Namorin

[Namorin]

Namorin the Akalak of Riverfall Authors Note: This is my first character, so more to come. Very much a work in progress. Physical Description Name: Namorin Race: Akalak Age: 32 Birthday: Winter of 480 Appearance Namorin was only slightly less unique among Akalaks as he is among humans. Standing almost exactly 7 feet tall and weighing 300 lbs, his skin was such a rich burgundy that could easily be mistaken for black at first glance. His black hair is allways worn in the traditional Akalak mohawk, with the sides shaved perfectly. The only “soft” feature to his appearance were his pale blue eyes that often seemed cool and distant. Even for an Akalak his weight was high in comparison to his height, giving him an especially broad and powerful look, the result no doubt of countless hours of training. Character Concept Contrary to the tradition of many Akalaks, it was Namorin’s father who died in battle before his birth. And so for some time he was raised by his mother, a Konti, for many formidable years. Though his childhood was a largely happy one it was not as if he could avoid feeling out of place. Moreover, though his mother tried her best to teach him about his culture, and the skills that went with it, in so many ways the nature of the Akalak was so deeply different than her own. The most important lesson she knew to teach a son, so clearly born to be a warrior, was to be a protector. That would be the lesson from his mother he would never forget. When his mother grew ill, she did not want him to live his life as an outsider. Though she had tried her best to give him a good life, she knew that he could only fullfil his potential with his own people. Thus she took him to Riverfall to be raised among his ancestors. Even though he was only a child, Namorin felt his upbringing among others made him an outsider in his new home... because he was “behind” the other Akalaks his age. As such he developed an obsession with training that would bring into question even the most dedicated Akalak warrior. He tried to purge from his mind and heart all thoughts of his past life. He focused on nothing, but combat. Obsessed with all the things that came from his people, from language to fighting arts, to history. With such training and devotion he excelled in all things that were in the nature of combat, but to the exclusion of almost all else. No mater how much praise his trainers gave him, or how many successes he had, the idea of being an outsider never seemed to leave the forefront of his mind. He always felt as if he had something to prove. That somehow his mothers feminine influence had made him weak, less of a warrior... less a part of his people. There was little reason for him to feel this way. He had completed both his rite of trial, and his rite of passage in the appropriate years. They had in many ways, been glorious events for him. They had been chances to prove his skills. Prove his dedication to his fathers people. His people. He had personally struck the killing blow on an especially hateful and old Glassbeak, and went solo on his Zith hunt. He had taken each event as a personal test. Pushing himself to his absolute limits, and finding success and a degree of acceptance. Confirmation that he was finally a part of the great race of warriors he was born into. Perhaps because of his early upbringing, or perhaps because of his obsession with perfection, his second personality did not manifest till his 20th year. It was in Namorin’s nature to surpress his other personality in a strangle hold, because he thought it to be a sign of weakness, a sign of some kind of corruption. He lived with an extreme fear of failure. The idea that if he were to fail, that it would confirm what he belived everyone thought about him. So it was in his every action, his every thought, to prove them wrong... to prove himself wrong. That he was his fathers son, an Akalak warrior. His other personality, perhaps because he was so often kept in check... but the other was often quite extreme. He was in almost every way an opposite. Perhaps the reason Namorin was so afraid of him. While Namorin loved the art of fighting, the other loved the ACT of fighting. They shared equal passion, but to very different purpose. The dominant personality was a protector, the other was a user. Dangerous, undisciplined, eratic and unpredictable... he was not just an opposite, but he was what Namorin feared. On the other hand he was not, evil... such a word is far to simple to explain a being. Most people would say he was more “fun”. He lived his life largely without consequences, without fears or regrets. As with all, both personalities were the result of the same history. They were simply different reactions to the same stimulus. The dominant personality went down one road in a sense, while the other went down a very different path. As Namorin tried to learn to deal with this unique feature of his race, he had pushed himself towards mental instability... at times bordering on madness. Combat was the only thing that seemed to please them both, perhaps yet another reason he spent so much time at it. As time progressed, he assumed he would learn to deal with this “darker” side of himself. Yet he feared, if he could not... that he would lose himself totally. Character History (more to come) Possessions     1 Set of Clothing (Colorful)      -Simple Shirt      -Simple Pants      -Simple Undergarments      -Simple Cloak/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 - Lakan Heirloom: Lakan of his father. 100 Gold Mizas Housing: •   A Skyview Condo that had once belonged to his father. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Skill EXP Total Proficiency Fortune Telling 5 SP 5 Novice Wrestling 10 SP 10 Novice Lakan 15 SP 15 Novice Unarmed Combat 10 RB, 20 SP 30 Competent Fluent Language: Tukant Basic Language: Common Poor Language: Kontinese Lores: Lore of Akalak Fighting History Lore of Konti Fortune Telling Thread List http://www.mizahar.com/forums/post186464.html#p186464