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 Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2023 9:05 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2023 11:55 am
Growth 5/25Class Choice Solo XXX 5 Stuck in a Storm - XXX
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2023 11:55 am
Info
3 Base Traits: Cunning, Dependable (to those close to him), Adaptable, Energetic, Romantic, Vindictive, possesive (of his special treasure items) Vengeful if wronged
Personality:
Born with brains and knows how to use them. Saves his cunning for when it is needed but it is always lurking just behind his eyes waiting for a need. He has intelligence too and uses it where applicable.
He is a dependable sort, a bit hard to break into the inner circle but once you are close to him you are there forever unless you give a really good reason not to be. He does his very best for those he loves.
He is adaptable to new situations and likes to travel. He wants to see the rest of tendaji one day.
Dam has a lot of energy and is always out and about doing something, saving quiet time for a bit of reading on any number of subjects in the evening. He burns his energy off by exploring and exercising.
His romantic side will develop as he gets older but its in there waiting to bloom well.
He is fierce, being the youngest he learned to defend himself by using his brains and occassionaly whatever brawn he could muster but his opponents were always bigger than himself so brains worked better. He keeps secrets until he needs to get out of a tight spot or you are one of the closer bothers to him, then you are pretty safe from retribution.
His cunning and his vindictiveness act in tandem to make him a tactical enemy worthy of consideration. It doesnt always work but he does get revenge eventually. He is very possessive over his toys and collections (rocks, bugs, feathers ect.). Older siblings tended to take stuff from him a lot and it drives him crazy. So he hides it and sometimes booby traps it with ink so he can find the culprit should they disturb his hoard of treasure. He has limited space thus limited treasures. If asked though he will show them and maybe let them hold it just dont take it. He worked hard to collect everything.
His energy can sometimes annoy people, his cunning really annoys people. He believes heartily in tit for tat. He does have a bit of a naive romantic look at the world and is at risk of being taken advantage of once he branches out away from his family. Once crossed though he would work to get back at that person, even if it was a small revenge.
Accessories: A long bejewelled (on the hilt and butt) charcoal colored bladded dagger that his father gave him. Black feather with a red rhobus tip and a few stripes of red going up the feather in the black part. Worn in his hair beside his face.
History: His parents met in Ashe. His mother was a fur trader and his father a butcher. They had traded back and forth and became close able to joke around with each other. Esild, Amraia's Mother noticed and told her daughter that the man was making eyes at her. Amraia thought he was just joking around so one day she flirted back and was well received. They bantered back and forth and she began to long for the long walks to his town to spar with words some more. Eventually he invited her over for dinner and they began to date in honest for a long time before deciding that they wanted to start a family. They were blessed later with seven sons. (They had been trying for a daughter but no such luck. They were still overjoyed with the children they had.) Their seventh son they called Damodred. The child had inherited his Father's eyes and his Mother's hair and a face carved only from the finest. He may never have gotten anything new, but he knew he was well loved by his whole family and he cherished them just as much. He liked being thrifty and scavenged often for supplies for his family. They are struggling still, it had been a few bad years for fur and meat. So he plans to go with a few brothers out into the world to see what new ideas and money he could possibly bring home to ease the tension.
There would be good fur years, he wouldn't have to scrounge for forever but he wanted very much to help.
He is not sure what he wants to be when he grows up. He is hoping that the adventures will help with that. He does know that he doesn't want to do what his parents do or stay in his little iceling town forever. There were so many places to be explored. He liked color and wanted to shop the worlds markets for souvenirs to line his nest.
He loved old worn things just as much as new things. He likes to collect cloth bound books and he likes to sing..in the middle of the night.
Much to his parent's dispair.
As the youngest of seven children he wishes he was older as the bigger boys have more freedom then he does, however he likes the extra attention that he gets as the youngest. He competes with the bother closest to him in age and is very close tot he next older brother. He likes the third oldest as well. He does not get along with his oldest brother at all, he doesnt understand all the responsibility the oldest holds to the younger siblings and the oldest resents how spoiled his youngest brother is.
He doesnt resent that he was the product of trying for a girl, his parents love him just as much and quite frankly he too wouldn't mind a sister with all the testosterone channeling through the house a girl might be a nice break from boys. His parents make sure that he knows he is loved. His needs are met and he had love, what more could he want.
He is spoiled compared to the older boys as the youngest siblings usually are. He delights in getting his older brothers in trouble for some slight made against him previously, especially the brothers he doesnt get along with as well.
He has no friends yet, but that was more because of where they were located far out of the village where the best trapping was but not too far so as not to be a part of it. His friends were his brothers, it was a good thing they were plentiful. He liked learning and absorbed as much information as he could from his parents and his brothers, though he did put less store in the less trustworthy brother's information. Some of them were dependable some of them were weasels, it was just how it was. At least none were pure evil.
Skin:12
Eyes: last swatch
Crystals:13
Hair: 8
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2023 11:55 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2023 11:55 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2023 11:56 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2023 11:56 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2024 9:40 pm
Class Choice - Sorcerer - Wild Magic Sorceror
If there was one thing he was sure of, it would be that he would not be staying here much longer. He longed for so much more and he wanted to choose a career that he couldn’t get a teacher for here. He thought his parents would rather him follow one of their career paths but he knew deep down that he was meant for something more, something offbeat and something different. It was weirdness that called to his soul a music with an off beat. And he was determined to break away from the big array of his family. He would find his own path, independent of all of the chaos that was home with w big family. He would miss certain people and his parents but he …might come back one day.
