Post by Khasar on Aug 1, 2013 18:08:36 GMT -8
Name: Khasar Gei
Race: Human
Age: 16
Class: Mercenary
Appearance: Khasar would describe himself as almost startlingly good looking. He has long crimson hair, that in his opinion, cascades like water. His features, if you ask him, are the perfect combination of subtle and striking. He is also very fond of his body, being very lean but with muscles that suggest a power he prefers not to flaunt. That is, if you ask him.
Personality: Khasar has differing affects on people. Some find his optimistic view of even the worst situation as charming. Others find him annoyingly and unrealistically cheerful. He views most things as a simple joke. He has never in his life felt insulted. Except once when a man at a tavern called him boring, but he laughed it off. He's never met a Taguel, but looks forward to the chance. The only dragon he's ever met was incredibly kind to him and that's the impression the young man has of all dragons. As for his views on the world, he could care less. He likes being alive, so he'd rather the world stayed alive, but for the most part, eh. Live and let live.
Backstory: Khasar was born at a stop by a nomadic tribe called The Wolves. The wolves mostly patrolled an are in what is now southern Sacae. He was the first and only son of the chief. He was a very small baby, and no one believed he would live through his first night. No one but his parents that is, his father brought the tribe's shaman to read his sons signs no matter how inadvisable. He was born with a fistful of blood, signifying he would walk with violence his whole life. No one feared what that meant, since he was only supposed to live one night.
He however, only woke his parents up once. His father rushed to where he lay, terrified. Khasar was laughing. He was simply lying on his back, kicking his feet laughing. The next few years, Khasar never showed any sign of being sickly. He actually began to grow faster than the other children. Many were afraid that he would be angry, merciless, or bring pain upon the tribe. No idea ever seemed so foolish to his parents. He never said a bad word to anyone, and the only time he showed negative emotions were when he was sparring, which his father considered appropriate. He was stronger than the other boys, but always just a little bit slower.
He was in general happy. He thought he could continue his life content and peaceful. His father had a different idea. He'd left the tribe when he was fifteen, and thought it made him a better leader. So, he made Khasar do the same. Khasar wasn't angry however, he just shrugged and walked away. The world was open, and he was open to it.
Race: Human
Age: 16
Class: Mercenary
Appearance: Khasar would describe himself as almost startlingly good looking. He has long crimson hair, that in his opinion, cascades like water. His features, if you ask him, are the perfect combination of subtle and striking. He is also very fond of his body, being very lean but with muscles that suggest a power he prefers not to flaunt. That is, if you ask him.
Personality: Khasar has differing affects on people. Some find his optimistic view of even the worst situation as charming. Others find him annoyingly and unrealistically cheerful. He views most things as a simple joke. He has never in his life felt insulted. Except once when a man at a tavern called him boring, but he laughed it off. He's never met a Taguel, but looks forward to the chance. The only dragon he's ever met was incredibly kind to him and that's the impression the young man has of all dragons. As for his views on the world, he could care less. He likes being alive, so he'd rather the world stayed alive, but for the most part, eh. Live and let live.
Backstory: Khasar was born at a stop by a nomadic tribe called The Wolves. The wolves mostly patrolled an are in what is now southern Sacae. He was the first and only son of the chief. He was a very small baby, and no one believed he would live through his first night. No one but his parents that is, his father brought the tribe's shaman to read his sons signs no matter how inadvisable. He was born with a fistful of blood, signifying he would walk with violence his whole life. No one feared what that meant, since he was only supposed to live one night.
He however, only woke his parents up once. His father rushed to where he lay, terrified. Khasar was laughing. He was simply lying on his back, kicking his feet laughing. The next few years, Khasar never showed any sign of being sickly. He actually began to grow faster than the other children. Many were afraid that he would be angry, merciless, or bring pain upon the tribe. No idea ever seemed so foolish to his parents. He never said a bad word to anyone, and the only time he showed negative emotions were when he was sparring, which his father considered appropriate. He was stronger than the other boys, but always just a little bit slower.
He was in general happy. He thought he could continue his life content and peaceful. His father had a different idea. He'd left the tribe when he was fifteen, and thought it made him a better leader. So, he made Khasar do the same. Khasar wasn't angry however, he just shrugged and walked away. The world was open, and he was open to it.
