Zangir Moontide

[Zangir Moontide]

Zangir Moontide Age: 19 Date of Birth: 492 AV, 49th of Spring Gender: Male Physical Apperance: Stands at around 6' 5". His toned body, from the hard work rigging on pod ships, is darkly tanned from head to toe. He has brown curly hair that he keeps cut down to the roots, which are straight, but on the rare occasion that he does let his hair grow long he likes to keep it in tight knit braids. His eyes are dark blue mixed in with light blue causing a mezmerising apperance. He usually wears light clothes to stay cool in the hot sun. He has broad chin that acompanys his muscular build. He also has a pod tattoo is a swath of blue color, the sea, and a silver disk above, the moon, while a green serpent undulates three coils above the waves…the three original of the Moontide pod (whiches on the left side of his neck.) Character Concept: Extremely easy going and usually does not waiver in his happy mood. Always tries to make everybody else happy by small shenaniganz here and there. Likes: Happiness, The Sea, All of the life in the sea, Swimming, A nice cold ale, The sun, and Creating happiness. Dislikes: Bitterness in people, The Cold, and Frowning. Pod History: The Moontide pod is a relatively new pod in comparison to some of the more respected names on the Suvan, but their roots speak for themselves. Before the Lia of the Moontide pod began her family, she was Alaza Everblue. Everblue, a pod that remains in name only these days, descended from the DeepSpeakers, a pod devoted to communing with the ponderous leviathans beneath the ocean’s surface, to understand the world beneath them. Historically speaking, the Svefra of DeepSpeakers were never appeared directly responsible for maritime troubles on the high seas. Remaining the in the deeps, the pod rarely traveled to shore. However, there was a period of time in which leviathans plagued several Zeltivan and Syliran ships en route to their destinations. No definitive proof could be drawn to the abnormally at-rest DeepSpeakers, but suspicion remained. The DeepSpeakers still exist, albeit abnormally inclusive for a Svefra pod. From the DeepSpeakers came the Everblue and the Flyingfish, though the pod of the FlyingFish was absorbed into Roguewave and have been there since. The Everblue was enjoyed a chaotic, if but brief, existence in the Suvan sea pestering trading ships between Syliras and Riverfall. Although somewhat savage for their people, few could say the Everblue did not know how to throw a celebration. Every meeting with a new pod or a friendly face was met with days long celebrations, beach fires, and a dancing and music competition they coined Melodies of the Seafoam. To this day, the Moontide pay homage to their former pod by annually celebrating Melodies of the Seafoam in any port or area they have found during that time. Of course it was partly their chaotic and impulsive nature which led them to ruin. Several trading vessels were bound for Syliras out of Riverfall, racing toward the docks with all possible haste. Behind them, a storm rose and followed, roiling on the horizon. The Everblue took a risk they should not have. Rather than prepare for the storm, they turned the brunt of their ships to chasing down the lucrative cargo. The Lia assumed the skill of her pod and the blessings of Laviku would protect them from the worst, but it was Zulrav they should have prayed to. In their arrogance they lost the majority of their ships in the storm, only succeeding in stalling most of the Zeltivan ships long enough to sink them as well. A singularly crushing loss, the remainder of the Everblue either joined with various pods that would have them, or seemed to vanish off the seas entirely. Alaza, a young and recently pregnant woman at the time, was on one such sunken ship. It was only her training in Morphing that saved her, allowing her to take the form of a shark and escape from the wreckage of her pod. Unfortunately, the life of her tavan was lost in the chaos. Alone and frightened, she took refuge briefly with the Maelstrom family, although did not end up committing to their pod. She had her first two children there, caring for them while she recovered from the shock of her lost. While grateful the Maelstrom had helped her, her heart was set on her own pod, her own family. With the EverBlue gone, she sought out new purpose from Laviku. In her own boat, setting a course for Syliras, she was caught by strange currents and spun off course. By the full moon light as she struggled to right her casinor, an unimaginable shape passed beneath her boat. The blood of the DeepSpeakers ran through her veins, now more than ever. Whether by chance or the grace of her patron God, she had been sent an opportunity to begin her own pod, to begin building anew. The creature, a Katalimaru, was a