Given Name: Tane
Race: Myrian
Birthday: 4th of Spring, 491 AVE
Languages:
Common (Basic)
Myrian (Fluent)
Myrian animal signals (Broken)
Location: Born and raised in Taloba, the Garrison will soon be his home.
Physical Description:
The thickly built Myrian stands at six feet tall and weighs in at 230 pounds. Twenty five inches wide at the shoulders, he certainly looks as though he could be a brute. His biceps are about 20” around, and his waist’s circumference is about 34 inches, giving him a sort of wedge shape, although his large thighs and calves kick things right back out. Most of his height is in his torso, leaving his legs a big shorter. This is good for combat since he’s harder to throw off balance, but his running time on flat ground isn’t fantastic. Put him in some thick brush and he can out pace most, although this can be said of many of his people.
His body fat content is very low because of his diet, and most of his muscles were earned by way of the rigorous Myrian way of life. His body has developed thick and useful muscles, even if they are not all well defined. That being said, his arms, chest, shoulders, and back almost seem sculpted. He has short black hair, usually only a few inches long. He usually keeps his face shaven, although he only does it about once a week so he does get thick shadows. His deep green eyes are somewhat common, but there is a spark of life in them that show his happiness with his plot in life, but aspiration for things even greater. His skin is darkly tanned, but lighter then some. Outside of combat he’ll usually wear his necklace, which is made from, the sinew and teeth of a Dhani Viper that he caught stealing from one of the cities merchants. Pinned her to the ground with his dagger and had her skinned her after she bled out. He has three rings in his right ear and two in his left, although they are all removed during combat.
He bought some armor that he wears anytime he’s outside the garrison, preferring a smaller amount of protection for the tradeoff of being light on his feet. He wears fingerless gloves and boots made from the hide of the Dhani as trophies of his first major kill.
He carries an axe originally brought into his family by his great grandmother as a battle trophy.
The Cold Iron base has been modified by bits of flint and bone that protrude from the sharp edge of the blade, designed to not only look intimidating but break off in the wounds of the enemy, almost guaranteeing infection will set in later should the person survive. It features a hook on the back, which allows him to trap weapons and use his other hand to attack, if necessary.
(Basic Concept: http://www.elfwood.com/art/t/e/tennis/dwarfaxe.jpg)
Personality:
He’s generally a nice person, always looking to serve his people in any way possible. Perhaps an idealist, he is liable to get a little choked up if he starts discussing the dreams he has for seeing his people’s greatness restored. He is far from soft, however. In battle he is brutal and vicious. He rarely talks to the enemy, if ever. He lives with passion, he speaks with passion, and he definitely fights with passion. He tries to be the best citizen and soldier he can be, but he’s more than just a grunt. This “savage” has a powerful and complex mind, and strict standards for himself. He can be a perfectionist.
Tane is quiet, and that quietness sometimes comes off as shyness. Since that isn’t a desirable trait in a warrior tribe, it has caused some to initially look down on him. The truth is that he’s usually thinking about something, and when he gets zoned in on a goal or idea he can be very aggressive about it. Most end up seeing this side of him in some way.
He is very respectful to those who deserve it, asking none in return. He’s eager to prove himself.
He hates the Dhani, Nuit, and Charoda (although he’s never personally seen the latter) just as he was raised too.
It’s well known that he loves the forest and hopes to one day be bound to a tiger.
Ethics:
He worships all the gods in some way, but his worship seems concentrated around Myri , Phylonura, and Navre. In doing so, he has made it his priority to fight viciously, live a life that protects and respects nature’s beauty, and he always scratches cats when they want attention.
He only partakes in cannibalism when required to. He doesn’t have a moral stand against it; it just doesn’t taste good to him.
He values strength and self reliance, but service is also very important to him.
He’s very racist, like most Myrian. Besides killing a Dhani himself and partaking in the burning of a Nuit, his environment has shaped his beliefs about other races inherent inferiority.
Pre-Creation History:
Tane was born to a stern but loving mother and a rather inconsequential father, the youngest of 7. His mother’s name, the only one that matters to him, was to Kylea of The Sharpened Fang. Even mentioning Norl of the White Water, his father, will probably get a good eye roll, as the man was never taken seriously by anyone in the family. Norl was a hunter, but brought in little more than what was necessary for his own sustenance. When Tane all but refused to go hunting with him anymore (because he was an idiot, and Tane could tell as early as age
, he lost interest in his only child.His mother was another story. She held him to high standards, and even though he was the baby of the family he was expected to keep up with everyone else. Only 4 of his siblings were still living at home, and they were all women. His religious education was provided largely by his oldest sister, Jaie, who favored Phylonura but taught him about all the gods of the Myrian.
His childhood was difficult, mainly because he had trouble getting along well with those around him. His social skills were lacking, and it didn’t help that there was one particular bully, Hila, who decided she would make him her pet project. From the time they could talk until they were almost teenagers, she would constantly bash his reputation. He tried to defend himself against her insults, but she was about two years older than him and quick witted to boot. She’d turn things around faster than he could think, and one day… Well, we’ll get back to that.
