Tajjus

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Kili smiled at the good news, and how his old guardian was making up her mind to stay with. She sounded slightly uncertain as well as duty-bound, though Kili believed she would be a great addition to the twelve homeless dwarves. Thorin would most likely be reluctant to have yet another non-dwarf aboard his mission, but, in time, he would see what she was worth.
“I’m very glad to hear that.” Kili would begin, before he would hear an all-too familiar whistle, then a small ‘thok’ sound. An arrow had landed right inside the house, it’s opposite end pointing towards the open window which the stranger had peeked out of moments before. Kili would widen his brow.
“Fili, quietly wake the others.” Kili would say, as he himself would turn to do so. Then a small grumble could be heard outside—before countless more arrow-sounds against the house could be heard. Only these arrows were fire-tipped.
“Wake them now!”

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Tajjus lowered his bow. He’d just forced the hand of the orcs. He had sent an arrow of his own directly into the window, close to the two individuals; the elf and the dwarf. His warning shot was something to get them alert. Now the Orcs were beginning to set fire to the house, but soon, the others would be awake. Tajjus was providing them all a small chance, though he counted it as almost null void anyways. The sheer number of the Orcs was going to be these dwarves downfall.

He still had his target…and his life depended on it. If Tajjus didn’t turn the elf in the orcs would hunt him ruthlessly to the end of his days. Tajjus knew they were strong, and though he was no coward, he was in little mood to have his days numbered. So he loaded a poison arrow that was capable of drugging the victim into a temporary daze, which would evolve into a sleep within the span of ten seconds. He would keep his sights on the elf~

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Kili tilted his head to the side at the name, as he nodded. It was a beautiful name. His eyes would follow her as she backed away and stood to full height.
“You spend a lot of your time in those, don’t you Saeril?” Kili asked, after she told him where she’d come out of. “You’re moving like you’re already going to leave. If you’re really Delva, then I trust you. I could get the other dwarves to trust you as well. There is room for you on our quest.” Kili said, his thoughts seemed to be fractured some. “Or even if you’re not leaving, you could help us.” Kili went on. To have an old family-like member leave the same day she came would definitely be something he would frown upon…though meeting her, for the first time was an experience he already had deemed to be amazing.

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Tajjus watched from afar, still from his perch in the shadows. He had not moved, not shifted focus off of the arriving Orc army, nor the house with the she-efl in it. He watched, seeing the small bits and pieces of what they were doing through the window in the side of the house. From his vantage point, the window was a much smaller thing to look through, but he peered past it nonetheless, watching and waiting.

He never got the conversation, not the voices, but the gestures and faces he could make out somewhat. He would now see that how peculiar his target was: an elf liking a dwarf. Most often, he noticed those species didn’t co-exist well. So she has a heart. Tajjus mused. He would take a glimpse at the advancing Orc forces. They were a numerous force, and if something was not said or done soon, these Orcs would surely ravage the house. They were gaining, planting more archers, and their inhumanly giant wolves were joining in the joining in on the progressive stalk. More and more Orc archers were surrounding the perimeter of the house. They were all just meters away from the house, within all the forest growth, hiding, assembling, and awaiting the command from their leader.

Tajjus would sit, his bowstring idle, as he decided what to do. Anyone who exited the hous would be walking into a death trap. He was outside, and behind and above their lines. Tajjus gave a muffled grunt to himself. His conscience was tugging at him, but he had his own job.

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Kili was still astonished to see his god mother before him. So this was what Delva had really looked like? He would look into the elves eyes, and see the pure joy within. She had missed him. His eyes had a small split-second interest in his boots as he realized he had missed her some. She symbolized his younger child hood days, when things were much, much more simple. Now here she was. But what had brought her here? More than a hanful of questions boiled in Kili’s mind. He at last collected himself to face Delva again.
“What is your real name? We called you Delva, but who were you really, since you exist after all.” Kili said with some uncertainty. He didn’t know how to act as of now. He wasn’t embarrassed, or full of hatred to see her, but it was just an indescribable odd experience for him. He was frankly surprised his brother didn’t have much input other than a nod.
The dwarf had grown, and just like a man who saw an old play thing, or maybe was sifting through childhood memories, Kili was slow to express himself in the face of nostalgia.

