Jin
[Chaktawe Pronunciation: H-ii-n]
[Common Pronunciation: Jj-in]
[Ethaefal name: *cannot be described*]
[Chaktawe Pronunciation: H-ii-n]
[Common Pronunciation: Jj-in]
[Ethaefal name: *cannot be described*]
"Ethaefal Form" :
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Basic Information
Race: Chaktawe/Ethaefal
Birthday & Age : August 24, 077 AV (Died 433 years ago)
Gender: Male/Male
Physical Description
Brawny but in a fair, lean sense, with the looks of a bold and a daredevil contender in his Chaktawe appearance. He is tall, roughly six feet without the shoes donned, and weighs in at 157 pounds. Most of the features on his face are actually clean, with not a scratch or wound apparent. His entire body even upholds the grace of a safe and sound being living most of its life satiated and in one piece. The well groomed goatee and long, wavy, ebony tresses and eyes draw out the intensely majestic look in his face. Like majority of Chaktawe his skin is a tinge beneath tan, near gold-bronze, with the exact share of melanin to resist the most overwhelming forms of natural heat carried by the sun.
In Ethaefal form, he’s, virtually, another person: A much younger, vibrant character, always donning a smile on his face. He stands at five feet and seven inches, weighing at 127 pounds. Slim is the right word to explain his physique, almost feminine if one where to just look at him from a glimpse. Never wore makeup in his life, and yet appears to have that natural “glow” in his features, with his skin naturally incapable to grow a beard. Long, straight hair parted and banded at the ears, so that there’s two lengthy tails in the front, and a base of the hair in the back. Speaking of his glow, due to being a follower of Leth, as the moonlight rise his skin will fluoresce in a miniscule sense; with glass-like horns slicked back to only enchant the look of flawless beauty. Eyes, hair, and horns are coloured by the season.
On his return to Mizahar, Syliras happened to be the first place to stop by. So for clothing, it is usually what common people of Syliras wear. Most of the time, Jin will have on orange in Chaktawe state, and a mix of white green and mint in Ethaefal state.
Character Concept
The Chaktawe in Jin earned him the skills to live through damaging heat that normal man cannot survive on through. Most of his life pertained to a philosophical development of character. His master, who he cannot remember, trained him to become a warrior and a thinker—brawler and a scholar. Over time, from a lonely child to a sagacious man, Jin found his ideal design of person. The fact that he could become a combat and think converge the two traits. Making his personality become that of a brave leader. When it was around the time he was to die, he showed that, even from what he became, the warrior within him shot out vengeance, and therefore changed his whole perception of his lifestyle, becoming extraordinarily aware of things, defensive, and to trust no one, living or nonliving.
As an Ethaefal, he’s more compliant and loyal to Leth. Almost similar to Jin, he has no trust in any other. After falling to Mizahar, the Ethaefal can only feel saddened and unworthy in the beginning. But unlike Jin, and maybe because if has all its memories still attached, it tries to cope with the weak with its melodies. With his wooden flute, he can sooth both himself and others. When he was at his homeland, he was incredibly peaceful, and nothing can really change his way of life unless the moon stops showing—and before he could have a lick a rage, he then wouldn’t exist. His emotions can sometimes lead astray when irked. He has no physical skill, and lacks philosophy, but his voice, the tongue that he speaks with, seems to show as if he had been in a royal family of some kind throughout its existence. And like a royal child, he likes to spoil himself from time to time with the gift to receive or send lovely melodies.
