Kadrath/Uruk Onktaka
Race: Mixed Blood
Age/Birthday: 45 years old, 86th of Winter, 467 AV
Gender: Male
Appearance: 7’, 220 lbs
Dark Indigo skin, bald and ice blue eyes.
Evantia Gnosis. Burning blue flame on the back of the neck.
Rath wears clothing that covers him from neck to toes along with thick gauntlets. Because he works with the large and savage Karabash hunting dogs, Jubatus hunting cats, and assorted animals, it’s a necessary precaution. This garb has a secret second purpose of hiding his gills, predominant scales and webbed fingers from prying eyes. His tunic is colored a deeper shade of indigo than his skin tone and he wears thick protective boots. Only Rath’s parents have ever seen him in his natural Akontak state. When revealed, his scales portray every purple hue from lavender to deepest violet with the smallest tinge of midnight blue. There are gill slits on his neck and opalescent scales adorning his neck, shoulders, and forearms along with distinctive webbing between his fingers. He’s average height and weight for an Akontak, so he’s a little thinner and a little shorter than the average Akalak, but not enough to cause suspicion. Rath carries his Lakan on him at all times.
Languages:
1. Tukant, Fluent
2. Konti, Basic
3. Common, Basic
Skills:
Veterinarian/ Animal Husbandry 26/100 (26 from SP)
Unarmed Combat/Martial Arts 14/100 (14 from SP)
Armed Combat (Lakan) 5/100 (5 from SP)
Hunting 5/100 (5 from SP)
Auristics 10/100 (RB)
Lores:
Underwater breathing, two souls, infravision (RB)
Lore of an Affinity for animals (SP)
Lore of Denying who you really are (SP)
Character Concept:
Kadrath is a very self contained and confident man. He believes that acquiring knowledge is as important as physical training. Balance, honor and discipline are the core of his beliefs. Rath would like to work at the Sanctuary as a Veterinarian and Trainer.
It was an old story between the two, with Uruk wanting veterinary knowledge of animals, while Rath honed in on training the cats and dogs to replace weakness with discipline. Kadrath is a determined perfectionist with a strong sense of discipline, while Uruk has mother issues and wants to cure weakness, injuries or sickness in any way. Kadrath became more compassionate to the injured and sick, mute beasts that stoically bore their injuries. This early beginning was the foundation of the men they would become.
They keep a loyal canine companion by their side while they work. The dog’s presence helps Rath to keep Uruk’s more violent outbursts at bay. Uruk admires the pure, raw, instinctive nature of a beast’s strength, and their tendency to kill off the weak or sick of their own kind.
Uruk is a prideful soul who revels in his birthright, showing no mercy in word or deed to people. However, Kadrath believes that being Akontak should be earned by wisdom, discipline and strength of body and mind. In the eternal struggle of the souls within, Kadrath does his best to keep a tight reign over his twin, but all it takes is the presence of a female, to bring out the Oedipus complex in Uruk.
Both parents worked intensely to train and channel the discipline and raw emotion in equal measure. Rath’s father is a renown breeder of the biggest, fiercest, hunting dogs and cats in all of the Cyphrus region, and his reputation is legend. This is why he embraces the more disciplined side of Kadrath. Drathgon fostered and continues to encourage Kadrath in unarmed combat, weapons training, hunting and martial arts. He plays a key role in instilling the wisdom in harnessing his son’s strength of body and mind.
Kadrath’s mother, Kaslima is Drathgon’s favorite breeder for her Auristic and physical strengths. She is an intuitive healer with the amazing ability to find weakness in any and every living beast, human or animal. This is why she fosters the more intuitive side of Uruk, because he inherited this trait from her. Kaslima took Uruk under her wing and continues to nurture the emotional, feeling (though admittedly more volatile) side of her son, broadening his mind to philosophies and perceiving physical and emotional weaknesses.
Because of this unique, one sided training by both parents concentrating on only one half each, they have brought their collective son to the highest attainment of physical, emotional and intellectual prowess that they possibly can.
History:
Parents: Drathgon Onktaka and Kaslima, deceased brother Athkam.
Kadrath was second born son of Drathgon. Kaslima was an exemplary Nakivak who bore not one, but two sons to Drathgon within ten years of each other. This in turn raised both his and his father’s status. Although it was a rare occurrence, he allowed himself a fondness for the incredibly strong and maternal Konti and continues to monopolize her contracts to this day. Sadly Athkam didn’t survive his Rite of Trial and it’s a forbidden subject to mention.
