Post by raos on Aug 6, 2011 23:44:39 GMT -8
Full Name: Raos Khaan
Nicknames: The Transcended
Date of Birth: Shortly after the retaking of Cabilis
Age:
Race: Iksar
Gender: Male
Skin: Light grey, with a slightly yellowish tin on the underside of the tail.
Eyes: Jet black
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 230 lbs.
Place of Residence: Nomad
Place of Hatch: Cabilis
Known Relatives: None
Religion/Philosophy: Swifttail: The philosophy of honing the iksar body into the ultimate weapon. Using these teachings to hone ones mind aswell.
Occupation: Monk
Weapons of Choice: Bare hands, or when really necessary whatever martial weapons are on hand.
Enemies: All with prejuidice against the iksar.
Likes: Controlling the ebb and flow of combat, losing himself to the rhythm of the dance of death.
Favorite Foods: Unfertilized froglok eggs, various meats, fresh vegetables of all types.
Favorite Drinks: Water(potable and non), various fruit nectars, the lifeblood of slain enemies.
Favorite Colors: white, black, and red
Dislikes: Shissar, The Gods, Venril Sathir, Goblins, Most softskins, Most casters.
Hobbies: Honing his reflexes, physical fortitude, and dexterity.
Physical Features: His body is wracked by many scars of combat, though he is typically wearing a robe over his battle gear. If one were to see him engage in combat, they would see him in appropriate attire, scars visible.
Special Abilities: Through more years than any iksar should live, he has picked up more special abilites for combat than a person can simply compile a list for. The most notable of his "abilities" though, would be his timeless age, cursed upon him for partaking in the death of the gods, and escaping the time lapse limbo created afterwards.
Positive Personality Traits: Very reserved, almost to a fault. Though he enjoys combat, and strongly disagrees with prejudice, he usually does not voice his opinion, until he does so through combat. This aside, he is not highly irritable, and typically easy to get along with.
Negative Personality Traits: Oftentimes people mistake his quiet demeanor for being shy, not realizing he is observing and weighing their personality. His irritation with those he views as closed minded can sometimes lead him to senseless acts of aggression.
Misc. Quirks: When in a good mood, and in combat, he sometimes toys with his adversary like a young feline, leading them into an awkward position then pouncing, only to allow them to get back up, and start it all over again.
History:
Shortly after the retaking of Cabilis, the prime heirophant found a small cache of iksar eggs the frogloks had been keeping for reasons unknown. Upon discovery that the eggs were in fact fertilized, there was a long debate about whether or not to actually incubate them and see if they had been tampered with by the frogloks, and to what degree.
Eventually, the decision was made to incubate three of the eggs, and destroy the rest, out of fear of unleashing another sarnak style being upon kunark. The iksar did not want to take too much of a chance of ruining their long battle to retake the new flagship city for the iksar, but still looking to bolster their numbers to recoup some of the losses suffered.
Upon hatching, it was discovered that all the eggs had been infact unscathed, unsure still of the origins of the eggs, the hatchlings were kept under close scrutiny, but allowed to venture into Cabilisian low society. One of these hatchlings was indeed named Raos, and was given to Glox, for tutelage. Glox accepted the hatchling into the Court of Pain to learn the ways of the swift tail.
Many years passed and Glox passed the ways of the swift tail to Raos without much event, not genius, but adept, and then Glox sent him out unto the world. Glox told Raos it would be a pilgrimage of sorts, but the focus was to learn to survive outside of the city; to live in combat, to survive the many trials Kunark would put before him, and to return once he had found his own way. Pointing him towards the philosophy of the swift tail, the meanings of the shackle, and reminding him it was his duty to never forget the oppression all iksar faced under the shissar, and that given a powerful enough will, and training, one could overcome any adversary.
And that was that, Raos set out to experience the world before him, and to learn it's own teachings, but before he realized how much time had passed, he had met many friends, and was venturing into realms unknown to many a mortal. The years of combat had turned him into a worthy ally of anyone seeking dangerous combat, and often time he felt his learning was only at it's peak in these situations, so he constantly strove to top each feat he accomplished. Soon enough he had seen the fall of Cazic Thulle, the god of his people. Then after that each god and demigod of the elemental planes, delving deep into the realm of time itself, though not witnessing the battle with Quarm, as he was occupied in the plane of fire. It was around this time that a band of adventurers set off to awaken the sleeper, the most powerful being known to the denizens of the world, and won a hard pressed battle. Unable to gain entry to assist in the greatest battle to take place during this era disheartened the still young iksar, so he left his friends and was not seen again until Zebuxoruk opened a portal into the void.
Returning from a long venture spent honing his body into an unmatched martial machine, he sought out the knowledge of the being who had been tormented by the now fallen gods. There he learned of the hopelessness surrounding the world, and of the weakened state of things both past and present, but Zebuxoruk's topics still held a glimmer of hope of returning balance to things, and thus the Matured, hatchling no more, set out to right the wrongs of existence.
