[CHAR] The Lurish Empire

[KabenSaal]

Added a few bits so it fit in well with my app.

Faile Ti Bashere

Name: Faile Ti Bashere
Race: Dunia Demi-god (Falcon Aspect)
Inventory: Leon Todmeister's Fantabulously Far-reaching Rifle of Unforeseeable and Unperceived Bereavement.
Custom made Rifle (so called because of the groves cut into the barrel to make the lead spin in flight for greater penetration and accuracy, called 'Rifling' by the creator, a Gromish inventor called Leon Todmeister) to take advantage of Faile's heritage, the weapon is unique in all the world, and quite possibly ranks as one of the best long-barreled firearms within said world.
It has no scope - Faile needs no scope to take advantage of the rifle - but is single shot, and so needs reloading after every fire. Faile can make up to four shots a minute, in good conditions. The incredible length of the gun makes it impractical in close quaters (Faile believes anything less than four hundred yards is close), and most people would be unable to use it, due to the need of getting used to the gun's specific quirks and firing degrees on short distances. Faile, who can count the strands of hair on a man's chin from over three hundred yards away, is perfectly able to uterlize the gun to it's fullest extent.
Melee: Leon Todmeister's Amazing Knuckle Covering Knife of Swift Disenboweling
Weapon also made by Leon Todmeister, this has the handle of the knife with four holes in it, so the user can slot their fingers into it, and punch someone as easily as attacking them with with blade part.
Back up Weapon: The Roses of Scarlet: A pair of twin-barrled revolvers, with an extended barrel and special powder to increase the flight range of the round. It doesn't have nearly as long a range of Faile's rifle, but with her skill and abilities, can make clean shots at up to three hundred and fifty yards. The firing mechanism shoots off both bullets at the same time, but a bit of Grommish enginerring between barrels allows the gun to release recoil omnidirectionally, effectively negating it's own kick by a substantual degree and allowing for one-handed wielding and swifting firing. While Faile prefers to stay beyond the eye-sight of most, there are situations that simply call for a pair of revolvers.
Powers: Faile was born to a Falcon Spirit, mostly worshiped as a god by the Dunia, and this granted her a few interesting benifits. One of them, being the eyesight of the Falcon, granting her unparalleled sight, and a night vision beyond normal humans, but not perfect like a Feline. However, the skill with a rifle was not given to her, but earned over a decade of use, turning her into a grand gunslinger, and the head of a multi-racial mercenary group. She also has some skill with Alchemy, able to create the powder her weapons require, but is not anything special with it.

Background Faile Ti Bashere was born to her mother, Eloviana Ti Bashere, who never knew the girl's father, or claimed to never know him at least. She would not tell young Faile anything about him, or explain why her eyes looked dodgy, with the irises more slit than circle. However, one day when she was young, Faile was accosted by a strange, old Dunia woman, the kinda Faile's mother told her to avoid, since they always wanted something from you. But this woman simply stared into her eyes, and then proclaimed - in very fractured Lurish - that she was the 'Daughter of the Eagle' referrring to the Animal Gods that the Dunia worshipped. The encounter left Faile confused and she initially rejected the woman's proclamation, running home to her mother and shutting the door behind her. When Eloviana came out to see what had gotten Faile so upset, she told her about the encounter with the woman. Much to Faile's surprise, Eloviana suddenly clutched Faile into her rather considerable bosom, and revealed that she had been lying to the girl. Eloviana did remember who had gotten her pregnant, but did not think anyone would believe her.

She told Faile about a hunting trip she was one on, going though the desert, and got attacked by bandits, who shot several of the people, killed the horses, and made off with all the valubles. Eloviana was the only woman to survive the night, as the rest had been wounded and died in their sleep, so when she awoke, she was all alone in the middle of a desert. And then, a tall, red skinned man came out of the mirage in the desert. At first, Eloviana thought it was just a hallucination, but the man got to her, and picked her up. He had barely a loincloth covering him, and his body was strong and muscular, but the most striking aspect was his eyes, they where slit and a strange, orange colour.