Drathgon was out on a Zith raiding party when Kadrath was born, so his son was left completely to his mother’s care. Kaslima gave birth to a white haired, indigo skinned son which she loved most deeply. He didn’t suckle as strongly as an Akalak son should and it worried her that he was so sickly. She knew it was the price of being born Akontak, but it didn’t allay her fears that he wouldn’t survive until his father’s arrival.
Kaslima’s fears should have been more for herself, than for her son. At the tender age of one week, Kadrath fought off a deep, wracking cough and burning fever, only nursing fitfully in short spurts. His tiny fists clenched and his icy blue eyes turned into a poisonous shade of green. He saw the bright red aura, the weakness of a half-mended break on her collar bone. The darker half, Uruk, burst forth in a fury and savaged Kaslima’s left shoulder with his few tiny teeth and all the strength his little hands could muster. The shocked mother wrestled and finally stopped the vicious attack, throwing the child from her. Uruk screamed his rage at the Konti, that she was not fully healed enough to bear his ‘weaker half,’ or to give Kadrath the strength he needed. Had he not come forth when he did, Kadrath would surely have died. Her shoulder was still brittle and the harsh birthing had taken away from the healing process. This in turn made her milk lack the full colostrum the sickly baby Akontak needed most. Uruk would not stand weakness in anyone—especially from the one who bore him.
Just chimes after Uruk’s brutal emergence, Drathgon arrived to find his badly injured woman and their screaming, white haired, newborn son both spattered in macabre crimson.
The stunned father acted quickly in calling the healers to tend to his injured woman and held his squalling son for the first time. His features warred with both worry for Kaslima and pride for the war-like Akontak son. He’d never seen a dark soul manifest so quickly and the white hair gave evidence of his special blood. Drathgon brought Kadrath to a wet nurse in impeccable health until his mother healed completely. Since that fateful day, Rath has never been left alone with his mother. As much as Kadrath cared for her, Uruk did not and he didn’t keep his hostility a secret.
Shortly after Uruk’s emergence, Wysar appeared to Drathgon and warned him to conceal his son or the baby would die. The reluctant parents complied with the God’s wishes, keeping their Akontak son shaved bald and heavily garbed. When Rath was only three, an Akontak newborn kidnapping robbed an Akalak of his precious son. A decade later, they found his mutilated body and another Akontak child was stolen. Twenty years later, they found the missing Akontak girl dead alongside her disturbed kidnapper. She was a Konti midwife gone mad with trying to hypnotize new mothers into giving her their Akontak children to claim them as her own. Her misuse of Magic was too much for her fragile mind and in the end, madness was her own self-induced destruction. **
A relentless series of childhood illnesses wracked Kadrath’s childhood. Fevers, weakness, and bone jarring aches kept him nearly chained to a sickbed for the first nine years of life. This past deeply shaped his darker half to become intolerant of sickness or weakness in any form.
As if to make up for the decade long weakness, he threw himself into training with an avid fervor. Granted, Akalak boyhood training is far from easy, but Rath pushed himself beyond the norm, to prove to Wysar that he was strong and deserved his blood right.
The Rite of Trial
To make up for an entire childhood of sickness, the young boy trained harder each day. He was always a little thinner, a little shorter than his Akalak peer group. Rath’s height and weight were just enough for teasing, but not so much that he appeared noticeably different from other kids his age. Thanks to the dangers of working in his father’s profession, his physical anomalies of gills, scales and webbed fingers were efficiently hidden without comment.
As much as he enjoyed the sheer physical prowess of a growing teenage strength, logic and strategy held an almost equal appeal. Uruk could be relied on to find weakness and did so with deadly accuracy. This paired with Rath’s weapons and hunting discipline, made for a memorable Rite of Trial.
Syna arrived in a brilliant and fiery crimson hue as if to portend the bloodshed that would soon follow. It was an average group of boys that went out that day. They numbered three boys, which was deemed more than enough to take out a full pack of Glassbeaks with ease. They searched for half a day and finally found a single, vicious old male instead of the pack they’d been looking for. Deciding between them, they drove several arrows to within inches of the wily old, grey feathered Glassbeak, herding it into a frenzy of rage. The old predator was slaughtered in mere chimes, leaving the boys with a rush of adrenaline. Unfortunately, one of them discovered his darker soul at that time and attacked his hunting party with ferocious brutality. Kadrath and the other fifteen year old managed to kill the raging young Akalak to desperately preserve their own hides. While one father mourned the loss of his son, Drathgon couldn’t be more proud of his. Despite being a little shorter and a little less muscled, Kadrath earned his Rite of Trial as any other Akalak would. Today, he still keeps a single glass claw as a memento of the occasion. It’s a not so subtle reminder to Uruk that Rath had full control that day.