Getting a bit long winded, so I will post more later.
Nicknames: The Transcended
Date of Birth: Shortly after the retaking of Cabilis
Age:
Race: Iksar
Gender: Male
Skin: Light grey, with a slightly yellowish tin on the underside of the tail.
Eyes: Jet black
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 230 lbs.
Place of Residence: Nomad
Place of Hatch: Cabilis
Known Relatives: None
Religion/Philosophy: Swifttail: The philosophy of honing the iksar body into the ultimate weapon. Using these teachings to hone ones mind aswell.
Occupation: Monk
Weapons of Choice: Bare hands, or when really necessary whatever martial weapons are on hand.
Enemies: All with prejuidice against the iksar.
Likes: Controlling the ebb and flow of combat, losing himself to the rhythm of the dance of death.
Favorite Foods: Unfertilized froglok eggs, various meats, fresh vegetables of all types.
Favorite Drinks: Water(potable and non), various fruit nectars, the lifeblood of slain enemies.
Favorite Colors: white, black, and red
Dislikes: Shissar, The Gods, Venril Sathir, Goblins, Most softskins, Most casters.
Hobbies: Honing his reflexes, physical fortitude, and dexterity.
Physical Features: His body is wracked by many scars of combat, though he is typically wearing a robe over his battle gear. If one were to see him engage in combat, they would see him in appropriate attire, scars visible.
Special Abilities: Through more years than any iksar should live, he has picked up more special abilites for combat than a person can simply compile a list for. The most notable of his "abilities" though, would be his timeless age, cursed upon him for partaking in the death of the gods, and escaping the time lapse limbo created afterwards.
Positive Personality Traits: Very reserved, almost to a fault. Though he enjoys combat, and strongly disagrees with prejudice, he usually does not voice his opinion, until he does so through combat. This aside, he is not highly irritable, and typically easy to get along with.
Negative Personality Traits: Oftentimes people mistake his quiet demeanor for being shy, not realizing he is observing and weighing their personality. His irritation with those he views as closed minded can sometimes lead him to senseless acts of aggression.
Misc. Quirks: When in a good mood, and in combat, he sometimes toys with his adversary like a young feline, leading them into an awkward position then pouncing, only to allow them to get back up, and start it all over again.
History:
Shortly after the retaking of Cabilis, the prime heirophant found a small cache of iksar eggs the frogloks had been keeping for reasons unknown. Upon discovery that the eggs were in fact fertilized, there was a long debate about whether or not to actually incubate them and see if they had been tampered with by the frogloks, and to what degree.
Eventually, the decision was made to incubate three of the eggs, and destroy the rest, out of fear of unleashing another sarnak style being upon kunark. The iksar did not want to take too much of a chance of ruining their long battle to retake the new flagship city for the iksar, but still looking to bolster their numbers to recoup some of the losses suffered.
Upon hatching, it was discovered that all the eggs had been infact unscathed, unsure still of the origins of the eggs, the hatchlings were kept under close scrutiny, but allowed to venture into Cabilisian low society. One of these hatchlings was indeed named Raos, and was given to Glox, for tutelage. Glox accepted the hatchling into the Court of Pain to learn the ways of the swift tail.
Many years passed and Glox passed the ways of the swift tail to Raos without much event, not genius, but adept, and then Glox sent him out unto the world. Glox told Raos it would be a pilgrimage of sorts, but the focus was to learn to survive outside of the city; to live in combat, to survive the many trials Kunark would put before him, and to return once he had found his own way. Pointing him towards the philosophy of the swift tail, the meanings of the shackle, and reminding him it was his duty to never forget the oppression all iksar faced under the shissar, and that given a powerful enough will, and training, one could overcome any adversary.
And that was that, Raos set out to experience the world before him, and to learn it's own teachings, but before he realized how much time had passed, he had met many friends, and was venturing into realms unknown to many a mortal. The years of combat had turned him into a worthy ally of anyone seeking dangerous combat, and often time he felt his learning was only at it's peak in these situations, so he constantly strove to top each feat he accomplished. Soon enough he had seen the fall of Cazic Thulle, the god of his people. Then after that each god and demigod of the elemental planes, delving deep into the realm of time itself, though not witnessing the battle with Quarm, as he was occupied in the plane of fire. It was around this time that a band of adventurers set off to awaken the sleeper, the most powerful being known to the denizens of the world, and won a hard pressed battle. Unable to gain entry to assist in the greatest battle to take place during this era disheartened the still young iksar, so he left his friends and was not seen again until Zebuxoruk opened a portal into the void.
Returning from a long venture spent honing his body into an unmatched martial machine, he sought out the knowledge of the being who had been tormented by the now fallen gods. There he learned of the hopelessness surrounding the world, and of the weakened state of things both past and present, but Zebuxoruk's topics still held a glimmer of hope of returning balance to things, and thus the Matured, hatchling no more, set out to right the wrongs of existence.
Getting a bit long winded, so I will post more later.