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Kili’s gaze seemed to intensify as he heard the elf’s soft voice speak to him and his brother. His grip on his bow would loosen without him knowing. What was being said here…Kili would pause for a few moments, blinking twice, hardly believing his eyes. He was looking at his old care taker. The memories of the letters flashed through his brain.

“D-Delva?”

Kili took a few steps forward, before looking to his brother. He would nod a quiet ‘you win’ to his brother. Fili had, afterall, claimed that she had truly exhisted. Kili had figured someone was doing something with all the letters, and he had agreed to name his invisible guardian ‘Delva’ but it had been Fili who had been believing their guardian existed in the first place. Over the years, Kili’s doubt had gradually increased. It was a bit humbling to see the person he thought hadn’t really been around right in front of his face. For one of the few times in his life, Kili was speechless.

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Tajjus exhaled a light huff, though it would be left unclear if it was one of frustration or dissatisfaction. The she-elf was not going to fight, she was making it rather clear.
“Is that not, again, assuming I am driven entirely by greed, rather than elements of determination or necessity?” Tajjus returned to her without further a due. Then there was something. An admittance. She was saying he was hunting her, when he hadn’t officially confirmed it. It was something that told him there was a chance that either she was admitting he was hunting her. Meaning that she had a chance of knowing that she was his target after all. Or, she was wrapping up some of her own quip. The latter seemed less likely, given his circumstances. The woman would go on to look at the two shadowed figures. There was a muttering of how she wanted him to leave, and where to look. Tajjus counted her advice null-void, but would back off nonetheless. He would depart, turning around, wordlessly leaving this she-elf to her doings.

This conversation hadn’t been only to exchange philosophies or warnings…but as Tajjus had originally set as his objective, he was the calm before the storm. He would seem to dissipate into the forest without effort, as he distanced himself from the house, returning up the mountain. But he would not leave, rather he would turn around, and watch. The Orc army who had been chasing someone or the other was on the move. Tajjus caught a glimpse of moving shadows, slowly coming in the direction of the house. Whether they had followed him or not, they were locking onto the house. Slowly spreading out, planting their archers strategically, no doubt. And so, now that the wind had whistled against this house, and left, they would be subject to enduring the full might of the coming Orcs. Why he stood and watched? He still had questions to be answered.

The orc army was specifically out of ear shot, and some distance, but definitely gradually closing in from the latter end of the house, forming a growing semi-circle as they went.
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Kili would move from the shadows, though not entirely from his overall advantage point. This woman, this man, this creature were all still possible enemies. Until the strange man left after the elf muttered to him, and she seemed to ease herself. Kili still had his bow ready, though it wasn’t aimed specifically for anyone.
“Alright then. Who are you?” Kili interrupted the looming quietness, by jutting a question out at the tall, elegant being.

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Kili would nod in return to his brother’s evident disagreement, and would draw an arrow from his quiver, preparing his bow for use. He fixed his eyes upon the cloaked tall-elf looking woman, though he would aim more to the strange figure, the armored man in the window. He readied his string when he would hear the growl of something near by. It would only alert his senses more, and the dwarf would prepare for combat.
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Tajjus remained stone still, like a statue, as he would listen to the elf’s reply.
“Why is it that greed is stereotyped as a man’s cause for hunt?” Tajjus asked in return to her question, without a yielding voice either. Tajjus’s hollow helmet eye pieces would only provide the emptiness of their miniature abysses, as he continued to stand his ground. His eyes would flicker from location to location as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye—two small ones were kneeling, seeming to ready themselves for the coming conflict. His and this she-elf’s words were but the calm before the storm. It was a quietness that was filled with both warning and knowledge. A fight would transpire, and both sides were wise enough to be prepared for it.
Tajjus’s head had remained locked in its forward position. Until he heard a deep growl behind him. Tajjus would mentally prepare himself for very quick movement on a milli-seconds notice, a knife slipping it’s way from his gauntlet into his hand ever so subtly.
“I lost my place a while ago, similar to the person I am looking for. It is not a question of where my place is, it is a question of who is the beast in this scenario; an elf with horns, or the creature who growls behind me.” Tajjus answered with a small coldness added into his voice. The knife in his servo was coated with a poison that was capable of knocking dizzying its victims. Lethally poisoned weaponry had yet to be equipped. He had been holding still, and was a fast thinker on his feet. Already, if a fight were to occur, Tajjus had one advantage: this elf was providing him plenty of time to think and notice things.

