Tarkhan Subajin-in
Aug 30, 2022 12:44:24 GMT -5
Post by Tarkhan on Aug 30, 2022 12:44:24 GMT -5
Tarkhan Subajin-in
Gender:
Male
Male
Age:
25
25
Race:
Human
Human
Nationality:
Exiled Horselords - Formerly of Kings Valley
Exiled Horselords - Formerly of Kings Valley
Appearance:
Tarkhan stands proud and tall at six feet two inches in height and has a well muscled frame indicative of someone who has led a harsh and survival focused life in the difficult frozen wastes and rough mountains of north eastern Frost Gale/The Dragons Cradle. His piercing ice blue eyes seemingly stare into your very soul as his hard gaze is both intimidating and off putting. He is a relatively attractive man despite the hardships he has lived through in his life, yet outside of his long braids he takes no effort in showcasing his looks.
Tarkhan stands proud and tall at six feet two inches in height and has a well muscled frame indicative of someone who has led a harsh and survival focused life in the difficult frozen wastes and rough mountains of north eastern Frost Gale/The Dragons Cradle. His piercing ice blue eyes seemingly stare into your very soul as his hard gaze is both intimidating and off putting. He is a relatively attractive man despite the hardships he has lived through in his life, yet outside of his long braids he takes no effort in showcasing his looks.
Personality:
Tarkhan would best be described as hard, and uncaring although that is furthest from the truth. In reality he cares so much about the world and absolute fairness that he treats everyone equally in every regard unless they are deserving of heightened regards. This is a concept instilled into him by his tribe and family as they hold absolute fairness and comeuppance as their strongest values, choosing to punish those they deem as wrong or threats to the general well being of the world. This can and has been twisted by most to make them appear as unmovable arbiters of some will known only to the tribe itself.
History:
Tarkhan was born into the once proud and strong Wind-Song tribe of the Kings valley nomadic peoples. Their strength and convictions always true and founded as they helped guide the other tribes in spiritual and other moot affairs whenever the Gathering was called. Hailed as champions of the people if not militant in their pursuit of punishing injustice and outsiders that caused harm to the people, they found themselves stuck between the whims of the people and their own code.
Sixty five years ago the tribe called for a Gathering, believing that the injustices that the Tribe experienced at the hands of the Sol Empire and its branching nations was stealing from the very way of life of the People. The inability to recognize any of the Tribes as having sovereign rights or land without intense fighting only further lent to their claims as they attempted to form a grand coalition of all of the People to make themselves known and heard to the Empire.
The other tribes however could not and would not risk it all against such a foe, choosing to simply live as they did and not make waves, lest a grand army rose at their doorsteps. Rejecting the please of the Wind-Song clan they went one step further and denounced them, stating they were dangerous to the way of the People. Forcing them into exile and removing them for any songs or stories that would be passed down they struck the tribes name from their records and sent them far way from the Kings Valley.
Anger and disgust at the inability to do what must be done by the other tribes, but outnumbered they packed their things and made the long journey northward into Frost Gale, and the Dragons Cradle mountain ranges, trying to preserve what they could of their way of life and mentality. The journey was arduous and fatal, nearly ending their Tribe as it was. No more then half of the families remained once they made their camps in their new home at the base of the western mountain range. The frigid north seemingly ended here as natural hot springs elevated the temperature to a more livable standard.
It was here, in exile and memory alone that Tarkhan grew up in the second generation of the Exiled Tribes story. All that he knew of the world, and the tribe came from what his father and Grandfather had told him as well as the other elders and older children. The merchants they saw every now and again and people they captured to punish with the law of the land, gave them new information about the world and the changes that came to the various lands and regions.
It was in this lifestyle that Tarkhan was molded into the man he would become. A strong fighter, leader, mage and warden. The very things that defined him as he was could best a better man. Droughts, difficulty with food supplies, and general angst against there people as newcomers to the region all shaped him into wanting to change the world for the better and end all needless suffering. A goal he would hopefully achieve one day.
