Dasvek of the Taut Drum

[Dasvek]

"As the beat of the drums peaked, the rhythm and chanting of the Clan of the Taut Drum welcomed a new song into the world, and his name was Dasvek." Name: Dasvek DoB: Summer 55, 478 AV Race: Myrian of the Taut Drum Clan Height: 6'0 Weight: 226.3lbs Physical Description Dasvek is quite large for the males of his race, though some of the females still rise above him. He is bulky and muscular, devoid of much body hair, and adorned with various tattoos of his clan. He has long, earthen colored dreads, and rough facial hair that he grooms when it becomes an annoyance. His eyes usually look stern, his mouth rarely ever pulled into a smile. He has large, dextrous hands that give his drums a powerful sound, and grip his spear tight. Ever since he left his homeland, he tends to go shirtless at sea, wearing only his loincloth or slacks. Character Concept Dasvek is rough and savage, a Myrian true, and does not make friends or acquaintances with any ease. The exceptions to this are other Myrians or talented musicians, but the latter may still have it rough as Dasvek is particular about what he considers true music. Everyone else is more likely to receive a spear through the gut than a gruff conversation. History The Taut Drum clan has been one of the stranger clans of Taloba. Many of the other clans thought them lazy music lovers, and only useful during festivals. They have woodworkers, leatherworkers, but they mainly work with building instruments, Tiger Roarers, and bolas. They, however, serve another purpose as well, and that is to protect Taloba from the threat of Wailers. While Myri is their Goddess above all others, Rhaus is heavily worshiped as well. The children are taught a strong appreciation and love for music, and that it is emotional and influential to everyone. Music can put fear in the hearts of enemies, embolden your allies in the face of death, and lighten a mood of mourning. Dasvek found early on that he was a natural at the War Drums, a high honor among his clan. He was never adept at making instruments, and as such, made up for it by proving useful in gathering hides, woods, and other supplies during excursions outside of the city. When he was 28, he was looking for a special type of driftwood for a type of roarer his clan made, and joined up with Emalay of the Tidal Spear, the guardians of the coast. As the two made their way to the beaches of eastern Falyndar, they began to hear the sound of a flute cutting through the trees. After stepping out onto the sands, they discovered two ships anchored just off of the beach, Myri's beach. They could not tolerate invaders into their Goddess' domain, and silently crept through the shallows, each beginning to climb aboard. Just before they cleared the rails, the ships lurched forward, setting off to sea. Dasvek pulled himself over, spear at the ready, and found a Svefra captain, cutlass in hand. They battled for what felt like ages, seemingly equal in skills, until Dasvek was the victor, spear jutting from his enemy's chest. He looked back toward Falyndar, only to see that the ship that now belonged to him, had carried him out of sight of his home. From that point on he began teaching himself how to sail out of necessity, and fell into a hybridized way of life, not returning to his home, but living the Myrian way, at sea.

[Dasvek]

"The beat of the drum is the pulse of the jungle, none can ignore it, fewer can resist, but all will respect it." What is Mine 1 White Cotton Shirt 1 Cotton Slacks 1 Leather Loincloth 1 Fur Cloak 1 Waterskin 1 Leather Sack which contains: 1 Comb, Bone 1 Brush, Bone 1 Unscented Soap 1 Eating Knife 1 Flint and Steel 1 Casinor, rough and beaten up, and all of its equipment, stolen. Hungry Rhythm 1 Dice Set, Ivory 1 Drums Kettle 1 Tiger Roarer 1 Bagh Nahk, Bone Kukri, Bone Dagger, Bone x5 Handaxe, Bone Dagger Scabbard x6 Short Spear Bolas, 3 balls Axe, Throwing Leather Armor 1 War Drum, Heirloom Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting Money +100gm 100gm Dice Set, Ivory -8sm 99gm, 2sm Drums, Kettle -10gm 89gm, 2sm Tiger Roarer -15gm 74gm, 2sm Bagh Nahk, Bone -9sm 73gm, 3sm Kukri, Bone -3gm 70gm, 3sm Dagger, Bone x5 -3gm (6smx5) 67gm, 3sm Handaxe, Bone -2gm 65gm, 3sm Dagger Scabbard x6 -12gm 53gm, 3sm Short Spear -2gm 51gm, 3sm Bolas, 3 Ball -15gm 36gm, 3sm Axe, Throwing -8gm 28gm, 3sm Leather Armor -10gm 18gm, 3sm

[Dasvek]