“I am a seeker as of now though. I do not leave until I know what I look for is not here.” His quiet voice would hold no mockery or resentment, yet, some how it challenged those who kept their weapons trained on him, though some might receive these words as a warning as well.

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Kili’s eyes would snap open upon the shake his brother gave him, his body already becoming fully aware of its surroundings. He too would soon hear the voices. Kili would give Fili a glance, before reaching for his bow, his other hand readied to grab an arrow at a moments notice. Throughout their quest for getting to their mountain full of gold, they had encountered many things, all of which only solidified an uneasiness when hearing unrecognizable voices. He would look to his brother before slowly making his way to the door, so he might get a better view of the hallways from which the voices ever so quietly emitted. None of the two figures seemed to register as recognizable. Another glance at Fili. He gestured to the other dozing dwarves. Would it be best to wake them?
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‘I could hear you.’

“I know.” Tajjus answered, without much difference in his voice. He looked with slightly amused eyes behind his mask at her blade. She was no doubt some sort of elf, though Tajjus hadn’t ever laid his eyes on a variation that had horns and some sort of flight capability.
“Never seen something like you before,” Tajjus remarked, without drawing his own blade. Perhaps she would say the same. “To business. I was sent here looking for someone. ‘A winged one who was cursed by the one who is concealed inside, given crown and cloak to distance her past pride.’ Person who told me this wasn’t one for clarity. I was wondering if you could verify my already formed theory of who I seek.” Tajjus said a verse of his riddle. Yes, he suspected her to be this ‘winged one’. The ‘crown’ in the riddle could have very well meant the horns, since they were not just any ordinary horns. Rather, they had their own slight majesty.

Like a crown. Where these 'wings' in the riddle may have gone added to variables, but, he knew she flew. This land was full of strange arts, and on the chance she perhaps knew some herself being an elf, he would keep his guard up to see any sort of signs for these wings. Perhaps a glance at the back would do---He knew nothing of this elf’s past, but be some of the description, he could take a wild guess. He’d never seen a winged king before. It would also be how she reacted. And if she didn’t react how Tajjus might predict should she be his target, he would still remain, and question her further regardless.

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From outside, in the forests, Tajjus would hear the distinct clang of a bowl after a few minutes of silence, and he would give a small grin behind his mask. He would lurk closer to the house, towards one of its windows. He would still be a few yards away, wordlessly kneeling down in the greenery, looking right through a window.

His pale armor coloring would make it difficult for anyone to see him, and since the majority of his boyd was enshrouded by the blackness of the night, he would have the perfect camouflage as he stood stone still. He would be able to spectate the creature from a closer distance, able to see the outline of her figure more closely. According to the riddle, his target had wings, horns, and was quite dangerous when it came to fighting. Tajjus had to notice how remarkably tall his target was, assuming she was the target in the first place. Though the circumstance seemed to be perfect, Tajjus decided he would have to wait for a few seconds more before deeming this creature worth his effort. Until then---

Tajjus slowly stood up from his perch, allowing the small ruffles of leave to be audible. He would test this target, see if what she knew or said was compatible with his riddle. To someone looking to the source of the noise, it would be as if a pale armored wraith had just made its appearance in the window.

“Greetings.” Tajjus said in a slightly hollow voice, which echoed a calm and emotionless feeling.

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Today had been an interesting mixture of events: his client had been an orc, and rather than straightforward grumble that was usually provided for who the target was, Tajjus had received a riddle. A sarcastic, long, and bitter riddle that had clever rhymes within it about who the person eh was hunting would be, how much money he would receive for capturing his target, and how much he’d regret it if he didn’t. Evidently, stepping out of the deal wasn’t an option…however, the amount of coin that had been offered was motivating enough. Tajjus had not been supplied with a job for a few dry months.

Tajjus was capable of fending for himself without a bounty, but, the job had sounded intriguing enough—a hunt for a creature that was said to be the most elusive specimen to date. The job offer was one no one had taken in the whole land, and now Tajjus knew why. If a curious bounty hunter such as himself did recon on the topic, the door would be locked behind him. So here he was. With an annoying riddle, and an army ready to hunt him down and kill him brutally.

