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 Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 11:51 am
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 1:45 pm
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Name: Onas
Species: Matori (Water; Pure)
Height: 4'8''
Personality:
Virtues:
Quick minded: Thinking on his feet is something he's learned and perfected since he was a tiny little Matori. It's not only thinking of solutions for problems quickly; he picks up things after watching them being done a couple of times. Sure it's clumsy at first, but he can usually get it down in no time.
Hard working: He is hard working and dedicated to tasks he's sent off on. Leaving things half finished or half-assing something isn't the way he does things and it bothers him when others do it. Once he's on a task, he has to finish it. He's compelled to.
Loyal: Onas is one of the most loyal Matori you can have on your side. Hands down he does anything for his friends. He will give them his food, the shirt off his back, stand by them in a fight, fight for them if that's what they need. If he needs to be somewhere in the middle of the night in a snow storm, he will drag his a** out into that snow storm.
Flaws:
Blunt: He's... blunt. Blunt and honest and doesn't really have much of a filter. He might be good at picking up tasks and jobs, but when it comes to picking up on social cues he's... not good at it. His blunt honest nature means he can insult someone's clothing, way they think, or act, without even actually realizing it until he's been slapped in the face.
Single minded: Because he is so hard working, he's also very single minded. The task comes first. Over his well being, over sleeping or eating. The only thing that doesn't come before his job at the time is if his friends are in an emergency. He tends to over work himself between friends and odd jobs.
Loyal: He can be a little too loyal. By this I mean that he could potentially make friends with a person who is not a good person and do everything in his power to protect them. He will burn bridges with others before he realizes things might be off. He likes to think his friends are all good people, that they wouldn't do anything bad in their lives. However, if he's already accepted a job and one of his friends tries to talk him out of working to go do something stupid, he won't do it. He'll explain the situation to his friend as best as he can. Additionally, if a friend has an emergency while he's doing a job, he will talk to the boss about it and go back after his friend's emergency is taken care of and work tirelessly to do it. It'll nag him and bug him that he's left it partially finished, feel irritated and annoyed until he's back on the right task. When he does get back to the task it's full steam ahead.
This does lead to a lot of conflict sometimes when he has to pick between his mother and his friends. He wants to stay with his mother, follow her, do what she wants him to do, but if he has to do something else his mother won't approve of...
He will have to make tough choices when it comes to this. This is on a case by case basis and no matter what he's going to feel a bit of guilt and will be uneasy. He's trying his best to balance this out, but only time will tell what happens with it.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 1:47 pm
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History:
From a young age Onas has been a focused firecracker of working. He likes keeping himself busy. He made little things made of seaweed and shells for various members of his own small tribe. His mother did these things for a job; crafting fish bones into hair clips, working them into various jewelry. So he watched her do it and picked up on it.
For his mother it was a good way to keep him out of trouble and out of her hair. She also got a bit of extra work done for free because she would have him do things for the orders she had in.
Coming from a family with a single mother was hard for both of them. Things didn't work out between his mother and father. After Onas was born the strain of their already strained relationship was pushed to the limits and he couldn't take their constant arguments anymore. So he just left them both. Neither have heard from him since. Onas doesn't even remember his father.
At one point Onas went rebellious. By this I mean he stayed out past curfew, maybe came home drunk, a little rowdy to where he broke a few things in his house, sometimes he would purposely dirty up his neighbor's yards and houses. His mother tried everything in her power to reign him in, to teach him that he was doing wrong, hanging out with hooligans because he was never alone when he did these things. But his fiercely loyal nature wouldn't hear of it. He argued with her and got in her face one too many times. Onas never laid a hand on his mother, but he had a neighbor with a man who was really close to his mother... and he felt Onas got too riled up and too close to his mother.
So it led to a fight in which Onas lost. He was beat up pretty badly but nothing he couldn't recover from. No broken bones.
Since that day he's tried to make it up to his mother and the neighborhood by doing what he can. He helps build new houses, helps clean up, or whatever they ask of him.
He was never a slave, but he has a few ex-slaves in the village he lives in. He grew up listening to the stories and thinks that slavery is wrong. Someone shouldn't force someone to do 'slave work'. He will fight against any slavers that try to take any Matori if he can help it, or any one of any other tribe for that matter.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 1:47 pm
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 1:48 pm
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 1:48 pm
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 1:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 1:26 pm
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. : . A f f i n i t y S o l o . : .
