Full Name: [Tafiir Kidavi ] Nicknames: [???] Race: [Ice Earthling] Gender: [Male] Role: [Troubled Youth] Age: [Youngling ] Sexual Orientation: [Straight] Religion: [Primary: Bergchi Secondary: ] Political Affiliation: [???] 3 Base Traits: [ - Strong Willed - Self Indulgent - Self Possessed] Personality: [Tafiir is a strong willed individual who has the drive to achieve anything he sets his mind to. His persistence and self perseverance has pulled him through on many occasions and will proceed to assist him throughout his stressful fast pace lifestyle. His creativity and ambition drives him to pursue success at any cost; including his own well being if he finds it necessary.
Drawn to his own desires and demands, Tafiir could be classified as a bit of a self indulger. He tends to cater to his own needs and ambitions and may drop his current objective to chase whatever it is that catches his eye on a whim. Despite the fact he is easily distracted by his desires, Tafiir has a strong humanitarian drive. He desires to help where needed, unfortunately his intense nature tends to get the better of him. His assistance is often viewed more of an interference, despite the fact he had the best of intentions coming into the situation.
Despite his urge for indulgence, Tafiir is otherwise rather Self Possessed. when put under pressure Tafiir is able to keep calm and make crucial decisions quickly. He is able to be objectively analytical in his decision making which gives him an edge in a business sense. ] (will add more if i feel like it >( )
Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities: [Sticky Fingers: Tafiir's self indulgence has lead to him developing petty thievery. If he sees something he likes, he becomes fixated on it until he is able to pocket it.
Lying: To cover for Tafiir's fast pace lifestyle, he has developed a web of lies. ] Likes: [Beautiful women, Precious metals, Gems refined or not, Rarities or anything viewed as having a high value, TBC] Dislikes: [Being caught in a lie, when people find him overpowering, being lectured about his lifestyle, TBC] Hobbies: [Collecting things of value O3O?] Special Abilities/Skills: [Being very sneaky, being a convincing liar, TBC] Occupation(s): [???] Past Occupation(s): [???] Physical Description: [- Skin: pale blue skin - Eyes: golden eyes - Hair: Midnight blue hair - Facial Hair: (Stage 2) - Height: Average - Build: thin but muscular. Similar to the build of an acrobat. ] Clothing: [Fur collar, scarves, lined sleeve/glove/boots what have you. browns and blues... Oo tektek? ] Weapons (if any): [Dagger and Sword]
This area is reserved for me to attempt to figure out where Tafiir is going in life. These points may change at any given point in time, and are more just guidelines to what I would like to happen. If you see a plot you feel your character could fit please send me a private message.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 7:11 pm
☺ ------ Friends ☻ ------ Foes ♥ ------ Love Interests Sexual Orientation: [Straight] Current Relationship Status: [Single] Relationship History: [None]
As Tafiir encounters characters of Tendaji, they will be listed under this post. Tafiir's opinion or the nature of your encounter will determine which icon you receive. Two icons will be rewarded to each roleplay you complete with Tafiir. One in the beginning and one in the end.
☺ ------ This is the Friend Icon. Your character will receive one of these for any meet and greet roleplay. If the meeting ends on a good note you will receive an additional friend icon, but if it ends on a bad one you will receive a Foe Icon. If the roleplay so happens to twist enough that there is a romantic interest at the end your character may receive a Love Icon.
☻ ------ This is the Foe Icon. Your character will receive one of these in any negative interaction/ battle roleplay. Just because your character receives one of these Icons doesn't necessarily mean that Tafiir hates you... Just means you had a rocky start.
[Ex1/ Say Tafiir upset you and he has no clue, and you aim to give him a piece of your mind. You will receive a Foe Icon, but if the matter is resolved, say he apologizes and there are no hard feelings then your character will receive a Friend Icon for the ending icon.]
