OOC: Hello, welcome to my Character Development Thread. I hope you enjoy reading how my player is progressing but please follow these simple rules
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Background History:
Allignment: True Good
Race: Wemic
Religion: None (believes in the power of nature)
Age: 30
Class: Ranger
The sun shone brightly, refelcting of the crystal clear, shimmering waters. It poured golden tranquility through the trees in golden shafts and covered the lush green vegetation, lightly sprinkled with the fresh morning dew. Azekunda, an able and proud Wemic looked over Vepra's shores with a confident gaze. He stood upright with a noble stance as the white sails of the Human traders appeared on the horizon of the vast, blue ocean. He took a deep and heavy rumbling breath, watching calmly a few magnificent birds fly overhead with suprising grace; This was the last look he would have of his home in a long while. He diverted his gaze to his tatooed chest, the mark of Nature's blessing and of the hunt.
"This blessing shall protect you from the foreign dangers you may face and shall guide your bow, Azekunda. Make your people proud once more and return one day with the knowledge of the hunt that is of other lands. May the elements watch over you and the breeze guide your step".
These words the elder druid spoke; he shall never forget...
Azekunda is a very traditional Wemic. Proud and noble and with a great sense of pride for the hunt. Though a Wemic of strict moral views, he upholds the ability to understand the feelings of another. He has a blond, flowing mane. His hazel eyes enchant those, believing he delves deep into their souls with a simple look. He is of a well built and muscular figure and is of a general Wemic size. Azekunda started his life in the heart of the sea of grass. As a young child he used to watch the huntsman leave then return with great beasts and dazzling prizes that nature provided. His envy and facination drove him from then on and into his teens to train in the ways of the hunter. It was his upmost privilege to be to taken under the wing of Talek "Ragingclaw" an elder hunstman of his tribe and a master of the bow. Over the years of much hardship and training, Talek taught Azekunda everything he knew. Only three days after the trials of adulthood Talek's passing had come; he knighted Azekunda a huntsman and a noble pupil. Though saddened deeply he felt exalted with his new role that Talek, his master, had bestowed to him. A decade passed and he was slowly becoming one with nature, feeling its every movement and using its wisdom to gain a succesful hunt, he was slowly becoming a master hunstman of his tribe. It was a great shock for him when the elder druid summoned him for his task, one of great undertaking. He felt strangely afraid to leave the lands but felt that he must, in the name of his tribe he would search for new thrills of the hunt and frolic in unknown plains to discover more about the world for his people. He stood upright with a noble stance as the white sails of the Human traders appeared on the horizon of the vast, blue ocean...
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Friends:
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Aquantinces:
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Friendly Face:
- Ranerwin
-Kiva
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Enemy:
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Nemesis:
Please enjoy!
Mark.