On his 25th name day he was to choose his sigil and have it marked upon his flesh in the way of his people, and the only choice that he could come to was that of the fearsome Dragon. A sight they had seen plenty of with their proximity to the mountains at their back. Not all dragons were as destructive as those in the myths and stories but in its essence it embodied one thing and one thing alone, power.
After receiving his marking as a permanent tattoo upon his visage he went on his spirit journey, sojourning deep into the mountains above like so many before him, searching for the answers as to who and what he would become. It was on this trip that through a serious of events he would find the companion that would aid him in his hopefully meteoric life, a baby drake abandoned as an egg due to poaching and the greed of man. The Cerulean egg called to him as he rescued it from its nest and the ever dropping temperatures. Trapped up on the mountain for several weeks he huddled the egg to give it warmth as he helped it hatch and then nurtured the animal in its waking hours.
Making his way down the mountain with newfound clarity and responsibility he is ready to make his name known far and wide in the name of his people.....
Tarkhan was born into the once proud and strong Wind-Song tribe of the Kings valley nomadic peoples. Their strength and convictions always true and founded as they helped guide the other tribes in spiritual and other moot affairs whenever the Gathering was called. Hailed as champions of the people if not militant in their pursuit of punishing injustice and outsiders that caused harm to the people, they found themselves stuck between the whims of the people and their own code.
Sixty five years ago the tribe called for a Gathering, believing that the injustices that the Tribe experienced at the hands of the Sol Empire and its branching nations was stealing from the very way of life of the People. The inability to recognize any of the Tribes as having sovereign rights or land without intense fighting only further lent to their claims as they attempted to form a grand coalition of all of the People to make themselves known and heard to the Empire.
The other tribes however could not and would not risk it all against such a foe, choosing to simply live as they did and not make waves, lest a grand army rose at their doorsteps. Rejecting the please of the Wind-Song clan they went one step further and denounced them, stating they were dangerous to the way of the People. Forcing them into exile and removing them for any songs or stories that would be passed down they struck the tribes name from their records and sent them far way from the Kings Valley.
Anger and disgust at the inability to do what must be done by the other tribes, but outnumbered they packed their things and made the long journey northward into Frost Gale, and the Dragons Cradle mountain ranges, trying to preserve what they could of their way of life and mentality. The journey was arduous and fatal, nearly ending their Tribe as it was. No more then half of the families remained once they made their camps in their new home at the base of the western mountain range. The frigid north seemingly ended here as natural hot springs elevated the temperature to a more livable standard.
It was here, in exile and memory alone that Tarkhan grew up in the second generation of the Exiled Tribes story. All that he knew of the world, and the tribe came from what his father and Grandfather had told him as well as the other elders and older children. The merchants they saw every now and again and people they captured to punish with the law of the land, gave them new information about the world and the changes that came to the various lands and regions.
It was in this lifestyle that Tarkhan was molded into the man he would become. A strong fighter, leader, mage and warden. The very things that defined him as he was could best a better man. Droughts, difficulty with food supplies, and general angst against there people as newcomers to the region all shaped him into wanting to change the world for the better and end all needless suffering. A goal he would hopefully achieve one day.
On his 25th name day he was to choose his sigil and have it marked upon his flesh in the way of his people, and the only choice that he could come to was that of the fearsome Dragon. A sight they had seen plenty of with their proximity to the mountains at their back. Not all dragons were as destructive as those in the myths and stories but in its essence it embodied one thing and one thing alone, power.
After receiving his marking as a permanent tattoo upon his visage he went on his spirit journey, sojourning deep into the mountains above like so many before him, searching for the answers as to who and what he would become. It was on this trip that through a serious of events he would find the companion that would aid him in his hopefully meteoric life, a baby drake abandoned as an egg due to poaching and the greed of man. The Cerulean egg called to him as he rescued it from its nest and the ever dropping temperatures. Trapped up on the mountain for several weeks he huddled the egg to give it warmth as he helped it hatch and then nurtured the animal in its waking hours.
Making his way down the mountain with newfound clarity and responsibility he is ready to make his name known far and wide in the name of his people.....
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