leviathan easily the length of three casinors and thick as an oak tree. Even then, it was young, barely into maturity. Alaza befriended the creature, amid those moonlit waters, both founding her pod’s Pardisa and name. It was not difficult to build her family, though it took time. The Suvan sea is home to most Svefra, but it is one not to be underestimated. A mixture of mating and new recruits joined her growing family. She was able to assimilate a lesser family recently, those of the FreeWind and worshipers of Zulrav. Strengthened and a prominent family among the Svefra once more, Alaza set out to create a family she could protect, could instruct, and could care for as she did her own years before. Although far more level headed than her previous Lia, there is still some of the Everblue wildness in her. Her family focuses on respect for the ocean and even the process of becoming part of its world. Morphing, the talent which helped her escape certain death, is a required course for her children and those of her pod. Training to grow gills or webbed feet and hands when in danger or the need arises is, as she believes, a crucial skill to live on the sea. She tolerates worshippers of Laviku and Zulrav equally at this point, her respect for what she knows…the sky above and the sea below. She encourages all her pod to secure relationships, if possible, with the two gods as their domain is the one traveled by the entire pod. By now the Katalimaru is nearly a true leviathan, easily able to overturn large boats. While frightening to behold, it guards the pod against some of the greater horrors of the deep. Wind at her back and Sea beneath her, Alaza and the Moontides strive to make their mark on the world, to honor both sea and sky, and learn that in order to truly love and understand the sea, one must become part of it. Character History: Zangir sustained a hard blow to the head, from an unsecured supply crate during a large storm. This blunt trauma caused Zangir to experience temporary amnesia, which in terms was where his life began anew in a strange unforgiving world. Zangir awoke laying akwardly in the sand, his shirt and pants were in a tattered mess. At this point Zangir was absolutely sure that Laviku (this is where he started to regain some of the bits and pieces of the shattered and ruined mess that was his mind) was frowning upon him and his abused mind. Shortly after Zangir realized that he was surrounded by the remenants of his belongings, things were everywhere shirts, rotten molding food, and other items that would do no great deal of good in there current state. After about an hour of salvaging Zangir found his beloved cutlass, (he couldn't remeber where he had gotten it from, just that it was important) the cutlass was light and swung throught the air like a feather, yet it could've been sharper. After about another hour Zangir was satisfied that he had exhausted all the resources that the pile of trash had to share. Zangir began to wonder down the shore line, looking for more scrap that could be essential for his survival. On his way down the shore line Zangir found a mantaray slowly gliding back and forth down the shore line. When Zangir approached it imediately stopped in front of him. After a short few moments Zangir remembered it was his tavan but could not remember its name. Zangir countinued even farther along now close to the shore so that his tavan could glide right beside him. As he walked along Zangir began to remember some other aspects of his life such as his pod and his sturdy casinor, but still at this point he could only remember faces but no names. Zangir, after wandering for about half a day came upon his small casinor, which was partly beached onto the shore, climing aboard Zangir found enough food and water to get him through the night. Tavan: A Large Manta Ray, With a large white line that runs from its head all the way to the begining of its stinger.   Skills Carpentry: 5/100 Blacksmith: 20/100 (20 from sp) Observation: 5/100 (5 from sp) Climbing: 5/100 (5 from sp) Swimming: 5/100 (5 from sp) Cutlass/Swordmanship: 10/100 (10 from racial bonus) Morphing: 10/100 (10 from sp) Surgery: 5/100 (5 from sp)   Gnosis Marks Laviku Mark   Lores Lore Of Making A Temporary Forge Lore Of Fashoning Weapons From Unconventinal Things   Inventory Tanned Leather Boots Tanned Leather Gloves Tanned Leather Apron Double Layered Glass Goggles, Rimmed With Iron White Thin Cloth Shirt White Thin Cloth Pants Iron Hammer Iron Tongs A Whetstone A Thick Rag (Used For Cleaning Swords) The Casinor, With A Mounted Harpoon Gun A medium length cutlass   Ledger 100 GM -50 GM Mounted Harpoon Gun -10 Ten Harpoon Bundles, Filled With Ten Bolts Each Total: 40   Languages Fratava (Fluent) Char (Poor) Common (Good)   Residence The Suvan Ocean   Threads Finished   Threads Active