Skills
5/100 Flute Playing (+5 Starter Package)
10/100 Perception (+10 Starter Package)
10/100 Astrology (+10 Racial Bonus)
12/100 Persuasion (+10 Starter Package)
5/100 Running (+5 Starter Package)
22/100 Unarmed Combat (+20 Starter Package)
2/100 Philosophy
Gnosis
Lore
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Equipment and Possessions
Heirloom:
-Concealing Ring (50gm/Free)
Weapons:
-
Items:
-Wooden Flute (-5gm)
Gear:
-1 Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included)
-1 Waterskin
-1 Backpack which contains: 1 eating knife, Flint & Steel, Food for a week or 1 bottle of embalming fluid (for Nuits), 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
Other:
Ledger
[+] 95 GM
[+] 500 GM (Homeless)
Languages:
Fluent—
Common (Chaktawe)
Common (Ethaefal)
Secondary—
Tertiary—
Tawna (Chaktawe-rebirth doesn't give him enough memory to speak the whole language)
Likes
Ethaefal: Melody, Peace, Connection, Tales, Love
Choktawe: Philosophy, Art, Scenic places, Followers
Dislikes
Ethaefal: Hatred, Sours, Fire, Ghosts
Choktawe: Jesters/Fools, Sweets, Cannibals
Thread List
Pre-creation
Jin was born in Eloab, inside the family’s small tent. The family were from the Tatsuwaat territory. Being their first born child, they felt adored and showed unconditional love for Jin.
Jin had actually been raised by a guardian, who stole the boy from the family the week when he turned seven, and made him his first slave. Eventually, as the boy’s ignorance and combative nature continued to show, even tried to assassinate the man in his sleep, the wandering Chaktawe figured that he was the chosen kid, and made him his apprentice. Of course, tough love had to be in order, and while training, the old man did continue to batter him, neglect him, and teach him philosophical things that really did not make any sense towards the current matter. But eventually, the child learned that he had no place to go, no one to take care of him, and eventually fell under the wing of the wanderer, and began to cooperate in learning his philosophies, understand the desert more, become more of a warrior, as they both wandered the desert for the next fourteen years. As master and apprentice.
By the time his time of years succeeding through adolescence, young adulthood, and near to seeing the light of middle age, he found himself with five children, a woman, and a master he could now call father, with his children able to name grandfather. Still a wandering group of people, and still true to the Tatsuwaat territory; for he returned with a mind well feed with experience, but totally appeased and matured. He hoped nothing could change this sense of peace and unity.
Then one day, his master kidnapped another child when he learned of Jin's progression as a responsible adult to be his success. The next child happened to be Jin's own son, Jinwe. From there, he was on a hunt, and it wasn't for a wild animal...
With him were four Tatsuwaat men under his lead, on the search for his son and former teacher. They once even made contact with the master at the border of the country, but learned that such information required to loss of a comrade; making it three left on the search.
The men were loyal, and had enough people to protect their loved ones. Jin figured it had to be settled, or he wouldn't return on home. His two followers felt the same way.
The journey led them to the borders of Falyndar. Jin made sure on explaining if they wanted to go back while he continued. The two believed it was their 'destiny to either die or not to die' and that 'the journey lays ahead, not behind'. With that they all went into the land of Falyndar.
Lost in the jungle for ten days paid off, for they finally found the master's hiding spot. Inside a stalk- and vine-litered cave. Going in was easy, getting out was the difficult part. For there were ten Myrian warriors inside the cave, negotiating on a trade with the old man, who knew their tongue well. With nothing but rage to hold him back, and to push him forwards, Jin sprung into action and took out two singles of the two-handful. Hoping to aim for a third: His former teacher.
Quickly, the Myrian negotiating with him stopped Jin, and kicked him back, with his mouth running foully in another language out of annoyance. This was actually a call for retaliation, and the rest of them then went in to return blows. The fight lasted five minutes, with still three Chaktawe and now four Myrian. Panting and grumbling was all that could be heard ringing inside the cave.
And then, someone ran outside. Jin turned, and saw the old man carrying the out cold Jinwe. As if all his energy had returned, Jin went sprinting after them. Followed by his to comrades, and the rest of the Myrian warriors.
The chase was on until the old man showed that he could leap over a river...
Jin and his men had nothing to do but swim, and fight the current. Neither combating parties were good at swimming, but the Myrian knew their territory, and tried running around the other way. One was just an inch of grabbing Mibu, one of Jin's followers, and still went almost a hundred yards away east.
After making it through, they ran. For an hour, they could not find them, and Jin's fustration seemed to have changed him to become this angry beast never before seen from the rest. Love and responsibility had a severe weakness apparently.
