Hania, of The Hunters In Darkness Basic Information Race:Myrian Birthday & Age :Season of Summer, 42nd Day, 483av (27yrs old) Gender:Male Living Expense: Poor Physical Description 175 pounds of quiet, well contained, rage. Unlike many Myrians Han is on the shorter side measuring in at 5’6” on a good day, 5’4” every other day. His uncharacteristic height is further offset by solid arms and legs where chords of thick muscle run rampant under skin that does not even hint at the untapped strength. Likewise his chest and abdomen do not follow the standard V cut of Myrian warriors. Instead it remains stalwart, lean, well toned, and trim. Having looked like an “easy” challenge his whole life Han bears the scars of countless fights with childhood bullies, to battlefield encounters, most extensively on his hands. From forearm to elbow, and knee to shin, also have a scattered array of light scaring though most of those are hidden under extensive Myrian tattooing. Possibly the most distinct feature one would notice first is Hania’s one pearly blue eye. Once he bore a set of beautifully green eyes, dappled with brown, but after a particularly nasty fight with an encroaching Zith slaver the right side of his face was scarred and his eye affected as well. He still has full use of his eye except during dusk and dawn, where he is unable to focus his sight on anything, and life becomes a blur of colors. He wears his dark brown hair to shoulder length down the middle usually kept in a tail, or braid, and moderately cropped on the side of his head. He’s formed a ring of eagle feathers that he wears in his hair most of the time. Other trophies, trinkets, and rare items have been turned into jewelry or clothing and each bearing extreme sentimental value and a unique story. When applicable, which is usually when he’s in town, Han prefers the baggy pants worn during the fire dance and shabby shirts mostly because they hide his failed past which is detailed in his tattoos. Otherwise he can be found in a leather vest, if anything at all, and ¾ length trousers; along with his usual assortment of kit, and adornments. Character Concept Few things in Hania’s life are as solid as his belief in adaptability. He continually studies himself each day in order to better adapt who he is, to what’s around him. Perhaps one of the most noticeable traits he applies this to is social interaction. Han prefers to listen when given the chance but blathering on isn’t beyond his ability, when he needs to be heard for whatever reason. He likes to tell children stories his elders told him, to teach people what he knows, and have rambling conversations over a cup of mead, or liquor; and the occasional joke isn’t to be left out either. What he does talk of tends to be philosophical in nature only because it is such a foreign concept for him. War, fighting, crafting, strategy, they all come as easily to Han as walking and he has no interest in discussing things already well known to him. Even though Han sometimes thinks outside of his comfort zone he is practical and efficient to the core. When he sets off to do something he does it right the first time and might consider doing it again just to be sure. Nothing goes to waist if he can help it, he might spend three or four days in the jungle farming a single kill if it’s big enough. When he hunts he leaves no room for mercy or sport, a far contrast to what he used to be like. He abides by Taloba’s few laws so long as everyone else does; the cost of his retribution is more than the offender can pay. He is kind enough as far as Myrians go though short of friends and family, yet this does not deter him. Emotions are usually kept close to his chest leaving the blank craggy face in a perpetual half frown. Like the Tigers, Hania harbors not a single drop of fear in his body even if he stood toe to toe with Myri; but he is wise enough to respect and adhere to his people’s customs. He doesn’t back down unless he is literally commanded to by a superior, and when he serves someone his loyalty is downright unshakable. Character History Some say it is better to be lucky, than good. Hania is one of these people. When he was a child Han struggled to keep on even ground with other, taller, kids his own age and sometimes younger. There were stretches of days where a tussle happened at least once if not multiple times. To further his tribulations Han’s family grandmother took a particular disliking to him because of his father. His mother’s side of the family were die hard militants where more than half made a career out of serving. However Han’s father lost the use of one leg when he angered a Tiger Cub, before he’d served his three years. So all the