[Ex2/ if your character picks a fight with Tafiir, Even if its sparring, you will be awarded a Foe Icon. However, if it is nothing more than sparring and it ends on a positive note, then you will receive a Friend Icon at the completion of the roleplay. If it is a physical confrontation and it ends on a negative note, then you will receive two Foe Icons.]
♥ ------ This is the Love Icon. Your character will receive this icon if you are a love interest to Tafiir. Most Roleplays will not start with this icon, unless you have had past roleplays with Tafiir that resulted in a Love Icon.
Ex1/ Say your character was pursuing Tafiir as their love interest, and in the last roleplay you expressed your feelings for him. that roleplay would begin with a friend icon and end with a love icon.
Ex2/ Now say he wanted to meet you for a date then that roleplay would begin with a love icon and if everything went well and you both still had feelings for each other it would end with a love icon.
Ex3/ If your date ended and either you or he realized this isn't exactly what they imagined it to be and want to remain friends/ acquaintances(the relationship ended on a mutual standing) the roleplay would start with a love icon and then end with a friend icon.
Ex4/ If your date ended with your character throwing any heavy object available, cursing and screaming his name at the top of their lungs(the relationship ended poorly) the roleplay would start with a love icon and end with a Foe Icon. ** Remember~ This doesn't mean that Tafiir hates you! He may fear for his safety in your presence after this, but its something that can be smoothed over in time!
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May 2014 Activity: ۩ ------ Entered Dice Roll Writing Contest: May 12, 2014 Entry:
Story Time! Character || [Ice Baby] Name || [Tafiir Kidavi] Theme || [17- Trust] Noun || [4- Boundary] Entry || [“Tafiir~” Faraya giggled, arms outstretched for balance as she sprinted across the flat slate like rock that surrounded their village, “You’re too fast!”
Tafiir held tight to the fur cloak hugging his shoulders. His lungs burned with the crisp chilled air, but it didn’t slow him down any. Tafiir had spent so much time with his father running around the village doing errands and such that he had grown accustom to the burn. Coming to the gnarled old tree that had long since succumbed to the harsh climate of his icy home he took a seat at its base and stared out at the bleak landscape.
Faraya came bouncing up behind him and dropped in a heap, “Why didn’t you slow up? You spend every day here and nothing ever changes.” She ran her fingers through the faefrost foliage and smiled, “Hard to believe anything grows here, but the Faefrost sure does good.” The faefrost flowers surrounded their village, crawling between the nooks and cracks of the large flagstones. It was their boundary; as far as the adults would let them go. They were still visible, but they could see for miles from the edge of the faefrost field; perfect for seeing any arriving travelers.
Tafiir nodded slowly and rested his chin on his knees. It’s been a long time since he seen his father; since he has seen any of the villagers that left for Jauhar. People were slowly retuning, trickling through the throat of Zena, but none stopped. They pressed on, eager to return to their homes; their families; their lives; away from this horrible occurrence, this war. Snatching a flower from a plump patch of Faefrost he breathed deeply of the pale purple blossom and sighed, “They grow… Well here, yes.”
Faraya clapped her hands together and smiled, “Everyone was so worried about you, they say you haven’t spoken in a few days now… You like the faefrost flowers?”
He nodded slowly and tucked the flower behind her delicately pointed ears, “Don’t you?”
She blushed and nodded, “Mhmm. They smell good… My mom has a perfume she wears on special occasions.”
Tafiir’s face paled to a sickly ash and his expression faded to nothing.
“What? What?!” Faraya breathed, trying to shake him from his state, “I’m sorry… You liked the Faeflowers, I thought… “ She felt him grip tighter to her arm, he looked so sad, so very sad.
“Can I trust you… with a secret?” His gold eyes turned to her welling with tears.
She nodded and held out her pinky, “You can trust me with anything! We’re friends.”
He smiled and linked pinkies with her, “My mother… She made that perfume. She loved the faeflowers. I spent a lot of time out here with her collecting the blossoms for her. I really miss her.”
