Leon Archfield

[Leon]

Chaktawe, Kalanue clan 19 Years old. Leon was born in the 12th day of Spring of 491 A.V Male Black eyes forever searching, curious to the world around him. Hair threading to take permanent form against the night sky. Its length hardly kept in check. A body kissed by the years of the sun is left darker than most. His roots leaving a copperish tint in the mix. Years of growing up in the desert left his body up for the demands. Rough hands showed his worth as a worker, as did his sculpted body. Standing at a measurable 5'6, he is more than able to do the tasks presented to him. Never the runt of the group, but also never the one most seen. His weight was something more controllable for him. His body was kept around 180lbs. The water weight adding most of the bulk that comprised him. He could feel when he was bloated, and took to working that much harder to keep his body at the desired level of fitness. His body is normally covered in a special cloth known to him as the Wolfs Garb. A very special gift, bestowed up him by his mother. Its Grey color matching that of the beasts he had never actually encountered. I got this idea just playing in my head, I want him to try to help restore the waters, and protect the villagers from afar, he is going to be trying to get vengeance for something that happened, and in the same way protect the only other who has loved him in his life. The winds that blows leaves the world shrouded in dust, when that dust settles a desert is formed. Mountains crumble with age, time doing its best to take hide its wonders from those unworthy. In the end it leaves the earth bare for all to see, it creates a sea of brown, which claims everything it touches. Water dries leaving the earth for a moment to rejoin its brothers in the sky. Rain forms falling upon the land, bring life back to the world. Its the circle of events, but once something interrupts that circle the world becomes unbalanced, unstable, and unsafe to live. And for the people no water fell when the Kalanue needed it the most. Leon’s birth marked that of the first rains of the season. It fell on the 12 day of spring in 491 A.V. The sky let loose its furry upon the earth, water poured from the heavens upon a hungry ground. It drank and drank until it could thirst no more. But the waters did not stop but instead spewed out from the depths of the sand collecting upon its surface with all the furry of the ocean. As water became land, and the great sea of sand became a raging river, it was left to the Kalanue to face the obstacles before them. Strength through fear breed only fear, and it took much strength to fight back the threat of losing everything. It was a day of great sorrow, yet filled with the unmistakable joy. Leon's life had been brought into this world, but many others had died, those not strong enough to face natures cruel and often misunderstood gifts. Leon's birth marked an occurrence that had not happened in many years the birth of an Oasis. Rain water had left the world anew. Bringing life to part of the desert. The water had flowed as far and as fast as it could, seeming to collect in a pool. Through the years that pool would later grow to flourish into an Oasis, a scared place for his people. It was a powerful sign that even the Wayhali took notice of. When the storm was over he addressed his people telling them the wisdom of the Gods, and helping to understand what they had lost and what they had gained. His speech was short lived, and upon completion he made his way to the newly born child. He spoke to his father giving him a message for him to remember for as long as his life allowed him. " In water we find life, In life we find strength. And with strength we survive. Teach this one strong, for I fear his path is going to be far more difficult than he will ever realize." As the years began to drift on and time started to shape the boy. He was introduced to others in his age group. At his point in his life he was only a little taller than some of the others, his hair was growing as fast as a little ones did at his age. Leon’s black eyes were darker than the night sky above, but what was more impressive than that was how they showed virtually now fear even when he was confronted by the elders of his village. He was revered for his quick learning skills, his ability to take that extra step, and how he was only seven years old at the time of his first kill. He had the makings to be a proud hunter, and that’s just what his father wanted of him. Leon’s Father Kulu was a strong dependable hunter and tracker . He was one of the most skilled and most depended on hunters in the entire village. He was second to none at the blade and often Leon found himself watching and wishing he was as masterful as he was. He could remember asking him how he was so good with the sword and his father would just smile and say. “All things come to one at time. Practice and you will see your efforts become something you only dreamed they would.” Being a tracker was a hard thing it took studying the land, walking in the creatures shoes , and a full concentration making sure not to over look any small obsticle. Leon was too young to fully understand his gifts; he couldn’t understand how he could feel the world around him. How he could touch every part of the village with the movement of the winds, the images holding true in his mind. His father took him out on hunts, guiding him through the world of sand, showing him tracks of creatures both big and small and slowly teaching him the