"A single beat of my drum is stronger than the song of your life." What I Know Skill Gained Total Proficiency Instrument: Drums 30 SP 30 Competent Tracking 10 RB 10 Novice Weapon: Spear 10 SP 10 Novice Sailing 5 SP 5 Novice Composition 5 SP 5 Novice Lores Casinors are Free if You Kill the Owner Myrian Warsongs Languages Myrian: Fluent Common: Basic Gnosis 1 Mark of Audius (Rhaus)

[Dasvek]

"The look in that Svefra's eyes as my spear stopped the beating in his chest was a fine ending note to his song. He knew that his life, his boat, and his power was mine." Timeline Born in Taloba in Summer 478. Was in Military from 494-497. Left Falyndar in Late Spring 510. Thread List Flashbacks Timestamp Thread Status Location Summer 19, 510 Ferret of Fur... Active West Coast of Cyphrus Spring 90, 510 What a Crazy Random Happenstance Active East Coast of Falyndar Spring 75, 510 A Tiger's Beat Active Taloba Summer 512 [table]Timestamp | Thread | Status | Location Summer 34, 512 | Parched | Active | Alvadas

[Dasvek]

"The eyes may be the gateway to the soul, but the ears are how it is fed." The Pulse of Taloba Timestamp: Spring, 500 AV, Festival of the Life Bringer Location: Taloba Many of the Taut Drum Clan were sprinkled around the dance fires of Kihala’s festival, strumming out a fast beat while Myrians far and wide danced and whooped, leapt and hollered. Dasvek’s hands thumped in time with his clan mates. Thump-thump-thump thump thump thump-thump-thump thump thump He whooped when the rests came, and cheered as each child leapt over the blazing bonfire. This celebration was for them and for the Life Bringer, and none would be anything but joyous and thankful this day. Everyone that is, except for one of the children. The child looked to be in pain, shuddering violently with each powerful blow upon the drums. She was doing her best to appear unassuming, hiding behind the long legs of adults. Dasvek was curious for a moment, but went on with the beat. Thump-thump-thump thump thump thump-thump-thump thump thump When the song finally began to transition into another, Dasvek grabbed one of his clan’s Tiger Roarers and stepped out near the fires. Several others of his clan joined him, and they prepared for the upcoming beat. Dasvek’s roarer was shaped like a serrated fang, with several grooves carved in, which caused the unique sound. It was already given a twist before-hand, as Dasvek and the other Roarers began bouncing to the beat of the drums, from one foot to the next, everyone in perfect rhythm. Every eighth count, the roarers shouted, “Hah!” followed by holding their instruments in the air above their heads. The tempo began to slow, and Dasvek began first, his Tiger Roarer spinning slowly in front of him, the vibrations coming off slow and building. Twenty counts later, one of his clan mates joined in, and twenty more, another. When it came back around to Dasvek, he whipped the wooden instrument into large circles over his head, the vibrations strengthening, deepening. Children began to leap over the fires in pairs, one male and one female, to signify the requirements for creating life. The music rose and sped with each roarer that joined, until it felt as if the very jungle itself were pulsating beneath their feet. And with a loud Hah!, it ended all at once, the vibrations in the air almost palpable as they dissipated. The drummers broke rank and the flutists and rib players began to take positions for the next round of songs and dance, and Dasvek, coated in sweat, a tired smile on his face began to look around for some refreshment. Perhaps some snake if someone had chosen to offer it up. While seeking to fill his belly, he noticed that strange girl from earlier, looking much more relieved now that the music was over, and was leading a man known as Oayluu by the hand to another area of the city. This certainly caught Dasvek’s attention, as most everyone knew that Oayluu had been mauled as young soldier and had never been able to produce any offspring since. So who was the child, if not his? Dasvek grabbed a skewer of grilled snake meat off of one of the many tables, and followed the odd pairing nonchalantly as he tore into the charred flesh. Dasvek had never seen the city so empty, as he’d never left a festival before, no one ever did, it was a slight against the gods. He could hear the music rising in the back ground as he moved further and further away from it just barely keeping the pair in sight. As soon as the music died off in the distance, the pair turned a corner, making it all the stranger, for that alley led to nowhere useful. As he neared the turn, a sharp blast of sound took him by surprise, and he nearly stabbed himself in the eye trying to get his hands up to his ears. He heard thump all Myrians knew as the sound of a fallen prey, and he hustled over to the corner of the alleyway and peered in and was horrified. The little girl was crouched over Oayluu, and was eating the man’s face and neck. Who was this girl that ate friend over foe? He stepped into the alley to berate her, evident that Oayluu was beyond saving now, when she looked up at him, deep crimson pouring from her jaw. Her mouth opened wide, wider than any Myrian could possibly do, and a blast of pure sound hit Dasvek bodily, and threw him across the street, where he landed hard and rolled. He could feel his ears ringing, blood dripping down from them, and he feared that he may have lost all hearing. He cursed himself for leaving his spear by his drum at the festivities as the girl slowly approached him, her footfalls unheard. He tried to push himself up, fairly certain a few ribs were broken, and managed to get a single foot beneath him to rise, when the girl was upon him. She