Post by Tismri on May 17, 2010 12:29:49 GMT -5
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Ashod
Character's age: 21
Character's attitude: Ashod is quiet, reserved, and undyingly loyal to his tribe. He is generally kind and considerate of others, though he is not above friendly competition. Despite some mild abuse when he was young, Ashod cares very deeply about his father. He knows that his father was acting mostly out of grief and has tried to take care of him. He also follows his father's wishes, even if they are ridiculous, such as declining to receive facial tattoos as of yet because his father disapproves of such young members begin ranked so highly.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance:
Ashod has short reddish orange hair and amber-gold eyes. He wears tribal clothing, though he tends to wear longer sleeves. He has tattoos on his right arm, some of his chest, and up his neck. He could have more, but has declined for his father's sake.
Character's allegiance: Ayati (neutral)
Weapons: Mostly Ayati-style knives. He also weilds a katana he'd traded for several years ago, and is quite proficient with it.
Other Info: His little brother was kidnapped by slavers many years ago. He was a rival of Kunin's before the latter's banishment.
History: Ashod was born to two of the Ayati's finest leaders. He was the firstborn of two sons and they were both loved greatly, doted upon constantly. But one night when he was six years old, his three year old brother, Maru, was kidnapped by slavers. Ashod had viciously tried to protect him, butwas nearly taken himself in the process.
After learning that their son was taken, both of Ashod's parents became grief-stricken. His mother soon died of sorrow, and after that his father slowly sank down into a mild insanity. Ashod watched as his life slowly crumbled around him. His father would strike him if he did the slightest thing wrong, his friends pitied him, and for a time he felt completely unloved. But despite that, he chose not to lose heart. He trained, mostly in stealth, and competed with others. He earned many markings and tried to make his father proud. But when one day he heard his father muttering about how such young people shouldn't be given their tattoos so easily, he saw that his father wasn't approving of his quick rise through the ranks. As such, even though he has been offered many more tattoos, even facial ones, he has declined most of them and remains at a fairly low rank.
Role Play Sample: Ashod took a drink from the waterskin, breathing hard. He had finished his training in stealth for today--though he hardly needed any more--and was now teaching himself how to use his sword. Very few of the other Ayati had one, generally preferring the shorter knives they had traditionally used. He also used these, and worked at using them fairly often. But the sword was something unique, and also useful.
"Ashod, my boy," he heard his father call. Ashod closed his eyes, willing himself patience. He loved his father, true, but he wished he could have some time to himself. But he would always be there for the old man, despite the way he once treated him. He was all his father had.
"Yes, Father," he responded, sheathing his katana and coming to his father's side.
Character's name: Ashod
Character's age: 21
Character's attitude: Ashod is quiet, reserved, and undyingly loyal to his tribe. He is generally kind and considerate of others, though he is not above friendly competition. Despite some mild abuse when he was young, Ashod cares very deeply about his father. He knows that his father was acting mostly out of grief and has tried to take care of him. He also follows his father's wishes, even if they are ridiculous, such as declining to receive facial tattoos as of yet because his father disapproves of such young members begin ranked so highly.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance:
Ashod has short reddish orange hair and amber-gold eyes. He wears tribal clothing, though he tends to wear longer sleeves. He has tattoos on his right arm, some of his chest, and up his neck. He could have more, but has declined for his father's sake.
Character's allegiance: Ayati (neutral)
Weapons: Mostly Ayati-style knives. He also weilds a katana he'd traded for several years ago, and is quite proficient with it.
Other Info: His little brother was kidnapped by slavers many years ago. He was a rival of Kunin's before the latter's banishment.
History: Ashod was born to two of the Ayati's finest leaders. He was the firstborn of two sons and they were both loved greatly, doted upon constantly. But one night when he was six years old, his three year old brother, Maru, was kidnapped by slavers. Ashod had viciously tried to protect him, butwas nearly taken himself in the process.
After learning that their son was taken, both of Ashod's parents became grief-stricken. His mother soon died of sorrow, and after that his father slowly sank down into a mild insanity. Ashod watched as his life slowly crumbled around him. His father would strike him if he did the slightest thing wrong, his friends pitied him, and for a time he felt completely unloved. But despite that, he chose not to lose heart. He trained, mostly in stealth, and competed with others. He earned many markings and tried to make his father proud. But when one day he heard his father muttering about how such young people shouldn't be given their tattoos so easily, he saw that his father wasn't approving of his quick rise through the ranks. As such, even though he has been offered many more tattoos, even facial ones, he has declined most of them and remains at a fairly low rank.
Role Play Sample: Ashod took a drink from the waterskin, breathing hard. He had finished his training in stealth for today--though he hardly needed any more--and was now teaching himself how to use his sword. Very few of the other Ayati had one, generally preferring the shorter knives they had traditionally used. He also used these, and worked at using them fairly often. But the sword was something unique, and also useful.
"Ashod, my boy," he heard his father call. Ashod closed his eyes, willing himself patience. He loved his father, true, but he wished he could have some time to himself. But he would always be there for the old man, despite the way he once treated him. He was all his father had.
"Yes, Father," he responded, sheathing his katana and coming to his father's side.
