Name:
Ti'Ilmaar Khosak*
Age:
25
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Personality/Ideals:
Ti'Ilmaar, or Ti(Tea) if a firm believer of being able to take care of himself and that others should be able to take care of themselves. Living most of his life in the harsh winters of Northern Reach, he is a sound survivalist and worthy warrior. Much of his views are similar to those of the Ah'nur, for they took him and his mother in when he was a baby.
Ti'Ilmaar has a wide range of emotions, and if you've spent time with him long enough, you're sure to have seen all of them. He is open about his feelings and believes it is weak to not express them. Sadness, something most find difficult to express, is best laid out in front of everyone. Being able to freely express your emotions would gain you Ti's respect.
Ti also knows when things need to be done and doesn't hesitate to do what has to happen. Hesitation is weakness. Some would also say Ti'Ilmaar is as open as a book. He doesn't hide his feelings from people. If he doesn't like you, you will know. Ti expects his allies to be the same with him.
Religion: Leave empty for Ah'nur, coming up for them.
Allegiance:
He takes care of himself. He sees no need to be in an allegiance with anyone.
Arima Status:
Awakened. He has been wielding it since a young age, and has grown stronger with it.
Standard Loadout:
Ti carries with him a few weapons and survival supplies with him. His weapons include two axes, a sword, and a bow with a quiver of arrows. These weapons are his specialty. In his supplies he carries food, first aid, and some miscellaneous supplies that might come in handy.
Ti also wear light armor so he won't be slowed down by what he's wearing. He's a fast individual in battle. The material his armor is made of is flexible, and offers some pretty good protection, although not ideal for war or repeated heavy blows.
Skills & Expertise: What is your character good at?
Hunting: Ti'Ilmaar is skilled at hunting game, and those skills also transfer over to hunting or simply finding people.
Fighting: Ti was taught how to fight by the Ah'nur. He learned from them well, and is one of the best fighters in his adoptive clan.
Cooking: Believe it or not, Ti'Ilmaar's mother taught him how to cook many An'hur and some human foods. He can't cook much, but is an expert at cooking what he knows how to.
Translator: Ti'Ilmaar's mother taught him how to speak the languages of humans to her full extent. The main language being English. Well versed in English and the Ah'nur language, Ti'Ilmaar often times finds himself to be a translator for humans and An'hur traveling in the Northern Reach.
Aid: Ti is able to patch up wounds pretty well. Hunting doesn't always go as planned, and past mistakes have made him well versed in patching up.
Backstory:
Ti'Ilmaar, who is human, was given the Ah'nur name because his mother thought it would be best if he was fully integrated into the An'hur lifestyle. His mother was on the run from something. That's all she would tell him. If it wasn't for one helpful An'hur, she would be dead. He never heard this An'hur's name.
As Ti'Ilmaar grew, the Ah'nur in his clan began to love him. He proved himself time and time again to be a worthy clan member. Ti'Ilmaar learned from his mother that the clan was kind enough to do something no other clan would. Take in a human. Especially one bearing child.
Ti'Ilmaar never encountered another human until he was 14 years old. It was a search party for a missing child of a noble. Ti'Ilmaar was cautious at first, but they didn't know he was in a An'hur clan so that made them trust the lone child easily. He tried to help them as best as he could, joining them and using his skills to find the boy. Unfortunately, the boy had fallen into a stream not far away and drowned.
Ti'Ilmaar's second encounter wasn't as peaceful. A group of human bandits had found the Clan and tried to raid them. Ti'Ilmaar and many others stood against the invading force and killed every single one of them. Ti'Ilmaar's mother perished in the quarrel. Ti'Ilmaar was 21.
After his mother's death, Ti'Ilmaar wanted nothing but to kill those that they captured. The Ah'nur stopped him from doing so, as their laws made them vote on the punishment of the offenders. The vote had to be unanimous. Killing them was outnumbered by 3 hands. Instead they were set to the clan's hard labor. A slow torture. The remaining men died within a year.
Ti'Ilmaar is now one of the most respected individuals in his clan for rising up and defending the clan from his own kind. Ti'Ilmaar's brother often corrects the Ah'nur when they call him human. He tells them he is just as Ah'nur as them.
Sample:
"Iskaana(quiet), Ti'Ilmaar" said a hushed voice as two figures tiptoed through the freshly snowed-in forest. Some light flakes still landed on Ti'Ilmaar's head. His braided hair was filled with them. Ti'Ilmaar's bow was notched and ready to fire at the now lone and grazing Anthragon. A deer-like creature. Falekna, Ti'Ilmaar's Ah'nur brother, looked at the Anthragon and smiled. "Vi'n kasa ipo'ro D'uur(It is a big one). E'di usu ik su'hu(We feast well tonight)! He exclaimed quietly.
Ti'Ilmaar smiled and got ready to fire. "Set, In, D'uur(Three, two, one)." He let the arrow fly from his bow. It let out a short whistle through the air as the Anthragon began turning it's head to them. Before it could react, the arrow pierced it in the eye and it went limp. Falekna watched eagerly as the Anthragon lay on the ground, not moving.
"Ik iqir, Mei-Sahii(Well done, brother)!" Falekna said as he rushed to the deer. Ti'Ilmaar followed shortly. Falekna pulled the arrow out of the eye, the arrowhead covered in blood. He handed it to Ti'Ilmaar, who proceeded to wipe it on his clothes and examine if it was good for another use. It was well enough, so it went into the quiver. "Mea U'iju. Lek na re'ala buhur ca'la(Fine job. Help me take it back home)." Ti-Ilmaar pushed his brother to the side playfully.
"Za noora za ei ip'soola din a'kha(As long as I present the head)!" He said and grabbed one of the horns. Falekna laughed and nodded in agreement as he grabbed on of the legs. They proceeded to go back in the directoin of their home, holding the Anthragon as a trophy of their travels.
*
Khosak = Human
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