stared at him with eyes that held no emotion, not even the look of a predator that had cornered its meal. He saw her arm draw back, but never even saw it twitch, before he felt the punch to his gut that lifted him from his feet and through him into the solid stone wall of a nearby building, spouting blood from his mouth. He lay there, body broken, breathing ragged, knowing he had to kill this monster that dared to invade his Goddess’ city, her most sacred of lands. He struggled upwards to a shaky stand, and drew the only thing he had with him that wasn’t the clothes on his back. His Tiger Roarer from the festival. He held the cord in both hands, the wooden end dangling from his right. He knew he likely couldn’t kill the creature with this weapon, but maybe he could capture it or slow it down for his brethren, if they even knew such a being existed. The creature continued her slow, calculating approach, unconcerned with Dasvek’s impromptu weapon. He saw her mouth beginning to widen once more, and he knew that wave of sound was coming. He stood his ground, and began swinging the roarer in short, whistling circles. The girl shot the blast early, seemingly distracted at the sound. Dasvek braced himself against this, but it struck his already shot ears and cracked ribs with significant force. He was forced to his knees in pain, certain he was deaf now, but a Myrian wasn’t beaten until their heart was eaten, and he began swinging that roarer over his head once more. The creature stopped, and began looking uncomfortable, even taking a step back. No creature could possibly be afraid such a weapon so why was sh—He knew it immediately, remembering her behavior from the festival and her early attack. The sound! The roarer’s music was keeping her at bay! He began swinging it in faster and faster motions, not really injuring the girl, but now she wasn’t attacking, and the sound would carry to the festival. Someone would hear it and come to investigate, and this creature would be slain. But a cornered creature was always the deadliest, and this creature knew what would happen. She began firing rapid, smaller bursts of sound at the injured Myrian. They struck him, threw off his momentum, and he fell once more, releasing the roarer as it flew past her head. Now he was defenseless, struck down, awaiting the killing blow, killed in his own Goddess’ city. He glared at the girl who was now bending over him, surely about to eat him too, his limbs to injured to fight back. He would die with his enemy’s face seared into his mind, and he would find her in another life and return the gift she was about to give. A strum filled the air, a low tone, barely noticeable at first, but even more surprising was that Dasvek heard it. And the creature heard it too, and looked up past the fallen Myrian, hissing, a noise that escaped his ears. Two more strums followed the first, and the girl fell backwards, face contorted in pain, hissing and clawing at the air in front of her. Dasvek managed to crane his head over and saw a man that looked as if he had no place being in the glorious city of Taloba. He was clearly not Myrian, pale in skin, and old of age, wisps of white hair floating lightly in a gentle breeze. He held some large stringed instrument before him, one Dasvek had never seen before, and his pale, wrinkled fingers strummed out a cord. Dasvek saw the creature writhing in pain, its body beginning to look insubstantial, wavering, like the steam off of a boiling pot. The man began to play a beautiful, melody, rising and falling, and the creature continued to scream and shake in pain. Dasvek watched in awe as music saved him, and was destroying that which had taken nearly two lives. The creature let loose a loud shriek, one Dasvek had actually managed to hear, and exploded into nothingness. There was no body, no blood, no clothing. Nothing was left, no trace that it had existed save for the injuries on Dasvek and the corpse in the alley. The old man turned to Dasvek and smiled, extending a hand, the other cradling his foreign instrument. Dasvek took hold of it, wincing in pain at his broken body, and yelped in surprise as the man lifted him to his feet with the ease of a man twice his size. The man continued to smile as one of his hands touched Dasvek’s left ear, which instantly sprang back into hearing the world around him, muffled by his other ear, which received a tap as well. He could hear the winds of the jungle, the calls of birds, the rustling of the trees, his own ragged breathing. He made to thank the man that rescued him, returned his ability to hear music, but the man held up a hand to interrupt him. “My son, you can never stop the music, nothing can. No need to thank me for returning what was never lost. The music is always in here.” He placed a single, wrinkled palm over Dasvek’s heart, and removed it, a symbol Dasvek had never seen before, but knew to be music, left in its place. Dasvek’s ears picked up the whoops and shouts of several of his kinsmen approaching, and he looked away from the man, the name Rhaus now in his mind, despite not having heard it before. When he looked back, Rhaus was gone, and he crumpled in a tired, injured heap on the stone. His kinsman arrived and found him and the corpse and immediately assumed an enemy to be nearby. “Stop… it’s dead, it is dead…” One of the elders of his clan, made his way over to him and rolled him over on his back, only to have his eyes widen at the sight of the Mark. “Rhaus has blessed you this day. Come son, let us return to the festival, there is much you need to know, about the creature you fought, about the life you will now live. Your song has changed, and is now more beautiful than ever imagined.”