Rite of Manhood
Rath’s Rite of Manhood started with Uruk’s stern eye. This of course made perfect sense with his unerring ability to find weakness, regardless of how small it was. Wysar smiled upon them that day, as he stumbled across a young Zith out with her pet slave.
Stormy green eyes assessed the creature’s youth and her scrawny male slave. Two large and immediate weaknesses. He knew they brought up their pet slaves to play in the grass like puppies—especially the young/stupid Zith. Her youthful wings would hold no stamina to fly and keep up their own weight for very long. Also, they attached too much importance to mere slaves and would defend the useless waste of space.
The useless waste of space was dutifully carrying the Zith’s bow and a full quiver of arrows while he enjoyed some time topside. Uruk crouched, tense and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The stupid human needed to move just a few more paces from the Zith hovering above him. With infinite patience, he watched the pair for half a bell, waiting and watching from the cover of tall grasses. The Zith’s wing beat slowed noticeably and her exhaustion grew more evident.
Rath’s icy blue eyes frosted over and he moved swiftly. With perfect timing, he sprang on the slave with rapid strides and charged with his Lakan bared. In a single stroke, the Akontak sliced the top half of the man into diagonal sides, and grabbed the bow from his lifeless hand. Abruptly the Zith screamed and flew at him in retribution, so he stayed crouched for the briefest chime longer. The moment her wings began their down stroke to change direction, he lunged upward. The Lakan severed most of the beast’s left wing and neatly sheared off her left leg as well. Uruk swung up and relieved her body of its head as both pieces crashed to the earth, lifeless. Triumphantly, Kadrath returned home with his bloody Lakan and a Zith head, to celebrate his thirtieth birthday.
Race: Mixed Blood
Age/Birthday: 45 years old, 86th of Winter, 467 AV
Gender: Male
Appearance: 7’, 220 lbs
Dark Indigo skin, bald and ice blue eyes.
Evantia Gnosis. Burning blue flame on the back of the neck.
Rath wears clothing that covers him from neck to toes along with thick gauntlets. Because he works with the large and savage Karabash hunting dogs, Jubatus hunting cats, and assorted animals, it’s a necessary precaution. This garb has a secret second purpose of hiding his gills, predominant scales and webbed fingers from prying eyes. His tunic is colored a deeper shade of indigo than his skin tone and he wears thick protective boots. Only Rath’s parents have ever seen him in his natural Akontak state. When revealed, his scales portray every purple hue from lavender to deepest violet with the smallest tinge of midnight blue. There are gill slits on his neck and opalescent scales adorning his neck, shoulders, and forearms along with distinctive webbing between his fingers. He’s average height and weight for an Akontak, so he’s a little thinner and a little shorter than the average Akalak, but not enough to cause suspicion. Rath carries his Lakan on him at all times.
Languages:
1. Tukant, Fluent
2. Konti, Basic
3. Common, Basic
Skills:
Veterinarian/ Animal Husbandry 26/100 (26 from SP)
Unarmed Combat/Martial Arts 14/100 (14 from SP)
Armed Combat (Lakan) 5/100 (5 from SP)
Hunting 5/100 (5 from SP)
Auristics 10/100 (RB)
Lores:
Underwater breathing, two souls, infravision (RB)
Lore of an Affinity for animals (SP)
Lore of Denying who you really are (SP)
Character Concept:
Kadrath is a very self contained and confident man. He believes that acquiring knowledge is as important as physical training. Balance, honor and discipline are the core of his beliefs. Rath would like to work at the Sanctuary as a Veterinarian and Trainer.
It was an old story between the two, with Uruk wanting veterinary knowledge of animals, while Rath honed in on training the cats and dogs to replace weakness with discipline. Kadrath is a determined perfectionist with a strong sense of discipline, while Uruk has mother issues and wants to cure weakness, injuries or sickness in any way. Kadrath became more compassionate to the injured and sick, mute beasts that stoically bore their injuries. This early beginning was the foundation of the men they would become.
