The Hulk

The Hulk

Name:	Spartan von Spier
Ship:	Mercenary
Rank:	None

Guilds

The Galley

Biography

The night I was born was the last moment of peace that I had. I came into this world of chaos kicking and screaming. I was left with Monks because that was the last little bit of love my mother had for me. The monk that was assigned to care for me soon after was moved to Rome and the Vatican City became my stomping ground. I was taught soon as I was able to learn to read about history lessons and the history of the church. When the monks where not looking I was reading about tactics and warfare. Soon after while having to play valet to the Brothers they were attacked outside of a cathedral. The monk who was my caretaker was killed in the fighting. When the fighting started I hid and when the fighting concluded I was the only one left alive. The monks would not take me back in because I was a bastard child and in Rome it is frowned upon. So I became an urchin on the street at a very young age. Because of my being educated within the history of the church and the history of Rome I had learned all of the best places to hide. I was able to create defensible locations where I could hide and was able to steal to be able to eat. Until the day everything went south.

On that day while tracking my mark back to his residence maybe by sheer happen stance or possibly divine intervention my mark was attacked. He was a dark brooding character with his hood up; but a good mark because I knew he had gold in his purse. For some reason when he was attacked something came over me. With no weapon in hand I entered the fray because he was outnumbered 4 to 1. Being of a small stature I didn't think I just charged. Well as you may have guessed I did survive; but I was knocked cold by the first hit. I would like to think I went down swinging and got some good licks in but I think I was backhanded as an annoyance. When I came to I was sitting in a residence with my mark watching over me. He asked me what my name was and at first I didn't understand until he spoke to me in Latin. I explained that I had no name and that I was raised by a monk. He explained that he would just call me Molon with my full name being Molon Labe because that was the last thing he heard from my squeaky battle cry. He had not known that he was being followed until I entered the fray. I had unwittingly entered into a battle between Templars and Assassin's in search for the Apple of Eden. His name was Edward Kenway and I was to become his Cabin Boy to get me out of Rome.

I traveled for a time with Captain Kenway and in the early mornings he would make me learn skills with weapons and how to maneuver the ship. It was a physical struggle and eventually through the years I became strong enough to be an able body seaman and became stealthy enough to be considered to be mentored in other skills to become an Assassin. I had also become a World Traveler and learned of the one safe Harbour where I could always take refuge and the Harbourmaster would always protect me was in Amsterdam. I soon parted ways with Captain Kenway to become the apprentice to Aveline de Granpre to complete my Assassin training. It was from Tortuga to New Orleans for me and I became even stronger because Madam Granpre was a taskmaster. I could run the city without being seen and eventually was able to be sent to France to be awarded the title of Assassin from the Grandmaster. I was tasked to compete against Arno Dorian physically, mentally, and tactically. Neither one of us knows who won or who lost but the two of us were capable of putting on a show. Right after things concluded I was put aboard the Dorada to sail back to Madam Granpre. Jean Lafitte was on board and saw before it happened that the country was on the verge of a revolution. He handed me a gift from Madam Grapre with a note in side. She explained to me that I needed to find a safe harbor and be on the lookout for worthy souls. I needed to carry on my lineage and my training. The present was my hood of Assassin Make and two daggers. Use them with honor and defend those that are unable to be defended.

I asked the Captain to redirect the ship to Amsterdam and released them from their service. It was later that I found out upon the day of my graduation that Madam Granpre had passed away from wounds inflected by the Templars. I walked around aimlessly in the city of Amsterdam with a little gold to my name trying to live and uphold the values that I was taught. It was the following day after learning the death of my mentor that I was following a group of Dock Workers who were heading in my general direction of travel. Something about the way they carried themselves without a care in the world intrigued me. Then I started to smell this most delicious aroma from the Harbour of all places. Then I remembered Captain Kenway's words of the one safe harbor for me was in Amsterdam. Then it struck me he literally meant the Harbour so I walked into the building with the sign stating the Harbour. Upon entering the Harbour I was introduced to wonderful smells, visually appealing tasty treats, and laughter. Harbourmaster Jettie walked over to me with a questioning eye and asked me questions. Questions only she would be able to ask and she got me to talk. I told her about my trials and tribulations over sordid drinks and at the end of the conversation she stated "Welcome Home. Let us see what the world traveler looks like with his new present. " Harbourmaster Jettie acted as if there was something she knew that I did not. I put the hood on and from then forward was known as Spartan. Now I hide in the shadows and defend the weak and disenfranchised. I am not a white knight in shining armor sometimes you have to be willing to play in the dark to bring out the light. Soon after being accepted on the Harbour a new Harbourmaster came in and true to his word the new Harbourmaster protects me as much as the old.

Formerly Known As

The Hulk
Maelstrom