[Dasvek]

"Let someone beat a drum a hundred times, and you will learn everything you'll ever need to know about them." General Information : 1. What is your Name? Dasvek of the Taut Drum 2. Do you go by a nickname or pet name? No. 3. How old are you? 34 monsoons 4. What is your height? Six feet 5. What is your weight? 226.3 pounds Aesthetics : 1. Describe yourself as you see yourself. Strong, powerful, the ideal mate. 2. Describe yourself as others typically see you. Ferocious, deadly. 3. What is your favorite body feature? My large, fast hands. 4. How physically fit are you? Perfection. 5. How do you typically dress and what is your style? I wear slacks when at sea. I may wear a shirt during a celebration. Family : 1. Who are your parents and what are they like? My father is a drum maker named Dastyal, and my mother is a mighty hunter and dancer named Vektahr. 2. Do you have any brothers or sisters? Yes, several of both. 3. What is your extended family like? My clan are all lovers of music and song and are all fierce warriors. 4. Do you consider close friends as important or more/less important than family? Close friends are family. 5. Do you treat animals like family? Animals are made to work or to eat. Location : 1. Where were you born? Taloba 2. Where do you live now? The Suvan Sea 3. If you could live anywhere in Mizahar where would that be? Taloba 4. Do you have a favorite place to vacation or spend leisure time? What is this leisure you speak of? 5. Where do you fear to be? In a world without music. Traits : 1. Do you have any physical weaknesses (disease, scars, and missing limbs?) I have many scars, as all proper Myrian warriors should. 2. Are you right handed or left handed? Right. 3. What languages do you speak? What do you sound like? Do you have an accent? Myrian and Common. I sound deep and fierce, and have the accent of the strongest people in all of Mizahar. 4. Do you have any odd mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? No. 5. Do you have (or want to get) any tattoos or piercing? Why do you have them (or will get them) ? I have many tattoos, never been fond of piercings. Occupations : 1. What is your occupation? I am a musician. 2. Do you like/dislike your work? Why? I love it more than anything in life, save maybe Myri herself. 3. If you could be anything you wanted to, what would you be? I am what I want to be. 4. What occupation do you admire the most? Why? The one I have, for none are more noble. 5. What occupation do you lest like? Why? Beggars, I want to drive my spear through them on sight. Childhood : 1. What sort of child were you? Strong and excellent with the drum. 2. What is your favorite memory from childhood? My father building me my first drum. 3. What is your worst memory from childhood? Breaking my hand hunting a large snake, feared I would never strike a drum again. 4. What sort of relationship did you have with your parents? They made me who I am today. 5. Who was your most influential rolemodel? My mother made me stronger, but my father gifted me with music. Education : 1. What sort of education do you have? I can play drums, and kill with ease, that is all I needed to learn. 2. Do you like/dislike learning? Not if it is useful. 3. Where or how did you learn most of your skills/abilities? My parents taught me. 4. How do you learn best? Hands on. 5. What are your educational goals for the future? We'll see. Relationships : 1. Do you form close bonds with people? Why? Why not? No, most people deserve to be skewered on my spear. 2. Do you trust people easily? If not, why not? You cannot trust anyone until they prove otherwise. 3. Do you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, or something else? Straight. 4. Have you ever been kissed? If so, describe the first time. Yes, and no, I will not describe it. 5. Have you ever had sex? If so, describe the first time. Yes, and again, I will not answer. Drugs and Alcohol : 1. Have you ever been drunk? If so, describe your first time. Yes, in my youth, I stole some liquor from my father's stash. 2. Do you like to drink on a regular basis? From time to time yes. 3. What sort of alcohol do you prefer? The stronger the better. 4. Have you ever tried drugs (mood altering substances)? If so, which kinds and what did you think of them? Yes, and I do not know the common name for them. 5. What do you think of drugs and alcohol? Be specific. They are often quite enjoyable. Likes and Dislikes : 1. What are your hobbies? I like to make new songs. 2. Do you like to read? Not really. 3. What annoys you more than anything else? Laziness. 4. What do you find the most relaxing activity to do? Playing the drums. 