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09-25-04, 06:23 AM

(I haven't been accepted into Layonara yet, waiting on reply...hope its ok if I get this done now, so I can start playing sooner, if I get accepted)
Full Name: Mojevaro Handula (Mow-ee-var-o / Han-doo-lah)
Age: 27
Classes: Druid, Fighter
Race: Human
Subrace: N/A
Alignment: True Neutral
Deity: Katia
Domains: N/A
Bio: Growing up Mojevaro lived alone with his father, a high-standing member of the small clan they called home. His mother passed 3 hours after his birth, when a complication surprised them all. After her passing, a red-hawk was found at the base of the tent the family was mourning in, and came to grow up with and follow the broken family.
In time, Mojevaro learned how to will nature to his desire, and that respecting it would bring more fruits than harming it. The hawk, suspected to be a miracle from Katia, was still alive at the small child’s 7th birthday. Moje’s father was rarely home, as he was recently titled chief of the clan, and was busy caring for the others. This left Moje with plenty of time, fiddling with nature, making flowers grow, and learning to walk more keenly in the presence of animals. He had a way with the animals, that led to a passion, that led to a companionship.
By now, the hawk was nearing 19 years old, and so was the young man Mojevaro was turning out to be. Every day the hawk lived was another miracle to Moje, he knew that the animal’s time to be sent to the great beyond had come and gone by now. Happy to have the gift given to him at birth still was guiding his path with animals, Mojevaro began to look into a shamanship, passed down to him by the current shaman of the tribe.
Then, unexpectedly on the night before Mojevaro’s induction, humans in a city several hundred miles eastward forced the Tribe into slavery. He began to lose sight of nature, but kept in contact with the hawk, who led him through his new found training, as a warrior. Because of the overlooking watchmen, Mojevaro worked only at night, leaving him exhausted for chores the next day.
Inspections were held once every fortnight, to make sure the slaves were in good health, those who did not pass, where placed into dueling matches with an adolescent lion. Fierce, and angry for the way the animal-watchers were treating him, the lion never turned down an opportunity to fight.
With all of the late-work, and the nights spent training in darkness, Mojevaro began to become physically inept, and could do his work easier than before. His new muscles allowed him to let his now-old father rest, while he did his chores. On a cold summer night, Mojevaro’s father contracted a disease, and was forced into the lion ring.
The day of his fathers death loomed on Mojevaro, and it led him to a plan. He could not take his fathers place in the ring, but he could do something more spectacular. The morning of the grimacing task, Moje snuck under a pile of laundry, to be delivered to the coliseum so that the dancers would have proper garb. After arriving in the coliseum prep-area, he found the lion quickly with the help of the hawk, now approaching its 25th year. Remembering the way he loved animals as a child, Mojevaro convinced the lion to be his mount...and with it, a daring escape was made. Riding into the arena, and grasping his fathers clammy arm, they raced towards the door. Entangling the guards in vines, and having the hawk open the door with a key, stolen from the guard’s motionless bodies, they had fled from the grasping holds of slavery.
Moje could not cure his father, but he made sure he died in nature, at rest with Katia. The lion had been left in the lands he came from, and the journey home was made by foot. The hawk, now 27 years old, the same age as the man whose shoulder he perched on, followed Mojevaro, in search of adventure.

((Mojevaro will not use metal items, craft metal items, or use any arcane or unnatural things.))

09-25-04, 06:23 AM	#1
Posts: n/a	Mojevaro Handula (I haven't been accepted into Layonara yet, waiting on reply...hope its ok if I get this done now, so I can start playing sooner, if I get accepted) Full Name: Mojevaro Handula (Mow-ee-var-o / Han-doo-lah) Age: 27 Classes: Druid, Fighter Race: Human Subrace: N/A Alignment: True Neutral Deity: Katia Domains: N/A Bio: Growing up Mojevaro lived alone with his father, a high-standing member of the small clan they called home. His mother passed 3 hours after his birth, when a complication surprised them all. After her passing, a red-hawk was found at the base of the tent the family was mourning in, and came to grow up with and follow the broken family. In time, Mojevaro learned how to will nature to his desire, and that respecting it would bring more fruits than harming it. The hawk, suspected to be a miracle from Katia, was still alive at the small child’s 7th birthday. Moje’s father was rarely home, as he was recently titled chief of the clan, and was busy caring for the others. This left Moje with plenty of time, fiddling with nature, making flowers grow, and learning to walk more keenly in the presence of animals. He had a way with the animals, that led to a passion, that led to a companionship. By now, the hawk was nearing 19 years old, and so was the young man Mojevaro was turning out to be. Every day the hawk lived was another miracle to Moje, he knew that the animal’s time to be sent to the great beyond had come and gone by now. Happy to have the gift given to him at birth still was guiding his path with animals, Mojevaro began to look into a shamanship, passed down to him by the current shaman of the tribe. Then, unexpectedly on the night before Mojevaro’s induction, humans in a city several hundred miles eastward forced the Tribe into slavery. He began to lose sight of nature, but kept in contact with the hawk, who led him through his new found training, as a warrior. Because of the overlooking watchmen, Mojevaro worked only at night, leaving him exhausted for chores the next day. Inspections were held once every fortnight, to make sure the slaves were in good health, those who did not pass, where placed into dueling matches with an adolescent lion. Fierce, and angry for the way the animal-watchers were treating him, the lion never turned down an opportunity to fight. With all of the late-work, and the nights spent training in darkness, Mojevaro began to become physically inept, and could do his work easier than before. His new muscles allowed him to let his now-old father rest, while he did his chores. On a cold summer night, Mojevaro’s father contracted a disease, and was forced into the lion ring. The day of his fathers death loomed on Mojevaro, and it led him to a plan. He could not take his fathers place in the ring, but he could do something more spectacular. The morning of the grimacing task, Moje snuck under a pile of laundry, to be delivered to the coliseum so that the dancers would have proper garb. After arriving in the coliseum prep-area, he found the lion quickly with the help of the hawk, now approaching its 25th year. Remembering the way he loved animals as a child, Mojevaro convinced the lion to be his mount...and with it, a daring escape was made. Riding into the arena, and grasping his fathers clammy arm, they raced towards the door. Entangling the guards in vines, and having the hawk open the door with a key, stolen from the guard’s motionless bodies, they had fled from the grasping holds of slavery. Moje could not cure his father, but he made sure he died in nature, at rest with Katia. The lion had been left in the lands he came from, and the journey home was made by foot. The hawk, now 27 years old, the same age as the man whose shoulder he perched on, followed Mojevaro, in search of adventure. ((Mojevaro will not use metal items, craft metal items, or use any arcane or unnatural things.))