They keep a loyal canine companion by their side while they work. The dog’s presence helps Rath to keep Uruk’s more violent outbursts at bay. Uruk admires the pure, raw, instinctive nature of a beast’s strength, and their tendency to kill off the weak or sick of their own kind.
Uruk is a prideful soul who revels in his birthright, showing no mercy in word or deed to people. However, Kadrath believes that being Akontak should be earned by wisdom, discipline and strength of body and mind. In the eternal struggle of the souls within, Kadrath does his best to keep a tight reign over his twin, but all it takes is the presence of a female, to bring out the Oedipus complex in Uruk.
Both parents worked intensely to train and channel the discipline and raw emotion in equal measure. Rath’s father is a renown breeder of the biggest, fiercest, hunting dogs and cats in all of the Cyphrus region, and his reputation is legend. This is why he embraces the more disciplined side of Kadrath. Drathgon fostered and continues to encourage Kadrath in unarmed combat, weapons training, hunting and martial arts. He plays a key role in instilling the wisdom in harnessing his son’s strength of body and mind.
Kadrath’s mother, Kaslima is Drathgon’s favorite breeder for her Auristic and physical strengths. She is an intuitive healer with the amazing ability to find weakness in any and every living beast, human or animal. This is why she fosters the more intuitive side of Uruk, because he inherited this trait from her. Kaslima took Uruk under her wing and continues to nurture the emotional, feeling (though admittedly more volatile) side of her son, broadening his mind to philosophies and perceiving physical and emotional weaknesses.
Because of this unique, one sided training by both parents concentrating on only one half each, they have brought their collective son to the highest attainment of physical, emotional and intellectual prowess that they possibly can.
History:
Parents: Drathgon Onktaka and Kaslima, deceased brother Athkam.
Kadrath was second born son of Drathgon. Kaslima was an exemplary Nakivak who bore not one, but two sons to Drathgon within ten years of each other. This in turn raised both his and his father’s status. Although it was a rare occurrence, he allowed himself a fondness for the incredibly strong and maternal Konti and continues to monopolize her contracts to this day. Sadly Athkam didn’t survive his Rite of Trial and it’s a forbidden subject to mention.
Drathgon was out on a Zith raiding party when Kadrath was born, so his son was left completely to his mother’s care. Kaslima gave birth to a white haired, indigo skinned son which she loved most deeply. He didn’t suckle as strongly as an Akalak son should and it worried her that he was so sickly. She knew it was the price of being born Akontak, but it didn’t allay her fears that he wouldn’t survive until his father’s arrival.
Kaslima’s fears should have been more for herself, than for her son. At the tender age of one week, Kadrath fought off a deep, wracking cough and burning fever, only nursing fitfully in short spurts. His tiny fists clenched and his icy blue eyes turned into a poisonous shade of green. He saw the bright red aura, the weakness of a half-mended break on her collar bone. The darker half, Uruk, burst forth in a fury and savaged Kaslima’s left shoulder with his few tiny teeth and all the strength his little hands could muster. The shocked mother wrestled and finally stopped the vicious attack, throwing the child from her. Uruk screamed his rage at the Konti, that she was not fully healed enough to bear his ‘weaker half,’ or to give Kadrath the strength he needed. Had he not come forth when he did, Kadrath would surely have died. Her shoulder was still brittle and the harsh birthing had taken away from the healing process. This in turn made her milk lack the full colostrum the sickly baby Akontak needed most. Uruk would not stand weakness in anyone—especially from the one who bore him.
Just chimes after Uruk’s brutal emergence, Drathgon arrived to find his badly injured woman and their screaming, white haired, newborn son both spattered in macabre crimson.
The stunned father acted quickly in calling the healers to tend to his injured woman and held his squalling son for the first time. His features warred with both worry for Kaslima and pride for the war-like Akontak son. He’d never seen a dark soul manifest so quickly and the white hair gave evidence of his special blood. Drathgon brought Kadrath to a wet nurse in impeccable health until his mother healed completely. Since that fateful day, Rath has never been left alone with his mother. As much as Kadrath cared for her, Uruk did not and he didn’t keep his hostility a secret.