5. What kinds of things embarrass you? Why? I do not get embarrassed. Favorites : 1. What is your favorite color or colors? The offwhite of a drumskin. 2. What is your favorite time of day? Dusk, when the drum can salute Syna as she departs and greets Leth's arrival. 3. What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? I'm not sure 4. What do you like to eat? What do you hate to eat? I'm quite fond of snake meat, and eel. 5. What is your favorite type of weather? Does any kind scare you? I like the percussion of storms, and no, none scares me. Outlook : 1. Are you optimistic or pessimistic? Pessimistic 2. What are your religious views? Myri is the goddess above all, and Rhaus is my Patron. 3. Would you be able to kill? I can, and have. 4. What are your views on sex? Much fun, especially when rough. 5. What, in your opinion, makes a successful life? Doing what makes you happy and is useful. Actions : 1. What is the worst and best thing you’ve ever done? I'm not sure. 2. What is your greatest regret? Leaving Falyndar. 3. What is your best/worst memory? Not sure. 4. If you could change one thing about your past, what would it be and why? I would have stayed in Falyndar. 5. What are you the most proud of doing in your life? Earning the respect of the gods. Emotions : 1. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings with others? I have no need to hide anything. 2. Do you have any biases or prejudices? No, my people are simply the greatest, it is a fact. 3. What makes you happy? Music 4. Who or what, if anything, would you die for? My Goddess, my clan, and my music. 5. What makes you angry? Lazy people and bad musicians. Relationships : 1. In general, how do you treat others? As well as they deserve. 2. Who is the most important person in your life, and why? I am, for that is all there is. 3. Who is the person you respect the most, and why? My father and his ear for music. 4. Do you have a spouse or significant other? If not, describe an ideal lover. I do not, but the ideal lover would have to be strong, proud, beautiful. 5. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? No one, for only I can protect myself. Group Situations : 1. Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict? Arguments are best left to the points of spears. 2. Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations? Yes 3. Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? No, more people cause more problems. 4. Do you care what others think of you? No 5. What do you think of others, in general? Most are weak and not worth my time. Self Image : 1. What is your greatest strength as a person? My music. 2. What is your greatest weakness? I have none. 3. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? I wouldn't change a thing. 4. Are you generally introverted or extroverted? What? 5. Are you generally organized or messy? I don't know. Beliefs : 1. What God or Goddess do you find most appealing, if any? Myri and Rhaus. 2. Which God or Goddess do you fear, if any? None 3. Do you have any Gnosis Marks? If so, how did you receive them? 4. What lengths would you go to to please your deity? To death and back. 5. Where do you draw the line at pleasing your deity? What is too much? None is too much. Life & Death : 1. What do you absolutely live for? Music. 2. What is the best part of life? The song of the day. 3. What is the best part of death? The songs they sing of your life. 4. If you could choose, how would you want to die? With my drum resounding, and spear in my enemy's heart. 5. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? My songs.

[Dasvek]

"Every man's life can be told through a series of mediocre stories. Every Myrian's life can be sung with the sound of a drum beating in the background." Snake Meat : "The best kind of snake to eat Is one with a blade in it's meat. I once thought a snake was a vine As I hummed a tune, and kept my time And when I grabbed its scaly back It hissed and turned to attack My spear lunged and plunged and thrusted But that petching stick can't be trusted And the Dhani began to escape So I pulled the knife I held at my nape And lined up the shot, hand steady The blade quivered at the ready The blade flew straight and fast But the bad luck couldn't last Wrong again Dasvek would be And that snake continued to flee Right twixt the mans legs splayed With knife of bone, snake was filleted."

[Phoenix]

Moderator Note:

Hey there, Dasvek

Just to let you know, we prefer that you actually WASH your hair.

I can smell it from here.

Once this has been taken care of, please send a PM to myself or any of the CS laisions in order to get this intervention removed.

Cheers!
-Phoenix.