He did not say anything, but simply held out his hand to Eloviana, an offer she took. The man then led her though a few miles of desert, constructing a head-wrap from the remains of her dress when she began to sweat profusely. Then, after they covered the distance, the Eagle-Man had led her to an oasis. The resulting night, was when Faile was made, but the man was gone in the morning, when a trading caravan had stopped by to refill their water supply. Eloviana caught a ride to the nearest city and from there found a job and eventually had Faile. Faile was shocked to hear that she had been born of some desert appearing man-eagle, but it made more sense. Why her eyes where slit, why she could pick out wood-grains in beams, and why her mother tried to keep her away from the Dunia, who were her true people. Elouviana made Faile promise not to tell anyone, but such a thing got around town, and beyond. So, a few years later, when she grew of age, a bounty hunter group had heard of her and her miraculous eyesight, and come around, offering training and a steady job hunting the ruffians of the world. With her mother sick and weak, Faile took off with the men and women, to start her new life, and support her ailing mother.

Faile took up the art of the Musket rather quickly, but it was soon found out her eyesight out ranged most muskets, causing her to over-shoot the target, and miss with irritating frequency. Faile trained with the musket for many hours every day until she could accurately point the edge of the musket's range, this assisted in her making more accurate shots and she quickly became known for her sharp eye. With an amassing fortune, even with sending a portion of her bounties and pay to her mother, Emily sort out the Grommish genius - eccentric, borderline insane by most people's reckoning, so he didn't do much business - Leon Todmeister, and with him at the helm, wrought a beautiful new musket, called a rifle by the inventor. The full name of 'Leon Todmeister's Fantabulously Far-reaching Rifle of Unforeseeable and Unperceived Bereavement.' was a bit much for Faile, and she could see why people thought he was a bit nuts, but the rifle was a marvel, and far out-ranged any other rifle in the Hunter group. For providing him with the 'inspiration' to go on, and giving him a lot of money to create the rifle, Leon made Faile a second weapon, called 'Leon Todmeister's Amazing Knuckle Covering Knife of Swift Disenboweling'. Faile decided to call it a 'Punch Knife' because the metal covering the fingers and would hit harder than flesh alone, while most knife handles where covered by the hand. As she was leaving, however, a scrap of paper caught her incredibly sharp eye, and so she went over to check it out. What she was, where the inital plans for a pair of revolvers, with two barrels. Headed 'Leon Todmiester's Grandiose Revolvers of Rapid Bullet-Deliverance', they looked really nice. So, still with enough money to fund whatever was thrown her way, she collared Leon, and set about discussing the weaponry he had written down. Leon initally dismissed it, due to the fact that the recoil of two barrels firing simultaniously would snap most peoples arms when fired in one hand. However, Faile did not let him up, throwing good-natured suggestions until Leon had a bout of what he called 'Outhouse Inspiration' and added a specific system to the gun, between barrels. When the gun was fired, this would release the force in every direction, making it a bit wierd to fire, but solving the recoil.

After this, Leon got to work in ernist, and added a small edit to his additional plan, increasing the barrel length so that the bullet would have more spin to it, and adding a special powder to the bullets, propelling them further and faster. Faile loved what he finally came up with, since the only metal that could withstand the new powder's force was a deep red in colour. Mentally, as to not upset Leon's naming skills, she dubbed them the Scarlet Roses. After paying for the recipe of the powder, and the guns, she set off again, happy, and content.

With her pockets lightened and her new, Eagle-Eye friendly weaponry ready, Faile was ready to set off into a new chapter of her bounty hunting, killing or wounding men from more paces away then they could see, and shattering their spirit. But, the leader of the camp was found dead in his tent one day, and the camp felt as if it was going to tear itself apart with suspicion, so Faile took her weapons, slipped her roses into a plifered set of holsters, and set out on her own, not wanting to be in the middle of the fight when it came to a head. She would travel from town to town, creating her own band of mercenaries, and give every race who wished to wield a gun, or hammer an anvil - because camp followers were as important as the actual hunters - a space within her ranks. A special place, to the Dunia, if they wished it. Eventually, she was contracted by the Lurish empire to provide support to their new jungle expoditions, and so she set out with them, interested in these new lands.