Shortly after Uruk’s emergence, Wysar appeared to Drathgon and warned him to conceal his son or the baby would die. The reluctant parents complied with the God’s wishes, keeping their Akontak son shaved bald and heavily garbed. When Rath was only three, an Akontak newborn kidnapping robbed an Akalak of his precious son. A decade later, they found his mutilated body and another Akontak child was stolen. Twenty years later, they found the missing Akontak girl dead alongside her disturbed kidnapper. She was a Konti midwife gone mad with trying to hypnotize new mothers into giving her their Akontak children to claim them as her own. Her misuse of Magic was too much for her fragile mind and in the end, madness was her own self-induced destruction. **
A relentless series of childhood illnesses wracked Kadrath’s childhood. Fevers, weakness, and bone jarring aches kept him nearly chained to a sickbed for the first nine years of life. This past deeply shaped his darker half to become intolerant of sickness or weakness in any form.
As if to make up for the decade long weakness, he threw himself into training with an avid fervor. Granted, Akalak boyhood training is far from easy, but Rath pushed himself beyond the norm, to prove to Wysar that he was strong and deserved his blood right.
The Rite of Trial
To make up for an entire childhood of sickness, the young boy trained harder each day. He was always a little thinner, a little shorter than his Akalak peer group. Rath’s height and weight were just enough for teasing, but not so much that he appeared noticeably different from other kids his age. Thanks to the dangers of working in his father’s profession, his physical anomalies of gills, scales and webbed fingers were efficiently hidden without comment.
As much as he enjoyed the sheer physical prowess of a growing teenage strength, logic and strategy held an almost equal appeal. Uruk could be relied on to find weakness and did so with deadly accuracy. This paired with Rath’s weapons and hunting discipline, made for a memorable Rite of Trial.
Syna arrived in a brilliant and fiery crimson hue as if to portend the bloodshed that would soon follow. It was an average group of boys that went out that day. They numbered three boys, which was deemed more than enough to take out a full pack of Glassbeaks with ease. They searched for half a day and finally found a single, vicious old male instead of the pack they’d been looking for. Deciding between them, they drove several arrows to within inches of the wily old, grey feathered Glassbeak, herding it into a frenzy of rage. The old predator was slaughtered in mere chimes, leaving the boys with a rush of adrenaline. Unfortunately, one of them discovered his darker soul at that time and attacked his hunting party with ferocious brutality. Kadrath and the other fifteen year old managed to kill the raging young Akalak to desperately preserve their own hides. While one father mourned the loss of his son, Drathgon couldn’t be more proud of his. Despite being a little shorter and a little less muscled, Kadrath earned his Rite of Trial as any other Akalak would. Today, he still keeps a single glass claw as a memento of the occasion. It’s a not so subtle reminder to Uruk that Rath had full control that day.
Rite of Manhood
Rath’s Rite of Manhood started with Uruk’s stern eye. This of course made perfect sense with his unerring ability to find weakness, regardless of how small it was. Wysar smiled upon them that day, as he stumbled across a young Zith out with her pet slave.
Stormy green eyes assessed the creature’s youth and her scrawny male slave. Two large and immediate weaknesses. He knew they brought up their pet slaves to play in the grass like puppies—especially the young/stupid Zith. Her youthful wings would hold no stamina to fly and keep up their own weight for very long. Also, they attached too much importance to mere slaves and would defend the useless waste of space.
The useless waste of space was dutifully carrying the Zith’s bow and a full quiver of arrows while he enjoyed some time topside. Uruk crouched, tense and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The stupid human needed to move just a few more paces from the Zith hovering above him. With infinite patience, he watched the pair for half a bell, waiting and watching from the cover of tall grasses. The Zith’s wing beat slowed noticeably and her exhaustion grew more evident.
Rath’s icy blue eyes frosted over and he moved swiftly. With perfect timing, he sprang on the slave with rapid strides and charged with his Lakan bared. In a single stroke, the Akontak sliced the top half of the man into diagonal sides, and grabbed the bow from his lifeless hand. Abruptly the Zith screamed and flew at him in retribution, so he stayed crouched for the briefest chime longer. The moment her wings began their down stroke to change direction, he lunged upward. The Lakan severed most of the beast’s left wing and neatly sheared off her left leg as well. Uruk swung up and relieved her body of its head as both pieces crashed to the earth, lifeless. Triumphantly, Kadrath returned home with his bloody Lakan and a Zith head, to celebrate his thirtieth birthday.
(When Rath speaks and when Uruk speaks.)
