Name: Darsi Ruuk
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Dorak
Kingdom of Origin: Dorakis
Physical Appearance: Darsi stands at six feet, two inches, just like his brother. His scales and underbelly are both of a brown ochre hue, also just like his brother. His three-fingered hands and three-toed feet have had their digging claws shaved down for ease of movement, again, just like his brother. That, however, is where the similarities end. Darsi has allowed his leathery dreadlocks to grow out, reaching down to his back in length. Heās also got a few much smaller ones adorning his chin. His scales are in a generally better condition than his Dosiās, being that he has never roughed it out in the wilderness of Dorakis like he has. He has a bit of gunk encrusted in his eyes and nostrils, which always shows up again a few days later after heās breathed in some more incenses. Heās definitely not as fit as his brother, having a bit of a beer gut, but nothing too plump.
Attire: Darsi wears a light brown fabric vest that leaves his torso exposed, and a pair of trousers made of a similar, alebit darker fabric, held up with an improperly fastened leather belt. All of these items are not in their prime conditions, but they arenāt coming undone at the seams, so thatās good enough for him. He doesnāt possess any footwear, just like Dosi. Unlike Dosi, however, he has quite a few pieces of jewelry on at all times ā bands, rings, necklaces, all the sort.
Personality: Of the Ruuk brothers, Darsi exemplifies the more carefree, curious, and experimenting nature of the Dorak. Heās always one to try new things, and he most often enjoys them greatly. He possesses a distinct admiration for the cultural activities and traditions of other races, most often the ones that involve celebration and/or some kind of substance intake. Never one to turn down and opportunity to meet new folks and have a good time with them, often insisting they try his concoctions for the sake of fun.
Hobbies/interests: Darsi enjoys collecting insectoids, plant life, and other materials wherever he and Dosi travel, in order to discover their effects as ingredients in his experiments. Heās also been practicing with a pair of drums made from a foreign leather, discovering new rhythms every now and again.
Skills: Darsi is a brewer, an herbalist, a bomb maker, and a musician (somewhat). He loves nothing more than to bring a sense of joy and cheer to those around him, be that in the form of offering them his concocted beverages, herbal incenses, a song or two, and even a hand in battle. Darsi takes great pride in compiling list upon list of recipes for new drinks, drugs and bombs, often including foreign materials in his latest experiments, as well as trying new rhythms with his drums to soothe and mystify both friends and passersby alike. Heās adept at examining materials and discerning what they are comprised of and what effect they might have if eaten raw or mixed with something else, a skill on par with most alchemists (though he couldnāt tell you anything about a magic-infused material).
Backstory: Darsi and Dosi Ruuk were both born twenty-one years ago to the lead family of the Ruuk Patriarchy. Before them came an eldest brother and an older sister, and afterwards came two more sisters, and finally, one last younger brother. Thus, it was a sizeable family, as was common with the Dorak. From the moment the two were born less than a minute apart (the family forgot who came first), they were nigh inseparable. Always playing together, always doing chores in tandem, everything. The only hint of a division came between their interests. Dosi grew up admiring the stories his father Damatas told of hunts and excursions and taming monstrous creatures all across the vastness of Dorakis, always aiming to follow in a similar line of service to the Patriarchy. Darsi, on the other hand, was much more enamored by the cultural liveliness of his people, aspiring to become a brewer and herbalist like his mother Carmessi. During the boysā early years, they each took up their desired fields of skillsets from one of their parents, Dosi training daily with his father, and Darsi with his mother. Time went on, and the two quickly displayed their talents for their respective works.
Fast forward some years. By the time the twins were in their teens, their parents had begun slowing down their training them and focusing more on the Patriarchy, which they were disheartened by. The Ruuk Patriarchy had been dwindling in numbers and resources at that point in time, and needed to focus on stockpiling resources. Darsi had learned how to brew quite a few drinks and incenses, and even helped domesticate a newly hatched Gimian Skora ā a twin-tailed scorpion - for the Patriarchy to use as a service creature, which Dosi had helped his older brother and father to recover from a nest. They named her Karkada, after not much thought. While the twins understood their parentsā relocation of attention, they still wanted to perfect their skills. Thus, they asked to spend some time with their aunt Goka, who lived topside as an Omnik (a Dorak who has chosen not to serve a Patriarchy) atop a Varaka Bertis, along with many other experienced masters of Dorak traditions and practices. While it took some convincing and pleading, and a promise to visit every once in a while, the twins eventually got their wish. They next morning they bid the Patriarchy and Karkada farewell, and met with their aunt a short walk away.
The next seven years in the twinsā lives were spent riding atop a Varaka Bertis, living with Goka. She was firm friends with some very stories individuals ā hunters, brewers, crafters, herbalists, bomb makers, so on and so forth. Sheād gotten them to agree to train the boys to the best of their abilities. Some were happy to pass on their knowledge and techniques, while others were a little lazy about the whole ordeal. Whatever the case, Darsi and Dosi both began training under masters that same day. Darsi took up a job as a brewerās assistant, serving the lively community atop the Varaka Bertis with new recipes for drinks and dishes he learned, all the while practicing his other skills when he was free. Dosi joined up with a hunting group who tracked down and cleared out troublesome nests and hives, and brought back the spoils for their fellow Dorak to enjoy, learning as well to craft his own material goods like weapons and armor. The twins worked well together ā Dosi went out to kill insects and gather plants and brought them back to Darsi, who used most of the resources to make food, drinks and incenses, and the unusable materials he gave back to his brother to craft into goods. The two were quickly becoming masters themselves, impressive for two Dorak at such a young age. They visited their Patriarchy frequently, bringing with them plentiful resources to help them in their trying times, for which they were grateful. But there was always an underlying sense of wanderlust between the two that made them want to see what lied beyond Dorakis. They talked and dreamed of it, but thatās all they ever did. Talk and dream. Beyond their wondering, they continued with their work. It was a productive life that the twins cherished. The good times, however, eventually came to an end.
