Asad'karn Zaman - Lion of the Sands
Dec 5, 2015 9:57:06 GMT
Post by Old Testament Tam on Dec 5, 2015 9:57:06 GMT
The Basics
Name - Asad'karn Zaman
Alias - Karn
Alias - Karn
Race - Annedhellian Human
Age - 24
Height - 6'3
Build - Muscular, relatively athletic
Hair Colour - Dark Brown
Facial Hair - Always a bit of scruff, never truly trim.
Facial Hair - Always a bit of scruff, never truly trim.
Eye Colour - Bright Green
Skin Colour - Dark Tanned
Notable Features - Asad's forearms and hands have so many burn scars on them that they are visibly more scar tissue than skin. The burns persist up his arms to his shoulders, scattering apart and becoming less prominent the further up his arms you go. He is never seen in metals - always wearing armor made of some less manufactured material, such as leathers, hides, bones, and wood. It is clear from a moment's glance that he is young - very young, though a certain wisdom can be gleaned from the haunted look in his eyes. Despite his sizable bulk, and the grace with which he moves, Asad is not the sort who favors interactions with others. When he does interact with outsiders, he tends to be brief and somewhat gruff until given reason not to trust them.
Deity - Kossuth, Hoar, Shaundakul, Annedhelian Pantheon
Asad has never been much of one to remain in one place for an extended period. He was born to a nomadic family, and thus, lived a nomadic life - his ties more to family and the sands as a whole more than any particular place. Ever since youth, Asad has been more introspective than extroverted - preferring the company of things that could not talk, like the creatures his people shared the desert with. His life as a quiet child was cut a few years short as the war against Siranda turned tides - the villages he visited were at best destitute, at worst utterly destroyed.
Asad's entire family was unwilling to let these things continue to happen, and took to hit-and-run raids on whatever Sirandian forces they could find when he was barely old enough to ride. His teenage years were all spent riding up on knights and doing his damndest to cut them down. As he fought for his home, his connection to the lands grew stronger until his dedication took the form of druidic oaths. Magics of nature mixed well with the fury that he grew in him throughout his war-torn childhood, and he became a truly ferocious combatant.
Outside of his crusade against the knights, he remained much the same - introspective more than anything.
Had the dead not ruined everything, perhaps Asad could have made a difference. More of the invading forces could have burned away, as they deserved. They found a grave too welcoming with the dead.
When the dead began to rise, for a while, Asad was none the wiser. His campaign against the knights was lulled for one reason or another, and his family came upon a group of villagers from nearby.. But they were different, off. Asad and his horse could smell some taint on them almost immediately. The other horses of the nomadic group began to scatter from the villagers as they approached - the dry winds carried their stink to them easily enough, and from then on, and for almost five years after that, the Zaman tribe didn't stop riding. Eventually, exhaustion and starvation took their horses from them, and they had to make due getting away from the dead on foot. But without horses, even generations of living in the desert did not present them enough to keep this lifestyle maintainable with the constant pursuit, and they died off, one by one. Zaman is, as far as he is aware, the last remaining Zaman. After a long time afoot, he finally left the sands he loved to find a life less dangerous. One day, he knows, he will return.
Deity - Kossuth, Hoar, Shaundakul, Annedhelian Pantheon
History
Asad's entire family was unwilling to let these things continue to happen, and took to hit-and-run raids on whatever Sirandian forces they could find when he was barely old enough to ride. His teenage years were all spent riding up on knights and doing his damndest to cut them down. As he fought for his home, his connection to the lands grew stronger until his dedication took the form of druidic oaths. Magics of nature mixed well with the fury that he grew in him throughout his war-torn childhood, and he became a truly ferocious combatant.
Outside of his crusade against the knights, he remained much the same - introspective more than anything.
Had the dead not ruined everything, perhaps Asad could have made a difference. More of the invading forces could have burned away, as they deserved. They found a grave too welcoming with the dead.
The Ancient Dead
When the dead began to rise, for a while, Asad was none the wiser. His campaign against the knights was lulled for one reason or another, and his family came upon a group of villagers from nearby.. But they were different, off. Asad and his horse could smell some taint on them almost immediately. The other horses of the nomadic group began to scatter from the villagers as they approached - the dry winds carried their stink to them easily enough, and from then on, and for almost five years after that, the Zaman tribe didn't stop riding. Eventually, exhaustion and starvation took their horses from them, and they had to make due getting away from the dead on foot. But without horses, even generations of living in the desert did not present them enough to keep this lifestyle maintainable with the constant pursuit, and they died off, one by one. Zaman is, as far as he is aware, the last remaining Zaman. After a long time afoot, he finally left the sands he loved to find a life less dangerous. One day, he knows, he will return.
