Post by Defluo on Aug 3, 2015 15:45:37 GMT
Name: Laiv Sanue
Age: Late 20's
Race: Human
Physical Description: Beady cerulean eyes and a lopsided grin hinted at a touch of madness. Black hair was cut decisively short excluding two or three locations near the back that he found particularly daunting. Diminutive size, although his impeccable posture could potentially fool some into thinking he was of average height and build. Jagged scars ran along his back and biceps following a particular rhythm that emphasized a cult/ self inflicted vibe rather then anything earned from battle.
He dressed simply, plainly, with only one garish exception – a Hivian Mask emblem attached to his right hip. A crudely made dagger would be found resting on the left. Extra sturdy boots although truthfully this was a necessity for anyone living amongst the Bleeding Spine.
Personality: Surprisingly jovial and talkative despite his obviously fanatical appearance. A lover of all foods and even more of drink. Sadly, quick to anger and poor decision making skills tend to stir up trouble wherever he goes - quite the wonder he has survived this long. Capricious, risky and yet fully devoted to the Hivian goddess's will when he is sober enough to recall his mission.
History: Laiv was born into one of the dangerous fringe cults that feed off the crumbs of the rich and foolish that are sprinkled across the precarious slopes of the Bleeding Spine. The Hivian Company held little love and admiration for the ones who had birthed them instead relying on the guided trust and bond of the The Company to raise them. Laiv was no different. He was taught to fight, to track and most importantly how to survive amongst his treacherous homeland.
Succinctly put, food and other necessary goods had become far more scarce as Laiv grew older. The chilling winds that were once thought of as refreshing and a good omen now bared down on them like the decaying digits of Orn. The shamans translated the chicken bones and decreed an ill omen was spreading across their homeland. The Company grew restless. Their leader, Ivian Fale, believed a war was brewing, that more blood must be spilled in order to appease the gods. They would travel south in order to push back the blight of Orn and bring the blessing of Hivian to their camp once more.
The horn of Inau was blown, weapons were sharpened and cries went out.
This would be the year the Spine would tremble.
((OOC: I would love to get impressions and feedback on any potential changes before Laiv hits the stage. To me I am very cautious about intruding/ruining any threads and will definitely play reasonably (these guys aren't exactly a threat to much) but would absolutely love to have Laiv or The Company be a scary/ pesky nuisance at some point along the line if you think he could fit in somewhere. Also please let me know if something is wrong or unreasonable. Thanks in advance!))
Age: Late 20's
Race: Human
Physical Description: Beady cerulean eyes and a lopsided grin hinted at a touch of madness. Black hair was cut decisively short excluding two or three locations near the back that he found particularly daunting. Diminutive size, although his impeccable posture could potentially fool some into thinking he was of average height and build. Jagged scars ran along his back and biceps following a particular rhythm that emphasized a cult/ self inflicted vibe rather then anything earned from battle.
He dressed simply, plainly, with only one garish exception – a Hivian Mask emblem attached to his right hip. A crudely made dagger would be found resting on the left. Extra sturdy boots although truthfully this was a necessity for anyone living amongst the Bleeding Spine.
Personality: Surprisingly jovial and talkative despite his obviously fanatical appearance. A lover of all foods and even more of drink. Sadly, quick to anger and poor decision making skills tend to stir up trouble wherever he goes - quite the wonder he has survived this long. Capricious, risky and yet fully devoted to the Hivian goddess's will when he is sober enough to recall his mission.
History: Laiv was born into one of the dangerous fringe cults that feed off the crumbs of the rich and foolish that are sprinkled across the precarious slopes of the Bleeding Spine. The Hivian Company held little love and admiration for the ones who had birthed them instead relying on the guided trust and bond of the The Company to raise them. Laiv was no different. He was taught to fight, to track and most importantly how to survive amongst his treacherous homeland.
Succinctly put, food and other necessary goods had become far more scarce as Laiv grew older. The chilling winds that were once thought of as refreshing and a good omen now bared down on them like the decaying digits of Orn. The shamans translated the chicken bones and decreed an ill omen was spreading across their homeland. The Company grew restless. Their leader, Ivian Fale, believed a war was brewing, that more blood must be spilled in order to appease the gods. They would travel south in order to push back the blight of Orn and bring the blessing of Hivian to their camp once more.
The horn of Inau was blown, weapons were sharpened and cries went out.
This would be the year the Spine would tremble.
((OOC: I would love to get impressions and feedback on any potential changes before Laiv hits the stage. To me I am very cautious about intruding/ruining any threads and will definitely play reasonably (these guys aren't exactly a threat to much) but would absolutely love to have Laiv or The Company be a scary/ pesky nuisance at some point along the line if you think he could fit in somewhere. Also please let me know if something is wrong or unreasonable. Thanks in advance!))
Just read the previous posts in the thread so you'll know what you are getting into. You can also just make you own thread if you'd prefer.