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Character Name: Zik'ieth Iszero [Zihk-eye-eth Iss-sehr-roh]
Race: Oblivionite
Gender: Male
Class: Warrior
Statistics: INT 2, ATK 5, DEF 3
Appearance: As an apprentice, his body is strong and light; skin tone a dark mocha, toasted and hardened by long days in the sun. Scars carve themselves deep into his shoulder blades, the markings of a caravan slave. The scars, too, cut across his face; left as punishments for past disobedience. His hair is long and dreaded, left mostly unkempt- a signature of the people he had once belonged to, though can no longer remember. His stare is one that scorches, as though deep in his black eyes there are embers burning steadily. His posture is that of someone always on the defense; always ready to fight, should it be necessary. He can seem almost feral, at times. As though he were an animal, kept locked in a cage of fury and recently escaped.
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In later stages (see image on left), muscles will take shape where there had once only been sinew. His scars will fade somewhat, though their marks will always remain. He will grow to be taller even than he had been during boyhood. He will tower over most, cloaked in the garb of a desert nomad; an intimidating stranger, with the body and posture of a well-trained warrior. His demeanor will, however, soften into only a simmering defiance; no longer as wild as he had once been.
Personality: Zik'ieth is built of harsh syllables and simmering rage. He is unfriendly to most, so unused to casual conversation and highly expectant of betrayal. He's set in his independence, as stubborn and immovable as a mountain. His patience is one easily expired, and his anger is immediate. He dislikes showing weakness, and will go to great lengths to prove himself; though, to whom, he does not know. He's especially hateful towards Orderites, as they are they ones that caused his life to be filled with such hardships. He'd like to sink his blade into the chest of each of them; most particularly, the shady merchant types, as they remind him of his past.
Should he be caught unaware, it might be found that Zik is quite a thoughtful little creature. He spends a lot of his time alone, and thus has been granted with the ability to drift off into hours of intellectual musing. He is stunted, though; for he is unable to read and write, having never been taught by the slavers he had belonged to. This is a secret kept close to his heart, as- showing that he is, after all, still only 14 and of an adolescent mindset- it embarrasses him, to not know something so many already do. He longs to be able to read and write, but is too stubborn to request help, and though his mind is constantly humming with thought, he often refuses to speak. He forces himself away from people, set in his solitude. But, still, his curious nature keeps him attentive and observant. Like a fly on the wall, he watches; inobtrusive, until confronted.
Biography/Background: Even in Zik'ieth's earliest memories, he cannot recall a time when he was not a slave to the nightly desert caravans of Eowyn. His past is riddled with constant travel, back and forth, through the desert; a constant journey, with countless hardships. He was taken from his parents when he'd been only just old enough to walk; ripped from his mother's arms, and tossed into one of the caged carriages of the night caravan. He did not know of their fate, though his slavers hinted at his parents having been buried in the sands; their debt to the caravan finally repayed. Of what debt they meant, he would never discover. Though, from then on, Zik'ieth learned an emotion that he would always, even in his later life, find himself clinging to- he learned hate.
Anger fueled him. It hardened him into something closer to animal than boy. As he grew, he was thrust into work for the caravan. Charged with keeping their great beasts that hauled their carriages carefully groomed and fed. He would be forced to carry great loads, should any of their creatures fall due to the desert heat during the day, while the rest of the caravan slept and he- forced to stay awake with the other caravan slaves- tended to the beasts. Exhausted, he was forced into a half-life of constant labor. At age 11, he was deemed old enough- and strong enough- to be thrust into new horrors. A whole second world of the caravan he had, until then, kept himself far away from. The fighting pits. Slaves from different caravan groups would be thrown down into deep pits in the sand, forced to fight until only one remained conscious; so that the caravan merchants above them could bet upon the outcome. His skill at fighting earned him a higher rank within the caravan. He no longer worked during their travels, but instead- was pampered. Kept fed, kept strong; but still thrust into the pits whenever they ran into another group.
It is during one of these nights- three years later- that he is able to escape with the help of three other slaves, all around his age. Together, they had devised their plan, intent on leaving the caravans far behind them. They fought that night in the pit, and when the fights were over- most of the unconscious or exhausted slaves left in the pits, while the merchants drank wine and feasted. They had, during their fights, managed to feign their own demise; taking on as little damage as possible. And they had lain their, in wait, choosing a time when the desert was darkest, to climb from the pit and disappear into the night with whatever they could steal on their way out.
Zik'ieth is separated from his three companions during a sandstorm, left to fend for himself. He finds his way to the North-Western coast of Eowyn, intent on making the journey across the sea to Soudul.
Thoughts on the Great Engagement: Zik'ieth, thus far, has had little information on the Great Engagement, though he would be on the side of the Oblivionites in any case, should he be more informed. He believes the Orderites to be worthy of extinction, and would like to- himself- join the war against them; due to his past enslavement and dealings with the black market Orderites of the caravans. It is for this reason that he is traveling to Soudul; with the knowledge that it is the hub for Oblivionites across the world, and therefore the place to go in order to ally himself with his brothers and sisters.
Thoughts on the Magescian Races: He is loyal to his fellow Oblivionites, viewing them- in general- as stronger than the Orderites. Though he, still, sticks to his loner tendencies; he'd be more likely to stay his blade against an Oblivionite stranger; whereas any encounter with an Orderite would bring forth immediate hostility. He's had little interaction, on the other hand, with the Dovaa race as a whole- though, some Dovaa were apart of the caravans; and others were slaves to it. He'd be mistrusting initially, and highly judgemental should he encounter a Dovaa; but also, somewhat curious, as he knows little about them. Finally, the hybrids that Zik'ieth has thus far encountered, have given him a somewhat negative opinion- if only for the fact that most of them had seemed weak to him, and were often ignored by the rest of the Oblivionite slaves. Therefore, he tends to look down on them as a whole... though, of course, would allow one to prove themself- should they not be aligned with the Orderite cause or mixed with Orderite blood.
Thoughts on the Dragons and Khehora: Like the Dovaa, Zik'ieth has little knowledge of the Dragons or the Khehora, though he knew Khehora that had been captured and enslaved by the caravans and believed them to be interesting, nonetheless. His curiousity would lead him to have a less defensive demeanor towards them; and he would most likely be interested in discovering more about their race, rather than immediately feeling hatred towards them like he might the opposing Magescans.
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Character (c) I AM WOE
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