Post by Quinnred on Nov 8, 2013 23:16:57 GMT -5
Name: Neahs
Age: 25
Gender: Genderless (Masculine)
Race: Chennlak
Weapon(s): Fist, head, opposable feet, Teeth, magic
Rank: Shayahton (Paladin)
Alignment: Cosmos
Eye Colour: Black
Hair Colour: none
Likes: Water, trees, caves, essentially any place with a roof, warmth, playing, darkness, songs, Genesis, Cosmos, climbing, friends, fruit, meat, colors, toys
Dislikes: Ramael, Zastarr, Corrupted Queen, fire, cold, complete silence, Cruelty, Necromancy, Large flying creatures
Appearance: Tall and slender, dark blue (near black) shell and grey skin with a varying color of spots and stripes. Wearing a unknown pelt like a poncho with leather like bracers for his hands and feet. A metal-organic jar filled with thousands of blue, marble sized, spores on his back.
Personality: Neahs is shy and child like, curious and playful of the new world he has traveled in. He can get quite grim when he ponders his journey and whether he is truly evil or good. Overall he is filled with wonder and awe, but well keep focused on his quest on hand. Neahs is also quite helpful, team work comes quite naturally to most Chennlak. Unfortunately he is easy to trick, like all pure Chennlak he cannot understand the concept of lies and thus he can be easily misinformed. Neahs is trust worthy and will never betray allies.
History: The Chennlak Tribe of Kalah had been living in their native rainforest for years, rarely having conflict with their fellow tribes. Only when Ramael created the corrupted tribes and greedy/hungry sailors discovered their land did the Kalah face a true threat. Many were hunted for their colourful exoskeletons, their forest chopped up for wood and the addictive Laelah plant, and others converted into the corrupted. When only a few hundred Kalah members were left they began training their recently born to be warriors, to be the toughest and most skilled Chennlak in existence. A select few were trained in magics normally restricted to a Shaman, but these individuals were the last hope of the tribe. These warriors were called “Shayahton” translates too “Last Fighters”.
A Chennlak named Neahs was one of these Shayahton, the most skilled of the tribe. He was given the final hope for the tribe to exist again, a celestial container holding thousands of spores, ready and waiting to touch water and hatch. It was simply known as “Hok” translated “Hope”. It was to be a test set by Cosmos for Neahs and his Shayahton brethren, to bring the Jar to a secluded location else were to resurrect the Kalah from its extinction. Whether Neahs would succeed or not would show Cosmos whether the Chennlak were a good race worth saving, or if they were naturally evil and this extinction was meant to be.
Neahs’s journey lead him through the harshest parts of the rain forest, fighting through hordes of corrupted and gangs of Sailors, losing many of his brothers. By the time he found a ship to stowaway on, all his comrades were dead, he was the last Shayahton, the last of Kalah, and caring the last Hok. Upon reaching Port Faust he discovered a strange new place, filled with a variety of people and things. In his years spent their he learned many social norms, including identifying himself as “male” though he is a genderless being. He also learned that many people liked to be wrong and get you to do the wrong things for them, he never understood why.
Neahs has now journeyed farther into this land, trying to locate this Eden for the spores upon his back. At the age of 25, he is close to the end of his life as Chennlak only live up to their 30’s, rarely 40’s. Neahs is aware of the dangers he may face, but he does not fear death, he only fears failing the test, failing his people.
Powers/Abilities/Gear: Neahs’s fist and feet are capable of breaking bones to pieces with ease, his head can also cause such damage. The Hok is indestructible and can only be carried by a pure Chennlak or Ramael (cause its Ramael). Neahs can use electric, ice, wind, and especially water magics. His speed and grace compliments his use of the magics, quick drawing them like a cowboy in a Spaghetti Western. He is also an incredible healer, soothing and tending to even the most fatal of wounds.
Age: 25
Gender: Genderless (Masculine)
Race: Chennlak
Weapon(s): Fist, head, opposable feet, Teeth, magic
Rank: Shayahton (Paladin)
Alignment: Cosmos
Eye Colour: Black
Hair Colour: none
Likes: Water, trees, caves, essentially any place with a roof, warmth, playing, darkness, songs, Genesis, Cosmos, climbing, friends, fruit, meat, colors, toys
Dislikes: Ramael, Zastarr, Corrupted Queen, fire, cold, complete silence, Cruelty, Necromancy, Large flying creatures
Appearance: Tall and slender, dark blue (near black) shell and grey skin with a varying color of spots and stripes. Wearing a unknown pelt like a poncho with leather like bracers for his hands and feet. A metal-organic jar filled with thousands of blue, marble sized, spores on his back.
Personality: Neahs is shy and child like, curious and playful of the new world he has traveled in. He can get quite grim when he ponders his journey and whether he is truly evil or good. Overall he is filled with wonder and awe, but well keep focused on his quest on hand. Neahs is also quite helpful, team work comes quite naturally to most Chennlak. Unfortunately he is easy to trick, like all pure Chennlak he cannot understand the concept of lies and thus he can be easily misinformed. Neahs is trust worthy and will never betray allies.
History: The Chennlak Tribe of Kalah had been living in their native rainforest for years, rarely having conflict with their fellow tribes. Only when Ramael created the corrupted tribes and greedy/hungry sailors discovered their land did the Kalah face a true threat. Many were hunted for their colourful exoskeletons, their forest chopped up for wood and the addictive Laelah plant, and others converted into the corrupted. When only a few hundred Kalah members were left they began training their recently born to be warriors, to be the toughest and most skilled Chennlak in existence. A select few were trained in magics normally restricted to a Shaman, but these individuals were the last hope of the tribe. These warriors were called “Shayahton” translates too “Last Fighters”.
A Chennlak named Neahs was one of these Shayahton, the most skilled of the tribe. He was given the final hope for the tribe to exist again, a celestial container holding thousands of spores, ready and waiting to touch water and hatch. It was simply known as “Hok” translated “Hope”. It was to be a test set by Cosmos for Neahs and his Shayahton brethren, to bring the Jar to a secluded location else were to resurrect the Kalah from its extinction. Whether Neahs would succeed or not would show Cosmos whether the Chennlak were a good race worth saving, or if they were naturally evil and this extinction was meant to be.
Neahs’s journey lead him through the harshest parts of the rain forest, fighting through hordes of corrupted and gangs of Sailors, losing many of his brothers. By the time he found a ship to stowaway on, all his comrades were dead, he was the last Shayahton, the last of Kalah, and caring the last Hok. Upon reaching Port Faust he discovered a strange new place, filled with a variety of people and things. In his years spent their he learned many social norms, including identifying himself as “male” though he is a genderless being. He also learned that many people liked to be wrong and get you to do the wrong things for them, he never understood why.
Neahs has now journeyed farther into this land, trying to locate this Eden for the spores upon his back. At the age of 25, he is close to the end of his life as Chennlak only live up to their 30’s, rarely 40’s. Neahs is aware of the dangers he may face, but he does not fear death, he only fears failing the test, failing his people.
Powers/Abilities/Gear: Neahs’s fist and feet are capable of breaking bones to pieces with ease, his head can also cause such damage. The Hok is indestructible and can only be carried by a pure Chennlak or Ramael (cause its Ramael). Neahs can use electric, ice, wind, and especially water magics. His speed and grace compliments his use of the magics, quick drawing them like a cowboy in a Spaghetti Western. He is also an incredible healer, soothing and tending to even the most fatal of wounds.