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| Yohaje Draom- Male -Tainted Candidate | |
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| Chirpadee | Feb 2 2015, 07:11 PM Post #1 |
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Character Number: 11th Name: Yohaje Draom Age: 20 Gender: Male Sexuality: Seems heterosexual, but he really isn’t looking. Appearance: Yohaje is massive by normal standards. He stands 6’5” and is broad enough he takes up the space of two people. He has a slight limp when he walks, an injury sustained long ago but it certainly adds to the intimidation factor of the large man. His appearance could be called wild. His hair is cropped short to his head but his face constantly bears a short black scragle that is wishes it could become a beard. With his age it is not impressive, but given time it will be something of a marvel. He is a solid wall of muscle and there is little to no fat on him as if he has spent his life training and little else. His face is square with a heavy brow that protrudes over deep brown eyes. His nose is broad and appears to have been broken at least once in the way it leans left. Small scars pock his face and clearly litter the rest of his body in an obvious display of his accomplishments, at least where staying alive is concerned. The most notable are a single scar which crosses his right eyebrow and a rather large one that curves around his chin. If that were not enough his ears have been pierced and stretched to hold what appear to be bear claws. Around his neck hangs a leather chord strung with teeth, some of them animal, some of them human. If his hulking size were not enough he clads himself in furs from the animals he has killed, or the pelts he has stolen from his enemies. His clothing is a hodge-podge of stolen items and adjusted articles. Nothing quite seems to fit him, it is either too large or too small. The most impressive item he carries is an axe, or it seems to be an axe. The blade is double sided and neither end is friendly. To one blade appears to be the shoulder blade of a dragon, sharpened and secured tightly to the great wooden handle. To the other side is half of a jaw bone, most likely from the same beast. They are large enough it might have come from an air or something similar in size. A few teeth are missing and it is unclear if they dislodged in his exploits or before he made the weapon. If asked he claims he killed the dragon himself, but it is just as likely he found the beast dead and scavenged what he needed. Personality: Yohaji is dim witted. The man has never been bright, or if he had the potential to be a concussion long ago stole the spark. He does not speak in large words, and he never bothered to learn to read. His lack of knowledge isn’t a point of focus for him, instead brutality is his mother tongue and war is his second language. The brute understands his skills are in violence not in learning. There was never a point in his culture and he sees no need to adapt in his new environment. Complex ideas frustrate him and when he gets frustrated he becomes even more violent than usual. The bastard was happy to leave the thinking to the shaman and their apprentices. There is one thing Yohaji does understand and that is power. He wants to be the top of the pile, the biggest and the baddest to walk. If that means he has to kill someone along the way, they become another notch in his axe. He relishes the effort of a good bloody fight and never runs when violence is an option. He meets it with a battle song on his lips and a hefty swing of his blade, even if he is outnumbered. Yohaji recognizes worthy skills. That does not mean brawn alone. Not everyone can be a tank like himself. Cunning and speed also have their worth. Along with intelligence when employed correctly. So long as a person can keep up, he is happy to call them companion. He will not bother with those who fall behind and complain. Life is a test after all and if they cannot stand tall and face it, they aren’t worth the time it takes to kill them. Rank: Tainted Candidate. History: In all the lands of Sekkai and beyond there are few peoples who can be called more barbaric then the people who call themselves Draom. They are a brutal and warlike tribe of men and women who worship Niddhogg as their only god. They saw him as the single most powerful beast to ever exist and who would ever exist. His name was never uttered, he was simply called the vast one, but in his name all manner of foul acts were committed. During the war they threw themselves against the sekkain ground troupes alongside their dragon overlords with a song on their lips and their faces panted into gruesome war masks. They respected only the tainted dragons as the emissaries of Niddhogg. The dragons were his chosen and their riders were viewed with as close to awe as the tribe seemed capable. All members took the same name second name, that of the clan. Nothing was greater than the whole. No family bond was stronger than that of the tie to the people. They were a superstitious folk. The sort who warded themselves against omens and took signs from the entrails of beasts and victims alike. Shamans were their primary advice givers, though even they were often ignored in favor of bloody battle. It was into this despicable group that Yohaje was born. He was raised as all children, with a weapon in his hand and blood under his nails. All victories were hard won and just like the tainted hatchlings, only the strongest made it to adulthood. Yohaje grew like a bear. He was never lanky instead he was stalky and only grew into his frame as he aged. Every year he was the largest of his age and he never let them forget it. He sparred better than any other in training and acted without remorse. Even the elders of the tribe called him vicious. Yohaje feared no dirty trick and was not above crippling or even killing others in his class if it meant moving forward. He was always reaching to be higher for the next opportunity, for the next leg up on his peers. His rapid ascension was the joy of his mother, though she watched him with the same ambivalence as most in the clan. There was no solitary parents once a child was weaned it became the responsibility of the whole to ensure it grew strong. Such familial attachment was seen as detrimental. He was a rising star in their ranks and this worried the warlord who stood as king over their peoples. The lord had been a child like this one, he understood the grasping look in his eyes and the hunger for more. Yohaje was looking up, and the lord sat at the top. Thankfully like all things there were rules to such ascension. Even as the fast rising boy clawed his way into his teens, he could not touch the title of warlord. There was tradition to follow, rites of passage he had not yet achieved. The warlord took it upon himself to get rid of the threat before it could manifest into a true danger. The rules were simple. Until Yohaje had made one hundred worthy kills it would be seen as sacrilege to grant him the right to challenge the warlord for his throne. Besides, Yohaji, as all boys was required to spend two years on his own to prove his worth in the wilds and to gain the right to call himself man. So the warlord sent him out as soon as Yohaje was old enough. The lad was given a spear, some simple supplies, and thrown into the woods. Yohaje did not complain. It was the way of things and he set off, swearing he would not return until he had the hundred kills he needed. Each great beast he faced and each worthy human he slay would earn him a notch in the handle of his spear. The number grew slowly, but he had a goal and he was stubborn as the tribe form which he hailed. To cheat the task was asking for the spirits and the vast one to strike him dead, so he was honest in his task. At the end of his first year he found the corpse of a downed dragon, too rotted and decrepit to tell what it had once been or how it had been slain. He stole it’s bones and a few of its teeth, but gave his axe no notch. From the spoils he fashioned himself a better weapon, removing the spearhead and affixing the bones. The weight felt better in his hand and it fit his slowly growing body better. The years slid by and eventually he became maddened by his task, without war there were so few worthy men to slay. And then a devious spark bloomed in his mind. Like a viper it sunk its fangs in and filled him with the poisonous want. If he had a dragon, one of the emissaries of the vast one, no one could dispute his claim. The dragon would give him greater access to worthy battles and when he returned the tribe would have no dispute over his right to rule them. He would lead the Draom. He would rule them from the back of a monster unlike they had ever seen. Pet(s): None. Most animals equate to food. User Information Username: Chirpadee Contact: Pms are good Yourself: You probably know it by now How did you find Sekkai? Kai art. |
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| SemperMemor | Feb 2 2015, 07:18 PM Post #2 |
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