Post by Victor Tremayne on Oct 9, 2015 8:28:09 GMT
he ruled the rich and poor alike with both fear and love
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Victor Treymane was the leader of the Tremayme Syndicate. The largest crime syndicate in Kirkwall. They ran the city. Not through policy like the Viscount but through the love and fear that his name afforded. They ran the ports and had ears and fists in the city guard. The Viscount hated Treymane with a passion but he was arming the Viscount's army and Templars with arms and Lyrium. It was an effective set up as far as his men were concerned. Hawke paid Tremayne and Tremayne made sure he was armed and armoured with the best gear along with Starkhaven they had a well armed army and Tremayne was ensured once the Free Marches was unified he would have land and a title.
"Trista, Love. Get your cute little ass in here. I have to talk to you about something." He yelled out. His dagger was in the table, It was a beautifully ornate dagger that was a show of power and influence in Kirkwall. Victor had bought half of the tavern's in Kirkwall but the Hanged Man was his main base of operations. Victor was a handsome man of almost 20 and yet at his age he run Kirkwall and had more respect than almost anybody in Kirkwall. They loved his protection but feared his wroth when hey angered him. If any one moved in on his assets they were usually arrested by the guards quickly or found hanging from the giant chains with smiles carved into their faces. "Do I have to fucking slit some bastards throat? GET ME FUCKING TRISTA!" He said to the boy standing at the door. "If she's not here in ten minitues I will see you back in that gutter you were begging for coin!" Victor could very quickly get angry but he did care. He wasn't completely void of emotion. He cared for the small folk and the rich. He just demanded that they love him in return. He valued justice but knew where to draw the line between making a deal and breaking one. He would sell his own mother if it meant he became a lot richer but he didn't have a mother to sell.
"Trista, Love. Get your cute little ass in here. I have to talk to you about something." He yelled out. His dagger was in the table, It was a beautifully ornate dagger that was a show of power and influence in Kirkwall. Victor had bought half of the tavern's in Kirkwall but the Hanged Man was his main base of operations. Victor was a handsome man of almost 20 and yet at his age he run Kirkwall and had more respect than almost anybody in Kirkwall. They loved his protection but feared his wroth when hey angered him. If any one moved in on his assets they were usually arrested by the guards quickly or found hanging from the giant chains with smiles carved into their faces. "Do I have to fucking slit some bastards throat? GET ME FUCKING TRISTA!" He said to the boy standing at the door. "If she's not here in ten minitues I will see you back in that gutter you were begging for coin!" Victor could very quickly get angry but he did care. He wasn't completely void of emotion. He cared for the small folk and the rich. He just demanded that they love him in return. He valued justice but knew where to draw the line between making a deal and breaking one. He would sell his own mother if it meant he became a lot richer but he didn't have a mother to sell.
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