Name: Fedir { aka. "Ox" } Podolski | Hala
Nicknames: Ox | Feather
Sex: male | female
Age: 27 | 11
Relationship Status: single
Occupation: mercenary | huntress/little babby just following old boy around
Homeland: "Ukraine" | "America" { Native American }
Current Residence: Palisade
Likes:
Fedir
- working out
- a good nights rest
- fighting
- butterflies
- large meals
- long baths
Hala
- animals
- dancing
- music
- the forests, and nature
- hunting
- learning new things
- fishing
- new yummy foods
Dislikes:
Fedir
- people who talk a lot
- high pitched sounds/voices
- irrational folk
- cheats
- liars
- ill-minded folk
- failing to protect someone
Hala
- be restrained
- being chided
- burnt food
- being in busy city's/towns
- rude people
Personality + Bio:
Fedir comes from a long line of military family, or some sort of occupation that requires one to wield a sword, and fight in combat. He grew up with just his father and four brothers, his mother and newborn brother being murdered when an enemy raid occured in his hometown at a rather fragile and young age. The man has since been rather scarred from the incident, his voice hardly ever used now adays, and a visible shield having taken to enclosing around him, making for a very stoic man. A smile never reaches his lips, mouth remaining stern and unbudging, his hard eyes just the same. Intimidating, it's not surprising the man hasn't any friends. He grew stronger, and fought in many battles, finally taking up the job of being a traveling mercenary... for staying around his home was too painful for him to bear. He could feel himself starting to get absorbed into the depression of it all, and wanderlust took fire.
On his travels around the world, heading westward mostly, he came along many ill-minded individuals. Being a man with a moral code, he isn't one to stand for bull crap when he's faced with it. Upon coming across a particular slave trader, destroying the massive caravan to let them flee, a young girl dressed strangely, he'd found was injured. Apparently it'd been from her trying to fight her captors, and earning a broken leg in return. Unable to run, and only shouting in an language he couldn't understand, Fedir found himself uncertain what to do. In the end though, he simply scooped up the young girl, and took her to the nearest village to have her leg looked at. Of course there was a lot of fight in the youth, even a few bite marks to his arms and shoulder from her trying to escape, but the burly man didn't even flinch. Seeing that her tactic's weren't doing her any good, the little one finally accepted her new fate, and simply kept her eyes averted entirely as they traveled to civilization on foot.
Once she was put under the care of a doctor, a cast and all, Fedir kept nearby to make sure the process went on smoothly. Though a gruff man, and rough around the edges, the child watched him with great observation and curiosity. Eventually she began to calm around him, and even started to approach him to inspect closer. Small hands would touch around his face, nose scrunching up, and brows furrowing as if she were reading him. But he didn't seem to mind, letting the child have her fun. And once she was able to start walking around again, she would follow him about town as he did errands, and the like. She seemed to be in awe of everything that she saw, even over the most simplest things... it was curious, really, to Fedir. In fact he found himself entertained just by watching her react to what she'd run into in town, and her clear lack of social manners, and grace. It was sort of refreshing, really. And with her inability to speak the language, it had the old gruff fellow starting to talk more to teach her the language here. And in turn he was able to gain her name; Hala.
He learned that she was excellent at hunting, and rather good at dealing with animals... and defending herself. The child was remarkable, and impressed the swordsman greatly. And much like a gosling following their parent, Hala stuck with the large man even as he started his way onto the next town. He didn't have too much of a choice though, as she had hopped onto his back and clung to him like a tic! Deciding it might be nice to have some company around, and not wanting to strand the poor girl, Fedir gained a party member, further teaching her of the new world she was a part of. She has since become a very reliable and pleasant partner to him, much like a little sister, but also an ally he feels he can fully trust and rely on.
Appearance:
Fedir:
- He's a massive man. Towering at least 6'6, with huge bulky muscles.
- His skin is a light tan, marked with lots of scars, with vivid hazel green eyes, that sometimes turn blue.
- A set, and defined jaw, with thick dark black hair usually smoothed back, with strands running along where sideburns would be.
- He never smiles, usually only for Hala, but on rare occasions.
Hala:
- Beautiful straight black hair, cut to just above her jaw.
- Her eyes are shiny and bright, and her skin is a lovely dark tan.
- Since she's still a child, she's rather gangly and thin, but very agile and a superb runner.
- She reaches around 5'3, but doesn't seem to find her height to be a hindrance, or a matter in anything she does.
Attire:
Fedir
- a tunic, pants, and leather gear, as well as some metal bits here and there.
- thick sturdy boots
- a broad sword at his waist, or a large battle axe
Hala
- a dress from her homeland, as well as boots
- turquoise and bone necklaces, earrings, and bracelets, sometimes large gold hoop earrings
- she often wears feathers in her hair, and a little band around her head that seems to have a family insignia on it.
Personality bullet points:
Fedir
- silent
- protective
- emotionless
- caring
- tough
Hala
- feisty
- spirited
- passionate
- fearless
- lively
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