Waking up on the beach, sand in his mouth, bottle of wine in hand and cake smeared over his face meant Onas had a few regrets...as well as questions. The water male remembered yesterday being his birthday and he'd celebrated by himself. Not true, there was one beach visitor who sang to him, and there was probably a conversation, but he couldn't remember what it was about. The prentice held his aching head as he realized sun was straining his eyes, causing his head to feel like it was splitting, even though his eyes weren't even open yet.
Slowly, one eye opened, then immediately closed and a wince and hiss of pain left him. A hand went to his thigh and he was relieved to find out he still had his pants on. So nothing happened while he was out like a light. At least, in that area.
It took a while, but finally Onas was up right, staring out at the water and a few spearman standing up to their waists in the ocean, fishing.
At first Onas didn't pay them any mind, he was just trying to clean the sandy cake off his face and out of his hair. He'd need a bath, a proper one at home, but the thought of walking made him dizzy, which in turn made him have to empty out the contents of his stomach, which he quickly covered in sand.
He was miserable. Absolutely miserable. The only relief he got is when he realized there was a blanket near him and he pulled it over his head to block out the sun so he could watch these fisherman. How were they doing that?
Well, Onas knew how, but how? He didn't fish much, and he hadn't really held a spear before. A trident, yes, and that felt good in his hands, but not right. Maybe a spear would be right. Onas rubbed his neck as he saw a spear fly into the water with a very small splash. The man retrieved it and pulled up a huge fish that wriggled and almost escaped, but before it could, it went in a weaved basket that was attached to his hip right now.
The thing about spears were they were so versatile. They were weapons that could be used at close, and long range, and they doubled as walking sticks, and they were also a way to get food. You could hunt with a spear by yourself easily. Sure it wasn't a perfect weapon, but it was one of the ones he liked to look at.
Since Onas was little he'd watched the village men and women come out and fish, or practice with their weapons. Spears could be thrown, or used like a pole weapon and those Matori just looked the absolute coolest.
He stayed there, watching them fish and let his head slowly start to clear up, all the while over heating under the blanket and not moving. He stayed like that for hours, until the sun was just an hour from setting. That's when the fisherman called it quit (there were a few 'station changes' or something along those lines) but, with the last of them heading in, Onas decided to go back home as well.
With the blanket around his shoulders, the sick-looking prentice followed one of the spearman, who's spear was now strapped to their back and they were carrying a very large basket of fish and he just stared.
“Do spears weigh much?” He'd asked without realizing that's what was happening. The way his face flushed, he looked down right purple. From the tip of his fin-ears well below his collarbone.
“It honestly depends,” came a reply from a woman behind him, effectively scaring the poor hung-over Onas. “My spear, for example, is a basic one.” She came up beside Onas and showed him. “It's light weight and very well balanced. The more elaborate spears.. I can't say from experience but they look a bit heavier, especially if you add the trinkets and cloth people love to decorate them with.”
Trinkets. Onas could personalize a spear. He shivered, a fever setting in, probably, and pulled the blanket further around him as he looked at that spear. His fingers itched to hold it, but he was really in no condition. He'd probably fall over and spear a hole in his side, or his thigh in a really stupid and embarrassing way, honestly.
So he just admired it and sighed. “Mmm. Is the training hard?”
“Like any other,” she said, shrugging. “This is more about posture and learning to aim. If you want to fish you have to learn how the water lies and how to angle your pole. It's actually more complicated than learning sword and shield, at least… That's my opinion.” She hummed and spun her spear around before starting to use it as a walking stick, putting her weight on it. A large basket of fish hung off her back, so she was probably trying to relieve some pain.
“I could see myself doing this,” Onas stated in a dreamy like way, a small smile on his lips. “Protecting myself.. hunting.. It seems.. natural for us, doesn't it? To have spears?” He'd always thought it was natural for them. They were creatures of the ocean and they had a special connection to it and this island. A spear is all you would ever need.
“It does indeed. I've got to catch up to the others. You, look sick. Go home. You'll be useless to anyone right now.” She was trying to be kind, and patted Onas on the back. Everyone in their village was so touchy.
“Okay,” he sighed pathetically, taking one last long, lingering look at her spear before he turned down the path to home once in the village. Well, at least he got to watch how to spear fish today. He didn't get out in the water, but that' would be practice for later.
Word count: 1000
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 2:58 pm
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. : . C l a s s S o l o . : .
After a brawl on the beach that leads Onas to defending other, the Matori realized he'd found what had been missing. Instead of being a lazy beach bum, he has decided to shape up so he can learn a trade and continue protecting the people he cares about. It's showing maturity that he needs to adjust in the world, it's just going to be a journey to get there.
