Shysk (Silent One) Basic Information Race: Mixblood, Human Mother, Zith Father Birthday & Age : 1st Day of Winter, 492 (18 Summers old) Gender:Male Physical Description Height: 5' 9" Weight: 150 lbs Fur: Deep, majestic blue Hair: A violent shade of crimson Eyes: Green A tall, young male, Shysk often appears the wild loner; his short blue fur, red hair and green eyes are an eccentric mixture. His claws are sharp and slightly smaller than one would expect, but never doubt their proficiency. His face is easily remembered; his high cheeckbones and strong jaw give an instant appearence of confidence and elegance, while his mild expression suggests a calm and peaceful person. His voice however is never heard; his tongue was carved out as a child. Character Concept Shysk is not a loner by nature, nor by choice, but by chance. He is jealous of others, not for their riches and possessions, but because they have what he wants, and needs; companionship. He is a shy and mild individual, but those who cross him or commit injustice in his presence awake a frightful individual; a warrior of a cruel and ferocoius appetite. He has strong morals and an ethical code and stands by his descisions no matter the consequences. He is often charitable when he can be, but he is, to a lesser extent, fairly ammoral. He has one weakness; a constant hunger for love and companionship, that is not only sexual but spirtual. Character History The Attack 'It was good while it lasted but eventualy, everything dies' Born in the Taldera wastelands to a Zith father and a human mother, Shysk remembers only joy in his childhood; his father teaching him to hunt and fight, his mother teaching him to write and to craft. The village wherin they dwelled was a small and peaceful place where he grew for eight years. He remembers only ever seeing love between his parents; never anger or hate. However his idyllic existance was crushed before he had even reached a decade of age; when he was eight raiders sacked the village. He watched as the men were killed and the women were raped and dragged to slavery, unable to do anything as the blood stained the virgin snow. His father resisted, trying to save his wife as she was despoiled only to be cut down by a bandit. Shysk was forced to watch the last of the children being slaughtered along with his mother who was torn apart by maces and flails before his tongue was carved from his mouth and left to die. Shysk, though maimed for all his life and bleeding a trail for three miles, managed to crawl out of the ruins and, driven half mad by pain, loss and grief, wandered into the wild, carrying only his fathers sword and his mothers notebook. The Wild 'The less said about it the better. I mean it.' For years he travelled the wild, hunting and foraging his way towards Avanthal, driven by his need to hear a voice and feel a consoling hand on his. Though this expirience would have driven others insane with dispair and hurt, Shysk has managed to hold onto his mind, due only to one factor; Hope, he hopes to find peace and companionship even if he must hunt that elusive quarry for a thousand years. No-one knows what happened to him in the wilds only that, whatever it was it has scarred him forever. The Present 'Stand beside me, or step aside; stay in my way and i swear by Morwens Lights I'll eat your heart this night' Recently he discovered a town in the wilderness; a place of warmth and light in a wilderness of ice and cold. Within this haven in the ice he met Keliselle, a Vantha girl, whom he discovered in the town; as beautiful as Morwens Lights and as kind as the new dawn, and more fun than a snowball fight as Shysk has said. Charmed by her beauty and warmth, and she charmed by his gentle nature and symapthy to his plight, they began a daliance they led to them making love on several occasions and even talk of him settling down there. However a bandit attack on the villiage took her from him; once again Shysk was alone. If it were possible, this was even worse than when he had first been lost in the snow; he had tasted the joy of love were dispair had haunted him for a decade, only to have it ripped from his grasp and dashed upon the altar of cruel Fate. But, this taste had given him strength; this time though the bandits left tracks; tracks that lead straight to Avanthal. Now armed with a new purpose and a hope that eclipses all others, Shysk advances... Languages 'I think he said "I will feast upon your sword...?" Sorry, "i will feast upon your souls." My mistake' Vani- Fluent Zithanese- Average Common- Poor Please Note; In order to comunicate with Shysk, one must be able to read his highly stylized writing, and all his 'language' is based on writing. Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore) Longsword +25(Starting package 15+10 for Mixblood Racial Bonus) Writing +25 Hunting +10 Equipment and Possessions 1 Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included) 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Family Heirloom(s) Fathers Longsword Mothers Notebook Ledger 100 gold rimmed mizas (Starting package- no house or horse for history reasons) Thread List |