Current Location/Profession: Head of the Falcon's Wings, a mercenary division that plays host to a multitude of races.

[Rasmus]

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.

Relations (Will be updated as the RP goes on)

Lurish Explorers and Settlers:
Though he has not encountered or seen a Lurish in his life, Peo'tskome has heard stories of them from defeated Huritt tribesmen and he has personally seen the power of the Lurish firearms (known as Iiniwa or Thunder Spears in Dahote). Terrified yet intrigued at the same time, Peo'tskome often wonders what will happen when the Dahote eventually encounters the Lurish.

The Dahote:
Sharing the same passion as his father to unite the people of the Great River, Peo'tskome's loyalty to his people is unbreakable. Though he sometimes doubt the decisions of the Council, Peo'tskome is still willing to do anything for the Confederation.

Miscellaneous Info

The Dahote Confederation:
A relatively new Confederation, the Dahote was founded by Chief Megedagik of the Setangya. A Confederation consisting of many of the Great River tribes, the Dahote is a relatively powerful tribal confederation ruled by a council of Chieftains who each represent their own tribes. The culture of the Dahote tribes is still relatively untouched by Lurish influence, though that may soon change.

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-The Three Major Tribes of The Dahote, The River Natives-

The Setangya:
The largest tribal group within the Dahote, the Setangya is a warrior tribe of nomads who inhabit the western territories of the Dahote. For as long as anyone can remember, the Setangya had always survived by raiding smaller tribes, turning them into an effective fighting force. Under the leadership of Chief Megedagik, the tribe began to reform. The first major step was of course to cease hostilities with the other tribes and begin a campaign of peace. But of course, old traditions do not go away easily and the Setangya are still capable warriors, with many of their warriors being the predominant fighting force of the confederation.

The Ahuli:
The second largest tribal group within the Dahote, the Ahuli were once fierce rivals of the Setangya. Hunter-gathering nomads, they often clashed with the Setangya for food and land. Despite this, the Ahuli are a mostly peaceful tribe known for their skilled witch doctors and powerful shamans. Headed by Chief Wahchintonka, the Ahuli were amongst the last to join the Confederation.

The Paytah:
A collection of smaller tribes, the Paytah people are a group of agricultural natives who inhabits the northern reaches of the Dahote. Under the leadership of Chief Matchitisiw, the Paytah remained relatively isolated from the other River tribes, peacefully cultivating the lands north of the Great River. During the Unification, the Paytah were amongst the first to agree with Chief Megedagik. They are the backbone of the Dahote Confederation and their territory serves as the breadbasket of the Dahote.

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The Huritt:
Bordering the Dahote, the Huritt are a southwestern tribe of hunter-gathering nomads. Their territory is vast and their people are plenty, and they are generally peaceful towards other tribes and outsiders. Sharing their western borders with the Empire, Lurish influence within the Huritt is quite dominant. Their hunters trade furs for muskets and their warriors are trained in irregular tactics using firearms and bows. With recent Lurish expansion, the Huritt are forced to migrate east to avoid conflict with Lurish settlers and explorers. This often causes problems for them as they are bordered to the east by the Dahote, who sees them as trespassers.

High Chief Megedagik, The Great Tongue:
Head of the Dahote Council and Chieftain of the Setangya, Megedagik is the one who united the River Natives under the Dahote Confederation. A wise man who would rather settle disputes with words than force, Megedagik is renowned throughout the Dahote as being a man of peace, with many respectfully calling him as The Great Tongue. He is also the father of Peo'tskome.

[UnforgivingCake]

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.

[KaptainSigyl]

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.