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Name:
Peo'tskome
Age:
32
Gender:
Male
Allegiance:
Setangya Tribe, Dahote Confederation

Appearance:

Standing at an above average height with terrifying warpaint covering most of his body, Peo'tskome is quite an intimidating figure to behold. Physically imposing and well-built, with broad shoulders and a thick chest, he is in the best physical form for his age. A fierce warrior, his body is covered in a multitude of scars gained from countless battles.

Personality:
Cold, reserved and fiercely loyal to his people, Peo'tskome is a rather complicated individual. To some, he is a loyal and caring leader; to others, he is simply a merciless brute. Personally, he is a quiet individual who rarely smiles and tends to only speak when spoken to. Fiercely loyal to the Dahote, Peo'tskome is willing to do anything to ensure the continued survival of his people.

Background:
Born the eldest of the three sons of Chief Megedagik of the Setangya Tribe, Peo'tskome was the only one amongst the other two to survive into adulthood. Ever since he was a young boy, he had a knack for fighting and he was raised to be a warrior of the Setangya. During his youth, he spent most of his time following the older tribesmen into raids and skirmishes against the other tribes of the Great River. In time, Peo'tskome eventually became a War Chief himself, and he led many raids against rival tribes of the Setangya.

By the age of 21, he was already a veteran of combat and has become a rather effective war leader. During the Unification, he assisted his father in keeping the peace throughout the Great River as his father negotiated with the other greater tribes. Following the formation of the Dahote Confederation, Peo'tskome led a host of several hundred Dahote warriors throughout the Great River, assimilating smaller tribes through his own form of diplomacy. At the age of 32, Peo'tskome has become a renowned War Chief and he is the leader of the Dahote Warriors, answering only to the Council.

Nowadays, Peo'tskome and his warband defends the western borders of the Dahote against Huritt incursions.

Equipment:

  • Ceremonial War Hatchet
  • Decorated Musket, Iiniwa (Thunder Spear)
  • Bow and Arrows
  • Stone Spear
  • Pinto Horse

Skills, Proficiencies and Traits:

  • Reputation:
    As a renowned warrior of the Dahote, Peo'tskome is a feared and respected individual known by many. Currently, he holds the title of War Chief and is in charge of guarding the western reaches of the Dahote. He is a fierce fighter and a feared War Leader with hundreds of warriors loyal to him.
  • Weapon Mastery:
    Adept in archery and melee fighting, Peo'tskome is a skilled fighter raised in the way of the warrior. A veteran of many battles, he is generally unfazed by death and combat.
  • Weapon of the Gods:
    With Lurish influence barely present within the Dahote, the musket that Peo'tskome wields is still considered by many of the Dahote to be a terrifying weapon granted to the War Chief by the gods themselves. In reality, his musket is a war trophy gained during a raid against the Huritt. Though at first he had no idea as to how to wield the weapon, he now knows how to effectively use it after having been taught by a captured Huritt.




Hidden 9 yrs ago Post by UnforgivingCake
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Name: Khuno

Age: 19

Allegiance: Ikmandhu Tribe

Appearance:
He is short, but athletic, with thick and muscular arms to help him climb trees and vines. His skin is dark, darker than most of the people of his tribe, but it slightly shines copper-like tones when it meets sunlight. His deep green eyes contrast his skin tone, they resemble the colour of the emeralds he carries on his necklace, along with many other gems, stones and pebbles. His hair is thick, but short. He cuts it regularly with a knife so that it doesn’t get in the way of his hunting. He dresses with dark leather trousers and a slightly lighter coloured leather vest, decorated with various coloured hand-drawn symbols on the back of it.

Personality:
Khuno is hot-tempered, often making mistakes because of his rash decisions. He knows this has caused him trouble in the past, but he can’t help it. His temper does not translate to him being a violent person, he thinks diplomacy and conversation is always the best way to solve problems, however his lack of patience makes it fairly hard to solve an argument if someone has an opposed opinion to Khuno’s. Most people see him as a strong leader, capable of managing diplomatic relations with other tribes, as well as leading a fearsome army.
Khuno is particularly bitter towards the Lurish people. At first, he saw them as guests who were simply visiting the land. Soon he realised that they did not consider the Ikmandhu’s land to be owned by anyone, and that they were planning to claim it themselves. From this point onwards he respected them, and was still fascinated by their technology and their knowledge, but hated them for not respecting his people.