frustration from the family matriarch, and his mother’s own aggravation at her husband, all settled on Han’s shoulders. He jokes that the pressure is what kept him from growing to the height he should have. However, in early years, Han had an unwavering ability to find the silver lining of everything and instead of folding under severe expectancies he used them as motivation. The scuffles began to dwindle as Han became more adept at fighting and lost the childish fear of hurting someone else. By 14 there wasn’t anyone in his age bracket that hadn’t learned their lessons when it came to harassing him. Even though his father needed a crutch to walk he kept a close relationship with Han, often taking him into the jungle and divulging all the information he knew about it. Everything, every challenge that was put before Han was eagerly tackled and quickly mastered. At 16 Hania was making trips into the deep jungle with older teens hunting for bloodbill, and Charodae. Try as he might to prove himself worthy of his grandmother’s name she wouldn’t see reason, and by the time of her death the damage had become irreversible. The whole extent of his family merely tolerated him, even his sisters and younger brother reflected the minimal acknowledgment of him. Even his countless hours practicing his war dance, and the fire dance did nothing for them The very minute he could Han started his term of service in the military, and things began to change. His zeal to improve himself impressed the officers, and his loyalty to the friends he made quickly positioned him as “Invaluable”. The sure sign of a bright future in the military came when he impressed on his first Tiger, Kita. Everything was looking better, his family started to encourage him, he was almost done climbing up from the bottom of the well. A Kelvic guardian the new family matriarch had approached him, an eagle, and she quickly became a pillar of his life. When he reached 23 his father died of complications caused by his leg and just after his mother was eaten by a Dhani. Heartbroken and enraged into a blood frenzy Hania thundered away on Kita, in search of the Dhani, the Kelvic eagle soaring at his side. The might of all he learned from father, fighting, and the military was brought to bear and the Dhani’s fate was sealed. However his Kelvic companion was fatally wounded in the fight with the giant snake, and his Tiger, Kita, thrown to one side and impaled on a dead log. Fate it seemed to have come back with vengeance. It was that day Han lost his faith in the gods, when all he had earned through hard work and perseverance was taken away in six minutes time. He cut his mother out of the snake’s belly, took two ribs and two teeth from the snake, and left the rest of the corpse to rot in the sun, not even worthy to eat. It took him a week to carry all three bodies back to Taloba where Kita and his mother were set alight, and he buried the Kelvic after taking some of her feathers. Even though he single-handedly killed a constrictor Dhani he lost a Tiger and his family matriarch’s guardian. There was no rebuilding the praise and acceptance he had earned from his family. To this day his little brother will not talk to him and only one of his sisters allows him to stay with her new family if it’s raining and he happens to be in town. Ashamed of himself and ashamed to have embarrassed his family Hania cut his hair short. It is still longer than a slave’s hair because he is Myrian and because he hasn’t given up. There is enough fight in his heart to last him several lifetimes. Han retreated to the jungle where he hunts and giving everything, save what he eats, back to Taloba. Along with his hunting Han patrols the northern pass when in the area, watches the east dock on occasion, tracks down and dispatches any intruders he may happen across. Many say that Hania is running away from his mistakes, his past, he has his own opinion on the matter but will admit that he is mastering control of his temper. Training Tracking +10 (Racial Bonus) +3 Hunting +7 +3 Wilderness Survival (Forest) +13 +1 Brawling +5 Unarmed Combat +5 Daggers (Tamo)+5 Half Spear +15 +2 Interrogation +2 Herbalism +1 Plant Identification +1 Lore Knowledge of Taloba Knowledge of Wilderness Survival Equipment and Possessions Half Spear +1gm Tamo +20gm Survival Kit (Starting Package) :
Leather Vest (Starting Package) Pants (Starting Package) Leather Belt (Starting Package) Water Skin (Starting Package) Ledger +100 Mizas (Starting Package) +500 Mizas (No Cottage) Total: 200 Bikka After Expenses and Living Costs -21gm -45gm -45gm for Living Conditions New Total: 163 Bikka Thread List
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