Tajuus had yet to solve this riddle entirely, but had made haste to dash ahead of the orc army. It was then he’d seen a shadow flicker through the trees…having caught a trail of a winged creature, Tajjus had decided he would try his luck. Soundlessly, he had navigated through the forest, to find the creature land near a house. He would narrow his eyes behind his helmet, as his body would be swallowed by shadows, encasing him in superb cover good meters away. The female would walk in…Tajjus just slid through the darkness, his ears keened to the conversation within, his hands ready to apply any weaponry on hand if necessary.

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Full Name: Al’Tajjus Turr’Awl
Goes By (Nicknames):Tajjus, or Tajje.
Age: Unknown, though he has a mind set of a 19-35 year old.
Gender: Male
Race: Human(?)

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By (Actor/Actress): Unknown. Tajjus has never shown his face since his baby-years. ((I do not really favor an actor and actress, and, I’d prefer to keep Tajjus’s facial features a secret anyways. I think you understand.
Hair Color: Unknown
Eye Color: An unnatural pale teal.
Skin Tone: Unknown
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 360 pounds, armor, weapons, and all.
Body Build: Tajjus is entirely coated in armor, but, it is clear due to his armor’s build that his own body structure would not be bulky, but slightly lean, though by far bulkier than any elves’ body build. He does not have any minute amount of body fat, and is completely muscle and bones.

Weapons: Tajjus is a man who keeps with him a variety of weaponry, both out of habbit and to ensure his survival.

Knives: These are the backbone of his weaponry. These throwing blades range from six inches long to two feet, some jagged, some double-edged, but all insanely sharp. These blades’s metal vary between alloys of iron, steel, bronze, and a metal type exclusive to Tajjus’s tribe’s region: Territh. This metal is a sacred mixture of different alloys of various metals, and is something that is what the majority of his knives are made of. This metal is light, yet extremely resilient. This blade can be thrown farther distances than his other knives, and are naturally the sharpest of his blades.

Daggers: A more heavy-duty variation of knives, Tajjus has a few of these on him, all approximately 3 feet long. These all are coated with a liquid that is extremely flammable. All blades under this category could be considered more dependable than knives, though they can not be thrown as far.

Claymores: Tajjus does not have in his possession a sword, despite this, on his person he has four claymores, each double edged, and as keenly honed as the rest of his melee items in his inventory. These are more reliable to sustain heavy blows than his other weapons, and two of these are coated with said flammable liquid.

Bow and Quiver:
Tajjus is a skilled and acute marksman, and when he desires or is required to engage his enemy from a far, he is not ill-equipped. His quiver is supplied with a fair amount of arrows, and his bow has seldom let him down in it’s capabilities, if at all. Some arrows are poison tipped, though only a small handful are.

Overall Appearance (Clothing Included): pre13.deviantart.net/c62f/th/pre/i/201..


