polo, chess, and I am the greatest midget tosser in all Spain. They call me 'The Squid' for obvious reasons, and I am well known as a playwright, and despite the fact that all my work is ghastly rubbish, everyone praises it. |
This raised a question to my mind
why must anyone feel so powerful, well liked, and experienced?
Cant ya settle for something humble?
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ThePlagueRat
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Insert banana to play...
May 2002 time: 06:23
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(I gotta change the name if we are not being Spanish)
Plutiin Plagiatum Perilius
As a kid, Plutiin was experimenting with all kinds of stuff he found dangerous. Because of this other kids feared him and he got no friends. He played all kinds of dirty tricks on them, and they sometimes got hurt by acid or dozens of rock projectiles...
As he grew bigger he had to do military service. He thought the other warriors were stupid and used primitive weapons.
He liked flames and lightning, and wished he could cast such things upon others.
One day he fell in love with a girl from another clan,
Dolorosa Gravida Colossa. The Gravidas were a rich and powerful clan. The Plagiatum clan had a bad reputation and deserved no right to live, so her clan would surely kill Plutiinand perhaps other Plagiates if he got involved with her...
The young girl liked Plutiin because he was so curious and inventive. She didn't see the dark spot in his mind, though. Creating a machinery of death and destruction was one of his long nearly forgotten dreams. He wanted to raise his dead ancestor, curse his opponents, and so on.
He did not speak of it to anyone, but instead gave Dolorosa flowers and a kitten. And then they kissed. 
Dolorosa melted, and she ran away with him for a year...
(perhaps she is pregnant now?)
But now Plutiin is back and wearing a black robe and a thick beard... 
Last edited by ThePlagueRat on 18-11-2002 at 22:15
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