Logan
-born on the 2nd day in the season of Autumn, 490 AV-
Son to a Lion Kelvic father and a Chaktawe mother, Logan himself is fully Chaktawe. His eyes and hair are the same jet black hue, and his skin is tanned by the desert sun. His face resembles his mother’s more than his father’s, and his features can be considered somewhat delicate. When in desert areas Logan paints his eyelids black as a protection from the sun, but doesn’t pull a complete band across his features, for there is no tribe he thruthfully belongs to. Beads and small bronze or bone trinkets hang in his hair, that reaches just below his shoulder blades.
Logan stands 6’3” tall and weighs 230 pounds. Most of his length is in his legs, and most of his weight comes from the organ unique to all Chaktawe.
-born on the 2nd day in the season of Autumn, 490 AV-
Son to a Lion Kelvic father and a Chaktawe mother, Logan himself is fully Chaktawe. His eyes and hair are the same jet black hue, and his skin is tanned by the desert sun. His face resembles his mother’s more than his father’s, and his features can be considered somewhat delicate. When in desert areas Logan paints his eyelids black as a protection from the sun, but doesn’t pull a complete band across his features, for there is no tribe he thruthfully belongs to. Beads and small bronze or bone trinkets hang in his hair, that reaches just below his shoulder blades.
Logan stands 6’3” tall and weighs 230 pounds. Most of his length is in his legs, and most of his weight comes from the organ unique to all Chaktawe.
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History
Logan´s mother was named Kahashi. She was a Chaktawe from the Kalanue tribe. At age 15, during her Rite of Searching, she did not hear Makutsi’s voice, nor Eywaat’s. Instead, it was a Lion who spoke to her. Kahashi was not given a guardian of the Gods, rather a guardian of the world. And without a seconds hesitation, she choose to travel the world with him.
That same Lion, a Kelvic from Ravok´s breeding pens, would become the girl´s bondmate. And from their union, Logan was eventually born.
Given to him by his Kelvic father, Logan´s name does not fit the characteristics of his race. In fact, the strong syllables do not match his personality either. It is something his mother has teased both him and his father relentlessly about, stating that it had been unavoidable, for being as stupid as to name a child before it has developed a bit of personality.
As a small kid, Logan picked up many of his father´s Kelvic habits. He liked to roar, nuzzle, even imitate the occasional affectionate lick along his mothers cheek (which she would loudly laugh and complain about). Though nowadays, only the angry snarling seems to have remained.
They lived the life of nomad’s, wanderers, moving from one big city to another. If there was indeed a goal to their travels, it was lost on the young Chaktawe. His father’s brute strenght and the nature of his mother’s profession were often enough to keep the trio from harm.
Kahashi was a great spiritist and healer, and everything Logan was taught regarding spiritism, he was taught by his mother from a fairly young age on. Despite a few embaressing incidents, he proved to be a worthy and capable student.
The life of most Kelvics is short-lived, and a week after Logan’s eight birthday, his father passed away. The young boy cried his heart out that night, face and hands buried in his father’s mane. He knew this was a goodbye, for his father would not linger in this world like the shadows he was taught to communicate with.
Eventually, Logan grew up to be a healthy, strong young man, capable of standing on his own. And, having made a couple of strong enemies in the spiritual world, Kahashi thought it safer for her and her son to split ways. At the end of his seventeenth summer, she left him to find his own purpose. She sneeked away while he was still asleep, leaving him most of their shared possessions. Logan has not heard from his mother since.
He roams the world on his own now, in search for a goal, a way of life. He is not willing to return to the Chaktawe desert tribes, for he is unskilled in their ways and would be of no use to his people. And, though he might not realise it himself, he is longing for someone to forge a bond with, much like the strong union of his parents.
[working on it]
Personality
He does not possess his fathers strenght or sense of humor, nor his mothers bravery and energetic spirit. Instead, Logan is quite serious and solemn, preferring silence over words and solitude over company. At least, that is what he believes to be true, and that is what one would believe when one first glances upon him. But in fact, when the situation calls for it he has a quite warm and helpfull personality and will come to the aid of whoever needs his help.
[working on it]
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Skills & Lore
Camouflage- 10 [racial bonus]
Wilderness survival- 10 [sp]
Spiritism- 30 [sp]
Negotiation- 5 [sp]
Intimidation- 5 [sp]
Lore of Wilderness Survival Techniques
Lore of Feline Behaviour
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Equipment/ Possessions
Clothing: He wears a white cotton shirt, and a loose pair of brown linen pants. In colder weather, he might also wear a leather jerkin. He has no use for shoes, as he likes to go barefeet.
Acid (1 vial)- hanging by a leather cord, worn around his neck [Acid can quickly eat through rope, soften up metal, ruin a lock or serve as an impromptu weapon.]
Dagger [Assassin’s; This broad-bladed dagger is designed to inflict vicious, gaping wounds that are difficult to mend.]
Waterskin
Bedroll
Backpack which contains:
- Heirloom; small wooden bowl [Previously used by his mother in the process of creating soulmist, now Logan uses it with the same purpose.]
- Flask (empty)
- Rope, Hemp (50 ft.)
- Water Additive [This small vial of pure alcohol can be added to pools of brackish water, thereby making them fit for human consumption. Only one drop is required for every half-pint of water.]
- Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
- Eating knife
- Flint & Steel
- Food for a week
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Ledger
598 gold, 8 silver, 7 copper Mizas.
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Languages –
Common . fluent
Tawna . basic
Pavi. poor
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