It had been five whole days since scouting, and the Myrians were finally beginning to show up. Their scattering nearly touched the hidden location of the relentless troupe of Chaktawe. On the fifth day, Mibu started to feel famished, and by the time his stomach had roared its growl for dire needs, an arrow struck and shut down the life of the desert native. Jin noticed this, for he saw it with his own eyes. So close in fact that the blood sprayed over his countenance. The other comrade could also feel the danger arising, as the scatter became a surrounding cluster to their senses, realizing that there will be a clash. But the men were not willing to die without at least taking out as many Myrian as they could!
The battle ended in minutes.
Captured by a good twelve Myrian warriors, taking out at least seven of the twelve, with one arm practically dangling, eye battered, hair ruffled, Jin looked to his enemies, and tries to spit in one of their faces. Obviously with only blood firing out. He remembered the entire scene. Both he and his only comrade still had survived, but both ended up severely wounded.
They spoke in a certain tongue that the two Chaktawe couldn’t—and probably would never—understand. Even if Jin was an expert to the gibberish, the mind of his lacked controlling his sense of self. All the words he could find out of the hat had been thrown to them with his own language, and one reacted well accordingly to what he was saying. In fact, he backhand slapped Jin, to the point that blood and a tooth landed to his left side.
Then he kicked Jin, and stomped him; repeat; followed by more savages doing the same. Soon it turned to be a game to them. It was stopped right when one man, who appeared to be the captain to their troupe, and also was the negotiator they've met previously, started detailing what to do next. Jin had no care in the world. They ruined his life, and figured he had a good grasp to some of theirs...
“Bitter till the end?” spoke the captain, in the common language.
“Better believe,” replied Yechihilettuwa, Jin's last amigo.
“The fun has only begun…”
For days traveling, the two were left starving, repeatedly beaten, drug by ropes, and even bitten on the shoulder just for laughs and giggles to enhance the fear of what they might do from what they've learned or heard about the Myrian.
The final stop happened to be Zinrah.
That’s where the two died. Not even knowing what happened in the depths of the darkness, for both men had lost their minds in hunger and loneliness to the measure that neither could have mentally recovered even if saved by someone.
Only the Gods themselves could unveil the truth.
Eventually, Jin found himself inside of Leth’s world—becoming an Ethaefal. There, his mind was anew, and his appearance changed. So did his name; so had his attitude and knowledge.
It all seemed to have washed away, and reformed this new being made in harmony. It was young, cheery, and loved floating around with his clothes billowing. It loved wind, and it was only naturally to have loved the vibrations and sensations from music. It never before experienced such love.
It had lived in harmony under the name of Leth for 400 years, taking in what Leth could give, and in return stay only loyal. In its heart, it knew Leth’s injury from a battled fought just a century ago—a little unbeknownst or less thought of in its former life. Still, being the kind and care providing being it had been, it tried over the hundreds of years use music to ease the mind and uplift the woeful as much as he could.
The Ethaefal had to soon enough face the same fate as many others had to, and fell from its grace.
Becoming a fallen Ethaefal, with its powers plucked as it landed in the waters, but still with its body glowing owing to the fact the moonlight was still there, keeping it afloat. By the time day arrived, the Ethaefal returned to its former mortal life. As the once wise but now vengeful and saddened Chatawe, Jin.
Choking from the water, right when the last speck of his once glowing body went away, Jin hurriedly started using his known strength to control his swimming. He felt as though he had just been born, and could only use natural instinct—in his case, militaristic subconscious—to return to a random shore before fully falling unconscious.
His body didn’t look like it hadn’t had a taste of battle, for none of the past injuries from the past life had transpired onto his current resurrection. Still, he didn’t know of it, for his memory was still at a blank, but kind of felt it strange that he had two arms.
Finding himself in a home neighboring the shores of Syliras, Jin stood up and began to take his leave. Immediately a child stopped him.
“You aren’t going anywhere mister!” the girl ordered. After her appeared the mother, then father, followed by ten to twenty little rascals. They all called him big brother, and the parents called him son…
Since then, they began to hold him there, as the next one to support paying the bills. And being so drained and lacking knowledge to his past, he sticks to their orders like a mindless, confused slave.
Little that they knew, in the night, he would transform, glowing into a god-like being, and float away in the night to honor the ever dependable and gracious moon.
Both, deep down inside, knew that this is where their new journey begins...
Post-creation
