Tanavar of the Hidden Tiger

[Tanavar]

Tanavar Marouch Basic Information Race: Myrian Birthday & Age: Season of Winter, Day 12, 489 AV, 20 Gender: Male Appearance Fairly short and not as bulky as the rest of the Myrians, Tanavar is not the typical of his race.He's tall only 5’6”, and weighting no more then 140 pounds. He has blue eyes, seen rarely among the Myrians, and it was spoken that he may be Mixed Blood, and avoided being sacrificed early on, as a baby. As everyone of the Hidden Tiger clan, he was marked with a tattoo of a crouching tiger on his right shoulder when he turned 15, and entered a young adulthood. His dark - short hair is always messy, for he doesn't really pay much attention to his facial features. He was not a bulky type of Myrians, but his muscles are well defined, and he was fairly strong for his age. Agile, swift and cunning were the words to describe his approach in battle while being younger, but now, with all the scars across his whole body, he was well aware that all the rest of his race and fellow clansman were stronger and taller, and thus he saw his chance in stealth and a different approach. Character Concept Lawfull and obediant... Well, not so much. Tanavar was never too good at following orders. His clan, the Hidden Tiger, was the scouting and tactical support to the War Leader, and he could never accept that someone commands him. He is very skilled in not showing around, thus started to understand what his clan was all about... Scouting and sticking to the shadows. No one inside the walls of Talobe but him had a need to hide, so no one was ever looking. Tanavar would rather avoid battle if he may, which defers to the global Myrian culture. Tanavar was always well aware of his suroundings, and always acting on his instinct to avoid beaing beaten regulary on the streets. He shows affinity towards animals, since even wild beasts would be more kind to him then his own. Character History Born as a second son of the Marouch Famaly of the Hidden Tiger clan, he was accused to being born as a Mixed Blood, for his distinguished blue eyes. After days and days of argue, pleas, beggings of his father, Stakller Marouch, Tanavar was pronounced born Myrian. Both his mother and his father had green eyes, and it was said by the speakers of the Caiyha that it was possible, for nature shows unpredictable and imposibble very real. Since the day he started to walk on his own two legs, he was being mocked and was a subject of jokes for his eyes. His so called friends enjoyed mocking him and he was thus always for a fight, even outnumbered, and was never really good at hand-to-hand fighting, so the results were expectable. After a few years, at about his age 13, it was clear that he was the smallest Myrian around, not to the pride of his father and him family name. Even his family disliked his own child. As being not accepted anywhere, he was regulary hiding at his own safe heaven, just outside of Taloba. His safe hideout was a giant tree, that has it's core ripped a bit, thus leaving a small hole inside, enough for a child to hide in. A few more years have passed, the age of 19 was at hand, and he was still mocked and beaten by his fellow clansman, and still was looking for his piece of mind within the insides of a tree, that was getting a bit small for now a grown young Myrian. He couldn't stand this anymore, and one day decided to take refuge in the jungle outside of the city walls. He started secretly studying flore and fauna of the Falyndar, the wildlife and it's dangers, and basic arts of wilderness survival. He pledged his life of service to the Caiyha, the only goddess he always admired, and hoped to find a better home in the wilds. He started to self-train in bows, outside the city wals, with a self-made longbow, and self-made arrows. He was quite a good at producing those, actually, which showed himself a variety of possabilities for self-preservation. Now, it is present time, and Tanavar had one year to prepare himself for the life he was about to embrace. Not knowing what will happen, he decided... He is not going to be pushed around anymore, even if it means to be killed by the jungle. Only a few more preperations, and he is off. Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore) Skills: Weapon - Longbow: 10 points (Starting Package) Wilderness Survival: 10 points (Starting Package) Tracking: 10 points (racial) Stealth: 15 points (Starting Package) Fletching: 5 points (Starting Package) Herbalism: 5 points (Starting Package) Medicine: 5 points (Starting Package) Lore: Lore of Poisonous plants and their usage in Falyndar A detail knowledge of the entire Falyndar plants, and their various usage in making healing salves, poison, and other usage... Lore of Wild Animals in Falyndar All the animals that can be commonly found in the jungles in Falyndar, their habits, way of life, etc... Equipment and Possessions Backpack Rations - 7 days Bedroll Eating knife Skinning knife Water flask Flint and steel 50 feet of hempen rope Warm blankets Small pillow Equipment Longbow (75 gm) Quiver=20 longbow arrows (1 gm) Leather vest (3 sm) Leather boots (3 sm) Leather wrist (2 sm) Leather belt (4 sm) Cloak (10sm) Dagger (2 gm) Linen shirt (Family Heirloom) Total: 77gs, 22sm Ledger Revenue: 100GM Expanses: 77GS, 22SM Current Balance: 12GM, 78SM Thread List A New Place to Call Home... 55th of Winter, 509 AV

[Tanavar]

Still not over, will be doing more later on, before I start gaming....