Faraya rested her head on his shoulder and pulled him into a one armed hug, “She is the one who passed from that last outbreak… The fever. Bergchi has her now. She is at peace.”
Tears came to his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He plucked another flower from the faefrost and stared as he twirled the stem between his fingers, “Yeah… I guess you’re right. That doesn’t make it any easier though.”
She giggled and nuzzled into the fur of his cloak, “I’ll be here! Whenever you get sad and miss her just come give me a big hug and I will make you feel better.”
“Don’t tell anyone I told you… Dad doesn’t like it when I talk about it.” His mother’s passing was very difficult for his father, and though he prays every morning at her grave, and every night before he goes to bed, he is not at peace with this; not at peace with himself.
Faraya giggled, “I promised~ Trust me, I won’t tell nobody.” Seeing some travelers in the distance, Faraya scrambled to her feet, “Look! There’s someone coming; a group of someones!” She helped Tafiir to stand.
Racing back to the village, hand in hand, they gathered with the rest of the adults and prepared to welcome back their war worn warriors. There were tears of joy for all the men and women who had returned. There were many faces that Tafiir recognized and was relieved to see them alive and well, but one was missing; where was his father?
The festivities began; the large wood pile accumulated at Etine’s center was lit. There was music and dancing, laughter and joy. The war was lost, and many have not returned, but tonight would be about those who had and the blessings bestowed on them.
Tafiir watched from the sides, not seeing his father yet. Faraya’s father, Nakir had returned with the first group. Since the festivities a few stragglers had made it, and joined in. Shortly thereafter, a cart of the wounded from the village followed, and those who needed assistance were brought to the local healer. A few women volunteered to forego the festivities to assist where needed. Still, Tafiir had seen no sign of his father.
The celebration went on into the wee hours of the morning; Tafiir had long since gone to sleep, but he awoke with the sun and rushed to the edge of the village. The celebrations were over, but the ritual was far from it. The morning after is a time for those who were not so fortunate, for the fallen. The weapons of the ones left behind were placed to face the rising sun as a memorial. Nakir stood at a sword with Faraya at his side, “I’m so sorry Tafiir; he fought bravely.”
Tafiir approached the mound and found his father’s sword with his name engraved down the center; Amnir Kidavi. A knot formed in his throat as he felt his legs give out. It was hard for him to see, but he knew now his father could be at peace. Tafiir placed the faefrost flower at the memorial and prayed to Bergchi.
Words: 1,000 according to my word document, but 939 on online counter? :0]
Tafiir: Post 1 Location: Supply Tents ---> Hiding out in a supply cart
Tucked away within a covered weapons caravan that came out of Zena, Tafiir held tight to his father's sword as they arrived at the Tale camp. He was a long way from home and all alone, but he was determined to avenge his father by getting his father's sword in battle against the Obans.
Hearing the supplier coming, he shifted under some leather equipment he waited as the man un-tethered the caravan tarp and go about his business. When the voices around the caravan faded Tafiir slipped out, sword in arms, and made a move for the food. Stepping up beside a prentice hard at work preparing a meal he kept his eyes fixed on what he was preparing, his stomach letting out a rather obnoxious gurgle, "That..... Smells good."
Tafiir: Post 2 Location: Supply Tent ---> Talking with Kauff
Tafiir didn't hesitate to reach a hand up for the meat and snatch it away. not wasting any time he bit down on one of the Pieces and made short work of it before he introduced himself, "I'm Tafiir... Came from Etine with my pa's sword... He was in the last fight and never came home."
Tafiir was very stoic about his father's passing, it was a healed wound on him, but the need for revenge was still very prevalent in his mind. The thought of going to war seemed fairly impractical to him, considering he couldn't hold the full length sword at the hilt, but hadn't crossed his mind. The boy cracked a smile at Kauff and slid another piece of the skewer, "Haven't thought that far ahead yet... I just want my pa's sword in the battle. Figure it could do some good." The boy talked between chews and then swallowed hard, "Y'have anything to drink back there?" he asked nonchalantly.
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