He had a lot of soul searching to do. He knew he was young and that while it happened, breaking away from your parents as a prentice wasn’t all that common but he would not get anywhere in life under the shadow of so many brothers. There were just too many, he would never be able to make a name for himself here, he would just be this guys brother or that guys brother. Not individually distinct from the familial amoeba. No longer would he be dogged by this. The more he thought about it the more it felt right to him. He found himself writing a note and having packed some serious supplies, he snuck out of the house unaware that at least one brother had seen him go.
No matter, they would not be able to catch him. He was on a quest now, a quest that if he did it right, would take him many years to complete. He would find happiness and glory and recognition one day but today he would start out as just another wandering stranger on the road. He ghosted off the property and set out for the next town over for a start. He had enough food to last for a few days and a sling to get more when that ran out. He knew how to survive in the bush, his Mother had taught them all and his Dad had taught them to hunt. He would be fine. His throat closed as he thought of his parents. They were good people but he felt inhibited, suffocated here. It was no longer his home. He swiped at tears he refused to acknowledge and ran away. It was spring in Zena, it was still cold but it was no longer quite so savage, travelers were getting though. He tagged along with a merchant train so that most would not know he was alone. It was unwise to look vulnerable, besides this was hist first big adventure and he was nervous.
The road was long and kept going on but the further he went the better he felt. At some point he grew tired of the merchants for company and he deked off into the bush.
He felt better when he was alone. Being alone was very much a novelty for someone with such a big family. There was no privacy, no aloneness, no peace and definitely no quiet. The quiet out here especially as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky got thicker and thicker, after the time the few spring birds stopped their chirping. He would have to find somewhere to spend the night, unless. He checked the small map he had brought while he nibbled some food from his supplies. He was close to the next town over, maybe he could ask where the nearest wild magic sorceror was, that was the path that he wanted to pursue, it was a hard art to master but he wanted to test his mettle against something hard. He wanted to prove to himself that he was more than just a little brother with all the easiest jobs around the house. He hoped that his parents got over him being gone quickly he hoped that his note let them know it wasn’t their fault in anyway, it was something in him that demand he leave.
Still when he finally got to the nearest Inn and bartered for some cheap space in the stable, the kindly innkeeper upgraded it to the stable master’s room during broodtime. It was empty right now as the stable master was celebrating a new baby. Damodred wrote the man a thank you note and a congratulations, it only seemed right.
He cried when he got into the bed. The tears, fat hot and salty burned down his dry cheeks. It was very very hard to be away but he knew as he bit his lip against the mental pain, that he was doing the right thing.
Right before the end of dinner, he dragged himself down and stuffed himself on the hearty stew that flowed in copious chunky amounts from the Inn kitchen. The Sodden Dog Inn was his first home away from home. The stew was slightly different from mothers’ but he was not far enough away from home for much to be different. It felt like he had been walking forever already but he supposed that might be because of the snails pace of walking. Perhaps he would try to get a ride on a wagon tomorrow to wherever his next destination would be. He would not stay too long in the morning, he would be off with the dawn, least some enterprising brothers try to catch up to him over night. Some where spicey enough to come after him and he could not thing of a bigger disaster then them catching up and driving him batty before driving him home to the spanking he would no doubt get for making his poor Mother worry. No rest for the wicked as the saying went. He pulled the thin but surprisingly soft blanket up around his shoulders after looking through the stable master’s log..because he could not because the reading was interesting. Stable life was pretty basic or so he thought. It came with having hay poke you at all times when you were trying to sleep. It was also full of munching and other small noises that went on through the whole night. His sleep was fitfull but effective enough and he rose with the dawn and hit the road. Heading for a border town that would mark he was near the boundary with Sauti, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was going but he knew it wasn’t going to be Zena, that was too close and he didn’t want to be looking over his shoulder all of the time. That was no way to live. His next goal would be to get a critter for protection. He had read about radaku in books, perhaps he would go to Jauhar and get one of them. Then he would be protected too. It was a tad unnerving to be alone on the trail after living with so many people for so very long. Despite it being nice to be able to hear the birds when they were out for once. He had always liked birds. He had heard of a great bird called a kinfa, perhaps if he could keep the radaku alive and perhaps train it, he could find a kinfa or one of those scorra as an additional familiar. It might provide eggs and companionship and he thought that would be a good thing. Scorra were supposed to be able to lay really large eggs, which sounded good when you were tired from road running. And Kinfa could fly with their bonded after they reached a certain age. The world was really wondrous, so broad and wide that walking forever you could not reach all the way around it.
He was hopeful now in the daylight, hopeful for the journey to come, hoping he would have some sort of help at some point but resigned to doing what he needed to do anyway. This was not an easy path he had started but his heart refused to go back now. His path was set, his trail was blazed, he would continue to plod on until he hit an impassable wall or ravine, a raging flooded river a mountain range that tickled the clouds, he would see what was out there to see and learn his craft after he found a willing master and he would become a different person no longer the seventh or eight son in a large family. He would be responsible for his own grub, his own coin and most importantly of all, he would be in charge of his destiny, what else was there really? He needed a purpose in his life and he was seeking it now, nothing would make him stop forever though.
He would flow along the impassable river, along the boundaries of his range and see to get past them to see all the corners until he found a place that again felt to him like a home worth being.
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