A tragedy fell upon the Ruuk Patriarchy one night when Damatas and Maliko were leading a burrowing expansion to make for more storage room. They unknowingly burrowed right into a dormant nest of Araki Dimos ā Devil Spiders. The group was unprepared to face the creatures, and thus, lost several members. Among the victims, to the horror and sadness of Damatas and the rest of the Patriarchy, was Maliko, who was slated to inherit the role of Patriarch upon the formerās passing. The day after this event, Damatas sent for Darsi and Dosi to return home immediately, and of course, they did. After a brief period of mourning, Damatas explained to the twins that, with Maliko gone, one of them had to take his place as heir to the Patriarchy. And they had to decide who. The issue was, however, that
neither of them wished to take over upon their fatherās passing, whenever that may be. Theyād grown far too accustomed to their lives topside, and had even been considering assuming Omnik status. As expected, their father was both disheartened and angered by this, reminding them that their youngest brother Koba was far too young to assume the role himself. Everything got more and more heated from that point onward. The argument eventually ended on a poor note, and Damatas resigned for the night, postponing the issue. The twins stuck around in their old den and talked the whole situation over. And after quite some thought, they decided on a course of action.
The next morning, the twins were gone. Theyād left a note explaining how neither of them wanted to be forced into the role of Patriarch, and how that they had officially declared themselves Omnik. They went further than that, however. After leaving with Karkada in tow ā now fully grown and fitted with a small hut on her shell ā they returned to Goka and explained the problem to her. She told them that Damatas would most likely have the Patriarchy come and drag them back home. Thus, she presented them with a solution ā leave Dorakis. Travel around Tithe for a bit. Think things over, come back when Damatas had mellowed some. Goka said if he came around, sheād do her best to keep him from finding out where theyād gone. She herself had traveled the land some in her youth, and it was an experience she couldnāt recommend on any higher degree. In the end, the twins agreed to follow up on her suggestion with a bit of an added goal. They suddenly aspired to become merchants. Make a bit of a living outside instead of just sightseeing. They took all of their belongings and resources, stocked them up atop Karkada, hugged Goka goodbye, and set out for the borders of Dorakis.
Family:
- Carmessi Ruuk, 43 (mother)
- Damatas Ruuk, 46 (father)
- Dosi Ruuk, 21 (twin brother)
- Goka, 45 (aunt)
- Koba Ruuk, 14 (youngest brother)
- Lakshmi Ruuk, 25 (older sister)
- Maliko Ruuk, 26 (eldest brother, deceased)
- Sangessa Ruuk, 17 (younger sister)
- Tava Ruuk, 15 (youngest sister)
Relationships:
| Dosi Ruuk | Great | Twin Brother | āMe blood, man. Me blood. Dosi anā I be bonded since births. Maybe we aināt got the same likings and doings, but together? Weās everything we need to be. Wouldnāt change that evah.ā
Weaponry: Darsi keeps a stockpile of homebrewed explosives aboard Karkada. Molotov cocktails, smoke grenades, caltrops, gases, all the sort and beyond, all kinds of volatile concoctions and deterrents, all labeled and expertly crafted.
Abilities: As far as physical, combat-employable abilities go, Darsi is experienced in only one regard ā throwing stuff. Beyond that, he canāt do much else for you but get your mind clear and your stomach full with a meal and a smoke before battle.
Weaknesses: Like all Dorak, Darsiās four eyes are completely useless in dark or unlit areas, and even out in the daylight, his vision is at most times unreliable, meaning he has to rely on his senses. Therein lies the issue with his constant drink and herbal intake ā his senses are usually clogged by gunk and fluid, encrusted in his nostrils and eye sockets, which he has to clean regularly. Darsi is in no way experienced with live combat and is thus rubbish in a fight without his stockpile of bombs, and Dosi and Karkada by his side.
Companion: Darsi and Dosi both ride atop a Gimian Skora ā a gigantic, female, twin-tailed scorpion ā named Karkada. Armored in a sturdy black shell with white fur packed between the crevices, Karkada is an imposing creature to behold. The twins raised her since she was a hatchling and, with the use of expertly crafted pacifying incenses, managed to tame her and turn her into a loyal companion. Thanks to Karkadaās sheer size and strength, she can carry the weight equivalent of a small, one-room hut atop her shell ā which, incidentally, she does. Darsi and Dosi use her as a pack mule, a mobile home, and bodyguard when they are traveling through dangerous areas. Karkada, unfortunately, had her stingers removed when she was young, a precaution taken in case she ever attacked the family. Her venom glands still remain however, which Darsi uses in some of his concoctions, and Dosi coats his spears with the lethal substance.
Other: Darsiās inventory stock includes custom-brewed drinks, on-the-spot food dishes, incenses that provide varying beneficial (and sometimes negative) effects, the ingredients to craft either (which may entice some alchemists), homemade throwing bombs, and maybe even songs if heās feeling up to it.
Also he has no idea who the hell Polaris is. Or any of the Red Legion, for that matter.