Background:
As the son of the Ikmandhu’s leader Khuno was expected to be a great leader, so his mother tried to educate him to be an eloquent and respectful person toward others, in which she single-handedly succeeded. However, Khuno would always try to escape from his mother’s sight to train his hunter skills. He wanted to follow his deceased father’s legacy as the best hunter in the tribe’s history. His mother had already suffered enough with her husband’s death; she didn’t want his son to follow the same path.
Khuno progressively improved his skills as he gained more freedom from her mother, to the point that he was ascended from hunter to fighter, as an official defender of the tribe. At first, he mastered the use of the bow and arrow and the spear, as they were the main hunting weapons, after that, the fighters saw potential in Khuno, and decided to train him in combat.
He is destined to be the tribe’s leader when his mother eventually meets her husband again in the afterlife. In the meantime, he just continues training and hunting, because he knows that soon he will need to be ready to defend his land.

Equipment:
Engraved wooden spear, stone pointed head.
Crossbow, gift of a Lurish general.
Jewelled necklace.
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Name: Robert Carter / Rotenatankan

Age: Twenty-four

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Lurish loyalist

Appearance: Robert's face is broadly handsome, with high cheekbones and a distinct, strong chin. Thick, often-furrowed brows and a deep set almost frame his eyes, a deep, dark brown made almost black. He wears his dark hair long, though always pulled back in a tail. A long, sharp nose forms a mountain on his face, and his wide mouth a canyon.
Robert is tan, but not dark, easily mistaken for someone in the sun a lot, or from a different province. His clothes are typically of middlingly low make, cloths that are soft enough, stitching tight enough, and colors more drab - browns, greys, maybe a dark green.

Personality: Robert is a complicated person, comfortable under Lurish rule but, occasionally feeling pangs of dissent; quiet outrage at a beaurocracy, or cursing a new tax. He is generally able to chalk this up to everyday stress, but it gnaws at him whether he realizes it or not. From day-to-day, though, he carries on as anyone else would, working, socializing, relaxing.
As a child he was quick to anger, screaming for minutes at the slightest provocation, but as he grew, he channeled it into work; around the house, helping neighbors, even odd jobs for money on the side. While not explosive with anger, he retains a fierce spirit, and, atleast so he thinks, wisdom beyond his years.

Background: Rotenatankan was born to an indigenous woman, of whom he does not know the name. The woman's village was near the edge of developed Lurish land, staying just out of sight of foresters. As the Lurish expanded, space was needed, and the village was in the space. During the first days of expansion, a Lurish forester named Malcolm came upon a creek in the woods, where a native woman was washing a wound on her leg, a deep pierce that went atleast to bone.
Intending to return her to the village and inform them of incoming change, he treated the wound with a salve and a bandage, and stayed with her at the creek. It wasn't long before dark fell, and Malcolm built the two of them a fire, making sure to keep the native woman warm to avoid sickness. The light of the fire cast a warm orange hue on the world, and an equally warm humor on the two, and an uneasy silence became a friendly quiet, which became meaningful glances, which became an embrace and the rest of the night.
When Malcolm awoke, he found the woman had fashioned a makeshift crutch, and with both it and his help, could walk well enough for them to return to her village. The entire event became cold and distant again, and Malcolm tried his best to communicate the danger they could face very soon, but the native village either could not understand or did not care, and sent him away. As he returned to Lurish land, he left trail markers - several sets - to make sure he could find his way back if need be.
Nearly a year later, need was. Logging and hunting was on an enormous rise in the area, and thousands of acres of forest had to be made safe for those professions; expansionary forces were called upon to clear the forest of natives, with foresters as forward scouts. Malcolm managed his way into scouting the area that housed the village he had visited, and left immediately into the forest. Many of his trail markers had been destroyed, but enough were left for him to follow, and he was soon outside the village.
The moon was still in the early-morning sky, and it didn't take long for Robert to find the native woman, awake, and tending a baby. Seeing him, she was ecstatic, and Malcolm knew the child was his son. Using a book of rudimentary translations, Malcolm told the woman of the incoming danger, that they were about to be forced from their homes.
As they were preparing to inform the rest of the village, the Lurish attack began, a number of gunshots ringing in the sky. Warriors screaming, hide-walled tents ablaze, blood on the trampled grass. In the chaos, Malcolm lost sight of his child's mother, but he himself carried young Robert.
Robert lost his identity of Rotenatankan that day, never learning the culture of his people by birthright, growing up as happily as a child can without a mother, under Lurish rule.
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