His mother noticed the difficulty, and around the time he was 12 she started pushing him a little harder to find a talent he could use to build some confidence and start contributing more to his family and society at large. And so he did, and after trying and failing at a few things he eventually ended up in the tent of Aula of the Poisoned Arrow, a lifelong friend of his mother. She was a tattoo artist, and while it was a long shot, Kylea was running out of options. Luckily he took to it after some practice, and was soon helping sketch designs and prepare ink and tools, ect. During this time he got to be around very powerful and respected people, often assisting his teacher in doing their special tattoos. Sitting at the feet of those great women, he listened to stories of battle, valor, honor, conquest, tradition, and glory.
It was during this time that he developed the love for the culture of the Myrian that stays with him, and a true appreciation of Myri, whose mark was upon all who entered.
Back to Hila. One day, she said one line to many, cursing his mother and his master, and he finally had enough. Tane had listened to the stories of battle… And it didn’t seem so hard. So he planted a huge blow right on Hila’s nose, cracking it and sending blood flying everywhere. It felt so good to finally stand up for himself and watch as the tall girl sunk to the ground, whimpering in surprise and pain.
Then her younger brother, one of his friends, and another female friend of Hila’s realized what just happened and decided they didn’t like it. Tane walked away with a cracked rib, a broken bone in his right hand, a split lip, and a black eye… But he walked away. From that day on, rumors spread about his prowess as a fighter, and a couple people decided to test him, mainly friends of his old enemy (who he didn’t see around much anymore).
When he was 16, he began to actually do tattoos himself. Well, cheap, unimportant ones. He made steady progress, and eventually he was doing full touch-ups for some of those prominent people. He loved his job.
One day, a few months before his coming of age trial, he was walking back to his house around dusk with he saw what he thought was a large snake dart around behind one of the local hunter’s trading posts. He had just gotten back from chopping wood for a fire, so he carried he axe in one hand and a bucket of wood in the other. Thinking that it was probably just his minds playing tricks on him, he decided to check it out alone.
As he rounded the corner, dropping his bucket of wood around the edge, all those battle stories suddenly came true. He knew from the tales of the warriors that he was looking at a Dhani. Its upper torso was that of a man, but its lower body was serpentine, stretching longer then was natural for any snake he’d ever seen. Unfortunately he hadn’t been all that quiet, so it turned to face him just as he gathered what it was.
His world seemed to stop dead as it lunged at him, and in what was the luckiest accident of his life he slipped on a random piece of leather just as he tried to throw the axe out in front of him to block the attack. He fell straight down, the axe pushing out above him, as he ducked the strike and threw the beast over him and into the opposite wall. He scrambled towards the door of the small shack, which was open. Just as he arrived, he could hear the Dhani closing in the distance. How he could hear anything over the pounding heartbeat in his ears, he didn’t know. As he reached the knob and his body cleared the threshold, he slammed the door as hard of he could against the monster, catching its face and arm in the doorway. He smashed the axe sideways against the creature’s arm, tearing into its flesh and cause it to scream. Tane tried to push it out and shut the door, but the snake rammed through anyway. He clocked it across the face with a strong left to buy a second before jumping over a nearby counter and turning to face the beast. Just as he did, the beast lauched itself over the counter with terrible speed, sending both of them tumbling over, with the snake ending up on top of him. The only thing that stopped him from receiving a fatal bite was the wooden handle of the axe, which he had been able to jam in the Dhani’s mouth, right under its fangs.
A punch came down on him, and then another, smashing his head against the floor of the shack. The Dhani was trying to stun him so it could rip the axe from between them, and he knew it. There was little he could do with the full weight of the snake of him and all his energy focused on just trying to not get bitten…
A sudden and violent “thwack” filled the air. The creature had been hit, and hard. He used the opportunity to roll it off of him and get back on his feet while it regained its bearings as well. Tane looked up to the person holding the club… Hila. This shop was her mother’s, wasn’t it?
There was no time to over think the situation; the creature was already recovered, and was refocusing on Tane. The second it made a move, Hila was on it again, swinging for its side but missing entirely, allowing it to land a firm right hook before turning to escape out the backdoor. She fell, but wrapped her arms around it as she did. The beast picked up the club, intent on smashing Hila’s head in…
That’s when Tane’s axe was planted firmly in the creature’s neck. It was too blunt to cleave through entirely, but when he ripped it out the massive amount of blood loss was enough to down the enemy of the Myrian.
As it lay on the floor, adrenaline still surged through his veins. Now he was mad. Come into his city, and steal his people’s food? No. He kicked the still twitching Dhani over onto its back, and lifted the axe high over his head. He brought it down hard, right on the beast’s sternum. It cracked apart like any block of wood would have.
Tane ripped the axe out of the creature, kneeling to shove his hands between the now separated rib cage. He ripped it apart hard, feeling and hearing the ribs crack as he did so. His right hand slid into the chest cavity, wrapping his hand around the only beating organ. With a firm twist, he ripped out of the cavity.