PERSONALITY
Likes: Tajjus enjoys time to himself as much as he would enjoy a friend. He will often go off on a long, silent hunting trip or travel for time to himself and time to think. He is considered a wanderer, and for the most part, he is. Tajjus also will never kill owls, and has a personal liking for them. He finds a small appealing to a calculated risk, and will make and take these repeatedly. He enjoys the independence of his occupation, though banishment makes him lonely at times.
Dislikes: Tajjus does not grin at the thought of a more skilled knife thrower, and it is in his subconscious, though he will never admit this, to be the best knife thrower there is. To see someone defeat him in his blades man ship is a disgrace to him. He dislikes pointless killing, but will tolerate it if he must. He also does not appreciate those who do not apply logical thinking, or any form of hotheadedness.
Strengths:
Mental Strengths:
-Tajjus is a fighter at heart, and will push himself or battle on until either his opponent(s) is dead, or he is. He does know when to retreat and when to attack, but once engaged, Tajjus will only back down if he absolutely has to.
-Tajjus is a relatively smart man, and has a developed over the years a slightly detective like instinct, as for when he is searching for prey, such as a bounty target, or just an animal.
-Tajjus is not the type of man who will ever lie, but, if a circumstance does come where information must not be conveyed, he will often remain silent. Until then, he will most often speak the truth.
Physical Strengths:
-Due to his loss of complete vision, Tajjus’s hearing, smelling, and touch have strengthened greatly, and he uses these to his full advantage. He can hear the smallest breath if he tones his ears for so, and can distinguish many textures fairly easily, and has an uncanny knack for identifying things.
-Tajjus has incredibly acrobatic reflexes, and can perform the most intricate maneuvers with what seems to be natural prowess, and graceful ease. Tajjus’s reflexes are extremely sharp, rival that of an elven warrior’s, and eclipse a regular humans reactions.
-Tajjus may have a weakened arm, but, he is still a very capable knife thrower and bowsman. With his light-weight knives, he can almost throw a knife with pin-point accuracy 100 yards away.
Weaknesses:
Mental Weaknesses:
-Tajjus has sunken into the shades of greys many, many times during his travels. He has a strict form of what is right and wrong, and will do what many or some would think questionable and call it right. Tajjus could be considered somewhat ruthless in this way.
-Ever since banishment from his home, and the death of his loved ones, Tajjus believes the sentence of banishment he was given: He is doomed to a life of violence, and isolation. He often is a bit of a pessimist because of this, and since he believes these words or his final destiny, he will plunge into many different dangerous missions, whether it is wise or not wise.
-Though banished, Tajjus keeps himself constricted to his people’s ancient teachings: To never expose himself until circumstances are right, and to remain armed and masked. He also upholds many queer religions, such as knocking on doors three times to keep demons away before entering, and he will always usher a silent prayer before ever breathing in an area that has smoke. This prohibits him form entering a place directly—there are also several holidays or sacred times when he believes it would not believe it is his time to fight.
Physical weaknesses:
-Tajjus is color blind, and lives in a world where his blues and greens are forever his greys and blacks. This partially saddens the warrior, as he can never truly admire the beauty or detail of anything entirely, and also an agitation. He will never be able to tell which color is which.
-Tajjus’s right arm is slightly weaker than his right, due to an injury that occurred long ago in a hunting trip. It is more sensitive to pain, and cannot support as much weight as the other. This arm will also break easier, and is just a tad slower than any of his other limbs.
-Tajjus has a bit of a bad heart, and though it pumps strong, if he fights too long he will either pass out, fall into a comma—or worse, he will die. Some say he was cursed with such a thing, and that the days are counting down to when his heart will no longer pump, and he will die. Blows to the chest quicken any of these terrible results/ fates, and he often cannot keep up in a long fight for long. He will try though. And that is what may kill him as well.
-Tajjus is also partly blind in his left eye as well.
Fears: Being banished from his only family and tribe has left Tajjus scarred, and he believes that if he has proven to not be strong enough once, he will fail again. Since he knows failure is inevitable, he is constantly haunted by the prospect of not being able to perform the way he will need to, or be able to meet the demands that his tasks give. Tajjus doesn’t only fear his failure, he fears his surroundings a bit, in the sense he does not know everything about the place he has been banished to, and feels perpetually paranoid of the sorts of people he meets, and has witnessed many things that have caused him to wonder and be extremely cautious of what black magic haunts middle earth. He has very little trust for dwarves, elves, and orcs.

Overall Personality: Tajjus is on the quiet side, as in he makes sure with every move he hardly makes a sound. He speaks when spoken to for the most part, and keeps any indications of what he is thinking or feeling concealed with a perpetually calm, gentle voice that echoes of some of his experiences, but holds the energy of one who’s ready to go through twice more before sitting down for a retirement. Tajjus has learned the quality of patience and acceptance to their fullest almost. Even his closest hardly knew what he thought, and because of this, very few could defned him from banishment, since they could not confirm any of his intentions or innocence. His iron wall has thus thickened, due to his isolation, and feeling of rejection.
Overall, Tajjus is an open yet closed book. He will tell those who ask the answers of many things, but, if someone tried to nag at what he is or who he is, they will find it a bit more difficult to tug those ropes or hit those notes.

BACKGROUND
Date of Birth: unknown.
Place of Birth: The deserts of a far away land. Little is known about this desert area, save that its residence is a tribe of humans who call themselves the ‘Zithe Khan’. A pack of deadly and religious people.
Social Ranking: Stranger, Hunter, foreigner who brings in hunted goods into town for trading. Occasionally Bounty-Hunter
Family: None. All have died.

Other Relationships:

Since he entered Middle Earth, Tajjus has few friends, if any. He knows the basics of being social, he is just having a hard time fitting in, despite how many years he has already been in middle earth.