Omaru

[Omaru]

Character Name Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 20 Birthday: 2 Spring, 493 AV Birthplace: Blackrock Appearance: Omaru is 5' 10" with bleach white hair and hazel eyes. He is lean and strong but hides it under his cloak. His hair is long and messy but he is still quite handsome in his own mysterious way. Character Concept He is kind hearted and compassionate. His friends often come to him for advice or simply for a shoulder to cry on. He enjoys a good laugh with friends and is about as close as it gets to being a pacifist. But a pacifist he is not. Omaru believes that violence should only ever be a last resort. And even then, no life should be taken by another man. After all, who is he to take a life Kihala made special? He is but a servant to Dira. It is not his place to decide who lives and who dies, only to help the dead pass on and protect the living while they still live. And it is this task that Omaru lives for. Religion is an import part of his life. He was born on Blackrock, so being around the dead is nothing new to him. His primary deity of worship is Dira, the Goddess of Death. She and her beliefs affect much of his own beliefs and philosophy. Other gods he worships are Kihala and Caiha. But Omaru strives to show respect to all gods whose intentions are good. Respect, in general is an important matter to him. Respect for the living, and the dead, regardless of any difference of point of view or and philosophies. All people are entitled to their own beliefs and points of view. Overall, Omaru wants peace. But that is not to say he doesn't have his own demons. Omaru is prone to nightmares and blackouts that bring back painful memories of his past. A past he would very much like to forget. Character History Omaru was the last of his mothers three children. During birth, his mother died but returned as a ghost to see her last son grow up. Living on Black Rock, Omaru grew accustomed to the ever present feeling of being watched by ghosts. He lived a normal life there, adapting to the ever changing landscape and feeling secure under the watchful eyes of Diras Omens. When he was 10 years old, a traveling Spiritist came to Black Rock to study the dead and to better understand death. Omaru took a great interest in Spiritism and begged for three days for the man to train him. On the third day, the man finally agreed. Over the next eight years, Omaru trained hard in the ways of combating as well as speaking to ghosts and helping them to move on. He studied religion and death, as well as the ways of the living. It was not untill his 17th birthday that tragedy stuck his family. Omaru had come home from a long day of training. He was not even to the door when he saw the blood seeping out from under the doorstep. When he went inside however, he could only stair in horror at the sight before him. His brother lay on the ground, his head split open by what looked like an ax. And his sister sat against the wall, her throat slit wide open. Blood was everywhere. Tables and chairs were turned over all over the house. And his ghostly mother, pinned by Souldarts against the far wall. His Spiritism mentor had his hand plunged into her chest, his hand cut open, trying to Dust his mother. When his mentor turned and saw him, his reaction was almost instantaneous. He pulled a bloody ax from the wall and charged him. Omaru blacked out for a moment. He could remember a struggle, rolling around the blood soaked floor, fighting for his life. In the end, Omaru ended up on top with the ax in hand, soaked even more in the blood of his mentor. Omaru pulled the Souldarts from his mother on the wall, and together they mourned the loss of their family. But in the end, his mother told him that he has grown into the man she always knew he would become, and that the reason she stayed as a ghost was to see that day. It was then that she passed on. Because life is precious. Omaru knew that, and for that, he felt bad that his mentor was dead. He felt even worse then because he was the one who caused it. Though he understands that death is natural, he does not believe that he, a mere human, has the right to decide who lives and who dies. For that is Dira and Kihalas domain, not his. Should he be ordered, however, by Dira to take the life of someone that is a different matter all together. But what he did was murder. And so he left Black Rock to travel the world, aiding anyone, any way he can. Language Fluent Language: Common Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Spiritism 15RB 15SP 30 Competent Hypnosis 30SP 30 Comptent Tamo Daggers 5SP 5 Novice Lores Helpful Lores: (Pick 2) Lore of Religion: Dira Lore: Respect all Life Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak -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 -Tamo Daggers Heirloom: Prayer Beads (a necklace made of stone, tied together by Omarus own hair) Housing Cashed in Housing Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Housing +500 GM 600 GM Tamo Daggers -20 GM 580 GM Hostel Room (Season) -12GM 568 GM Spring Living Expence -135GM 433 GM Companion Fidget Fidget is the name Omaru gave to small fox he found when he was young. While it was alive, Omaru would regularly catch glimpses of the fox watching from a distance. That distance steadily grew closer as time went on. There came a point when Omaru could reach out and touch the fox. But one day, Omaru found the fox hurt and dieing not far from his home. He did everything he could to save it, but alas, he failed. Now the spirit of the fox still follows him. She is not always present, but she makes for a good outlet when Omaru needs someone to talk to on the road. Fidget is a copper colored fox that is either extremely energetic, or extremely laid back. Omaru has tried to help the fox move on, however, he has no idea how... Thread List Link your current & past threads here!