The organ pulsed in his hand, and he turned to Hila, who was now standing by him, breathing just as heavily and covered in blood just as he was. They both looked at the heart as it stilled, apparently getting the same idea. She moved first, grabbing his arm and biting into the flesh, ripping a piece away from it. Just as she ripped away, Tane sunk his teeth into the opposite side. As the blood ran down his chin and neck, he opened his eyes and ripped away, swallowing the flesh, and looked into the eyes of his old enemy, now seeing how petty their differences had been. No Myrian was his enemy.
The incident made him famous for a couple weeks in his area of the city, although Hila ended up with most of the credit. Not that he really cared. For years he had listened to stories. Now he got to tell his own, and he really liked that feeling.
Now that he was accepted as being a capable fighter, some vets began working with him, knowing that he would come of age soon, and then his military service would start soon after. With their pointers and a few bloody sparring sessions, he began improving at a rapid rate.
His mother was proud, of course, and gave him a gift that his older siblings were never quite able to handle properly: his grandmother’s axe. It takes a special kind of ferocity and relentlessness to wield such a weapon effectively, and he seemed to have the passion and reckless abandon to use it properly. It was one of the best days in his life, and is still one of his most cherished memories.
Skills:
| Skill | Points | Rank | Total |
| Weapon: Axe | +30 | Competent | 30 |
| Brawling | +15 | Novice | 15 |
| Tracking | +10 | Novice | 10 |
Body Markings:
Tattoos=
| Body Part | Acquisition | Description |
| Right Forearm | Starting Package | A design of an axe, wrapped in thorn vines, crossed by two bones. Shows skill with an axe. |
| Left Forearm | Coming of Age | Myri Gnosis, Mark 1. Slightly enhanced speed, particularly with weapons and combat. A cracked skull with a shattered jaw, thorns growing around it and into an eye socket. Broken off teeth protrude from the top of the skull. |
Piercings=
| Body Part | Acquisition | Description |
| Left Ear | Starting Package | Two rings sit high in the earlobe, smaller than the ones on the right. |
| Right Ear | Starting Package | Three simple rings pierce the top, middle, and bottom of his earlobe. |
Equipment and Possessions:
| Item | Price | Acquisition | Description |
| War Axe | N/A | Family Heirloom | The weapon Tane “inherited” from his mother and grandmother before her. His sisters allowed him to have it due to his skill with it. Made up of cold iron, with jagged pieces of bone, flint, and obsidian protruding from around the blade. Can be wielded with one or two hands. Dimensions: 33" long total, 12" long blade, 5 lbs |
| Ear Ring (3 Small, 2 Medium) | N/A | Starting Package | Simple Bone Loops/ |
| Necklace, Dhani Teeth/Sinew | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Fingerless glove, Dhani Skin (2) | N/A | Starting Package + purchased upgrades. | Dull green scales. |
| Boots, Dhani Skin | N/A | Starting Package | Dull green |
| Cloak, Waterproof | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Waterskin | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Backpack | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Flint and Steel | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Fishing Gear | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Travel Rations (x7) | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Toiletries (comb, brush, soap) | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Eating Knife | N/A | Starting Package | - |
| Fur-Lined Hide Mail | 65gm | - | Made from hardened layers of leather, this armor is adorned with soft fur around the neck and waistline. Blends well in the city or forest. Adorned with bones and teeth, giving him a rather vicious look while maintaining a slender profile. The bones run along areas often hit in battle (tops of shoulders, around the ribs, across the back, the chest) and also serve to distribute the force of hits. The individual bones aren’t very think and are no longer then six inches. They vaguely form around his muscles. |
| Lacquered Leather Gauntlets, Teethed & Spiked | N/A, +10 gm | Startup Package +purchased upgrades | Featuring three metal bone designs that run length-wise down his arm to increase protection and distribute force more evenly, also designed to trap and deflect blades. Spikes protrude from small attachments that rest over his knuckles, giving his punches some bite. |
Ledger:
| Item | Debit - Miza | Debit- Bikka | Credit – Miza | Credit – Bikka |
| Starting Funds | 100gm.0sm.0cm | 33.33.33 Bikka | ||
| “Cash in” Shelter | 500gm.0sm.0cm | 166.66.66 | ||
| Gauntlets, Teethed and Spiked | 15 gm | 5.00.00 Bikka | ||
| Fur-Lined Hide Mail | 65 gm | 21.66.66 Bikka | ||
| Total | 540 gm.0sm.0cm | 180.00.00 Bikka |
Lore:
Many stories of Myrian warriors.
Practical uses of an axe.
How to upkeep his weapon, including replacing the fracturing pieces of his weapon.
Being brutal and relentless in battle.
Berserking.
How to care for cats.
Putting up with multiple PMSing women at once.
Taking orders.
Listening.
Daydreaming.
Major attacking points of the axe.
Weaknesses of fighting with an axe.
Internal workings of the Myrian, unspoken rules.
What is and isn’t poisonous/What Myrians can eat that would kill others.