(Decided to join in with a more loner character
kind of just a drifter tagged onto the group looking to get a small piece of whatever land they decide to settle. It will be a minor presence in the group))
--Nᴀᴍᴇ: Temur Rakshasa
---Aɢᴇ: 85 (the baby of the group)
----Rᴀᴄᴇ: 2nd generation, drowussu
///ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
http://mellamo.deviantart.com/art/Temur-211249994 Light grey skin of a more blueish grey hue then what is found for most drowussu.
His eyes are a deep maroon shade for now. He has short dirty blonde hair that is often messy and he doesn't care much about keeping it up but is proud of what he has. He wears weather beaten, but reliable armor and various "skins" of unknown origin unless inquired. He He also has a necklace of teeth taken from fae prey as is normal for his tribe. He has a nose piericng.
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-----Cʟᴀɴ/Hᴏᴜsᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Rikshasa (known to newer generations of Rakshasa)
--Cʟᴀɴ/Hᴏᴜsᴇ Sʏᴍʙᴏʟ:
-Cʟᴀɴ Rᴀɴᴋ: Outpost scout for the Rakshasa
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_Eǫᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ:
- heatstone
- rope
- dried rations of jerky
- two canteens
- skinning knife/carving knife
- various scraps found along the way that he uses to construct simple traps for hunting
- a thick cloak of a heavy fur
- needles (carved of bone) and other small tools used for repairing clothing
_-_Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴʀʏ:
- 1 composite bow (and various arrows to go with it)
- Short hunting sword (for finishing off wounded prey)
-2 simple bolas
- long sword (for head on combat. The other weapons are used for hunting/surprise tactics)
_-_-_Sᴋɪʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ Mᴀɢɪᴄ:
Has an affinity for earth, although it is barely trained.
SKILLS
-expert tracker and hunter as is typical of his clan. Expertise in hunting fae
-skilled with setting simple traps and setting up camoflauge
-Has a good understanding of gureillian tactics and leading enemies into traps
-knows how to cook and serve drow if food shortages get bad :b
-Can dry out meat, tan hides, and use every part of a kill. Can be considered stingy and that everything has a use still.
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Bʀɪᴇғ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: The Rakshasa had always been a band of outcasts, wanderers, drifters, and pretty much the lost of society before the moon wars began. They had always eeked out a living off whatever they could find, taking in who ever needed a place to stay, a tent over their head, and learn how to get food in their bellies. By the time Temur was born, the Moon War took place, the Rakshasa were being forced more so into harsher lands to scrap a living off of yet as always, they persevered and adapted. They were a clan, not a tribe and one that was always fragmenting to find various pastures to call their own. Like all children, he was raised in a group under the care of a counsel member, never aware of who his siblings were or who his parents were. He passed his rite and became an accepted part of the tribe recently and was called by the counsel to go find a place suitable for an outpost since the Rakshasa was starting to settle in various places, lacking a central area to settle. Temur was dispatched, wandering alone and eventually making his way into a group for the pure simple reason that strength was in numbers.
Now he keeps to himself, watching the group and allies with them only for the fact that a common goal stands.
_-_Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ Eᴠᴇɴᴛ_-_
Temur sat in front of the fire crackling in his tent block, silently as he allowed his orders to sink in. The emissary idly looked over him before turning to leave the young hunter to his thoughts, "You leave immediately. Bring what you may and what you have earned,"
"Yes, of course. I will see the council's will carried out," Temur said giving a poke to the fire with the end of his sword, "Is there a press for time?"
"No. You report back when you can or not at all," the emissary said lightly. The message was clear. The only success was survival and to get back any sort of scout of the land and current lie of the land. The world had changed a lot in a short generation and the tribe had to know what enemies and threats existed outside, not just the ones inside.
Temur gave another nudge to the fire, "I'll leave tonight. I'll take only that which I can carry,"
That was the way of the Rakshasa. Take the minimum and survive on your own power. Self reliance was what it took to survive in these marginal worlds where food was sometimes a fond wish at night. Temur closed his eyes. His mind turned to what he had to bring and what would be essential. The future could wait. The present was all he had to work with now.
He would have a long journey ahead.
by Ax'smira » Tue May 31, 2011 9:59 pm 
he is tagging along and on your side 