It had been weeks since his birthday, since the realization that what he wanted in life was to be a spearman, be it fishing or fighting, it was his destiny. That is what Onas firmly believed. He hadn't done much since then to show it, honestly. He'd watched them practice again or fish, but ultimately he did nothing.
The prentice went on his way of being aimless and sneaking bottles of wine off when his elders weren't looking. He didn't get drunk, not anymore, but he did rather enjoy the taste of it. Sweet and leaving him feeling relaxed and bubbly.
Maybe wine coupled with boredom led to his decision right now.
There was some jerk harassing a few girls as he wandered the beach. He didn't do anything at first, figuring the jerk would wander away when they showed no interest, but he had friends this time. These girls didn't know what to do, it looked like. Their backs were against a large, black porous rock that probably hurt them, and these grease balls were still trying to get them to drink with them when they very clearly stated 'no'.
With one last swig of wine, Onas looked around and noticed a spear right there in the sand. It looked like the end was broken, but the point was still there. He made a mental not to run to it if things got out of hand. Really, drinking before doing this was an awful and a brilliant idea. Awful because if this turns into a fight, he's actually tipsy. He wouldn't be able to fight because of that (and because he didn't know how to).
Either way, he sauntered up to the group of jerks and sighed. “Don't 'cha got anything better to do than har'a** poor girls who wan nothin' to do with you?” He asked, sounding way more drunk than he was. It was all part of his plan. Would anyone fight a drunk guy?
He was about to find out.
They threw some insults at him along the lines of 'a*****e' 'girly man' and 'drunk idiot', which he expected, so really, it didn't matter. Onas shrugged and stepped closer.
One of the guys grabbed a girl's shoulder, and Onas grabbed his shoulder, spun him around and grinned. “Hey don't grab people. 's ru--”
To which he was met with a punch straight to his face. His nose started bleeding and he was pretty sure he bit down on his tongue or lip, because blood was also coming from his mouth. He yowled in pain and crumpled to the ground with the laugh of the two men echoing in his ears.
Luckily, the girls managed to escape during his time he distracted them and by the time Onas looked back up, they were gone. He spat blood out and then snorted, wiping his face on his hand.
“Hey, assface,” Onas spat out. The one who punched him turned from where he was standing, and Onas ran up to him and swung a fist as hard as he could. It landed with a thud and pain blossomed across his knuckles and down his arms. He didn't hiss out though. Instead he was punched in the stomach and practically thrown away.
Landing next to the broken spear, Onas got back to his feet after wheezing and coughing. The two guys were now approaching, both looking ready for trouble. Grabbing said spear, Onas prepared himself as best as he could. He remembered what was said during his 'training'. Feet apart, stay grounded. He held the off balanced spear in a comfortable way and smirked.
“Come at me.”
And they did, both men ran at Onas at the same time. Onas side stepped one and used the spear similar to a bat, swinging and landing a blow on the other's back, sending him toppling to the ground, face-first. He would have laughed, only the other guy was still on him and had Onas by a handful of hair. He used the butt of the spear and sent it backwards, hopefully into the other's side or stomach, something to get him to let go.
It worked.
The man let go and as soon as he did, Onas turned and smacked him across the face with the spear and then turned the point to the other one. He might have been tipsy, but he wasn't that far gone. The men realized this now.
Together they scrambled and stood together before starting to just walk away.
“That's right, you better run,” he muttered, spearing the ground beneath his feet and then used the spear to support his weight. It broke, finally, and Onas toppled to the ground with a surprised, pained noise.
Fighting with the spear that was broken and not his felt fun. It was so fun. The weight was good in his hand. Onas grinned to himself despite being in so much pain that he was pretty sure he was about to throw up.
Somehow the prentice got himself home, avoided his parents and just cleaned himself up as best as he could. He had a splinter in his hand but oddly, he didn't mind it.
“You know,” he told his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “You know, it was worth it. Fun and worth it.”
Already Onas could see his nose was probably broken, it looked not-straight. His lip had been split, upper and lower, from the punch and a bruise was forming on his face, creeping from jaw to nose since he was basically punched directly in the mouth. His teeth felt loose, too, he realized as he pushed his tongue against them.
“'f I had more training… I'd have done more..”
Onas had to practice now. He had to go buy himself a spear and find himself a teacher. There was no way he wasn't meant to use one. After all this time, Onas finally felt like he found his place in life and he was going to do everything in his power to keep it.
Word count: 1008
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