AppearanceRace: Myrian (Ghost)
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Birthday: 1st Day of Spring, 328AV
Death: 373AV
Re-Awakened: 10th Day of Summer, 513AV
Birthplace: Falyndar
Khasar is tall, like most Myrians, with dark eyes and deep tan skin. She was a conqueror, a warrior, and as such she is fit and covered in a white skeletal tattoo. She is decorated with the bones of slain leaders and kings to honor her Goddess, Myri and to strike fear into her foes. Her dark red hair drapes to her mid back. It is hidden, mainly, by her iconic bone helmet carved from her first great hunt. Unlike other Myrians, she prides in armor. A piecemail cluster of trophies and woven leather that gives her a barbarian appeal.
But most of this has been lost in her undeath. Though many of her prominant characterists are faded from the soulmist, she still gives off a powerful vibe of strength and willpower. A mighty force to be reckoned with. And at some times, you can depict the details of her family heirloom that hangs around her neck. One of her most prized possessions.
Character ConceptStrength or death, that is your way...
Ever since she was little, Khasar would always strive for more. Dazzeled by what was out there - what adventures and challenges awaited. It was this that made her an odd ball, because she was one of the few who wanted to migrate and explore.
She is a natural leader, confident and proud. An ego that has gotten her and those around her into trouble more than once. A mindset that has stemmed from her cultures belief that women must rule. That they must be strong. She has pushed herself so far to prove to not just others, but herself that she is capable. That she is good enough. She believes that winning the attention and blessing from Myri herself, would show everyone that she truly is Myrian and powerful.
Unfortunantly, her toughness has made her a blunt and edgy person. She is not warm hearted, she does not sympathize, she respects. To be respected by her is to be in her good graces.
But not being a personable being doesn't undermind the fact that she does have passion. And she does enjoy her once homestead cultures of dance and music. She spent most of her non-combat time drinking, watching dancers and being envious of their comfort to perform.
Character HistoryKhasar always believed that life was made to grow and live. And that by not taking advantage of it, you were not doing life respect. She pushed her people to look outward. To take new lands and venture outside of Falyndar, but they refused. She stubburnly argued against them and they intern kicked her out of their tribe. Those whom felt the same as her, followed.
So she set out to conquer and build. Spent several years traveling and fighting - carving out lands from neighboring races. She soon amassed enough people to make her own tribe. Built one of the strongest armies in Western Mizahar. Only to fall into insanity of battle and blood thirst.
At the hight of her power, she built a great castle in the thick rainforests of Falyndar. Just south of its northern border.
Her people would line the halls with bones of slain enemies. Pull the leader of her enemies to the foot of her throne and dismember them. Eating the bodies and drenching the floors with blood. Khasar would take the skull of the leader and drink the blood from it like a goblet. This became legend as well as her powerful success. Her castle became known as the City of Death. This is when she was first given her name, Khasar, Blood Queen.
But with success comes fear and intern her greatest strength became her downfall. One person rose to power to fight her. Gathered the best assassins and killers and worked with other Myrians to stop her.
Khasar invited the White Water tribe for a feast and celebration. Tried to make allys with her past. But little did she know, the White Water tribe snuck in her nemesis, Wolf and his men. Gave them Myrian outfits to disguise themselves and walked into the City of Death.
And during the great drink and dance, they killed their host. Slayed Khasar with her own legendary blade. And destroyed her castle.
She lay with death for a hundred years before being awoken. By whom or why, she does not know. Her body has decade. Her people are gone. The once powerful fortress and halls in ruin. Buried in rubble and overgrowth. Forgotten by Mizahar.
LanguageFluent Language: Myrian
Basic Language: Common
Poor Language: Vani
SkillsSkill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
Materialization | 10RB, 30SP | 40 | Competent |
Possession | 10 SP | 10 | Novice |
Soulmist Projection | 30 SP | 30 | Competent |
LoresLore of Weakness in Chainmail
Lore of Deity Myri
Possessions1 Set of Clothing
-Cotton/Linen Shirt, Vest, or Chemise
-Cotton/Linen Loincloth
-Cotton/Linen Undergarments
-Cotton/Linen Cloak or Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Bone)
-Brush (Bone)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
33 Bikka
Heirloom: Bone Necklace
HousingLocation: Northern Falyndar Border (Above Syka)
House: Buried Ruin ("cave")
LedgerPurchase | Cost | Total |
Starting | +33 Bikka | 33 Bikka |
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