ways of his people. It was a long task but his Father was up to the challenge. In the village mothers were not required to do much teaching to the men in the house. It was normally left up to the father to teach the son what he would and would not be doing in his life. But Elaine was not a typical Female. She cared deeply at what her son was doing. She loved only the way a mother could Elaine was the primary healer for the village. And with that the area in which Leon lived seemed to always be filled with the sick and the elderly. Though his mother was not worthy of telling the stories of her people, that in no way stopped her from telling her the stories that she knew from the years of hearing them. On rare night she would sit next to Leon and indulge him in the secrets of the stories of old. Those were the days Leon felt at most close to his mother. One good thing about living in the desert was the tolerance to the elements. Being young, Leon’s body did not take the abuse so lightly. It had taken him years to build up the thicker skin that he had. He could recall many times having to go to his mothers tent for more than personally issues. Such as being sand bitten and what ever else he might have done. As the years passed even further along, Leon began getting even stronger. His body had grown to almost a whole body length taller. His skin was no longer bother by the simple things like sand blasting, though he dared not test that theory out. Though he was only thirteen years old he had proven himself his father’s son, going on many raids, and much more hunts. He was waiting and anticipating his fifteenth birthday, the day he would become a true member of the village. A strong and noble hunter who was sought after by women and revered as a master just like his father was. When Leon’s fourteenth birthday arrived his father was granted to take him out on a special hunt. It was more a test to see how he would be able to handle the task alone and to see how far along he had progressed. He knew there would still be many thing to teach him, but as long as he knew the basics then he would be fine. The hunt was going great. Leon had tracked a pack of animals to a small oasis. The oasis was a break from the normal dry and pale desert. It was Leon’s favorite spot to sneak off to during the night, even though it was a forbidden spot for those not worthy. Leon had made good ground on the pack, using his sneaking skills and camouflage to blend in with the shrubs that surrounded the oasis. Leon looked back to his father for the okay to proceed and was given the sign to move on with the kill. But as Leon was making movements to take the creatures life, he noticed something not to far off in the distance. The animals scattered as the figures made quick ground on them. Leon saw the look of fear on his fathers face as he called out hide! Leon taken back by the words looked around for a place to hide. From what he could see It was a group of about six raiders. They made no time gaining the ground on his father. And within a minute after issuing him to hide the men had him surrounded. They talking in a language he could not understand, but his father spoke to them as if he was a natural at the speech. The men grew impatient with his father and one got off his horse. Pointing a sword at his face. Leon was wondering why his father did not defend himself, but then remembered that his father had left his sword back home for he was to be hands off, and wanting to make as little sound as possible he had chosen to keep it there. He watched in horror as a man upon a horse severed his fathers head from his body. Looking around he began issuing out words he could not understand maybe they were looking for him. He wanted to run, be the horses would prove impossible to get away safely. So despite his fears he stayed in his hiding spot. They searched for ten minutes looked nearly everywhere. They had passed in front of him several times and one time he was sure he was caught, but luckily the cloth he was wearing blended in with the sand so they took little notice of him. His eyes wandered from his hiding spot, locking on the one who had slayed his father down. His horse had a red hand print painted on his backside. He glanced over to the other horses, no such mark was made. From his place of refuge he vowed to someday pay him back for the wrongs he had committed him. Leon watched and waited they took there horses to drink. A pair of the bandits made ground back to his father. A look of excitement crossed their lips. When they reached him one of the raiders pulled out a knife and began carving at his stomach. Pulling out the organs that make us the people we are. It was too much for Leon to handle watch his father being cut open and used the way he was, It was bad enough he saw him die before his eyes and so he collapsed under the strain of what was going on. Leon later awoke to the sound of a fire popping, the murders had set up a camp on the sacred grounds. He could smell the fire, and the undeniable smell of meat cooking. Leon left his safe spot to rush to his father’s side the site was even more gruesome up-close, he picked up what was left of his father and returned back to the village. By the time he got back to the village he was covered in his father’s blood. No longer was his cloak a sandy shade. It had been replaced with a foul dried blood tint. Telling the story was the hardest thing he ever had to do in his life. But that was soon topped when he had to tell his mother what happened. That day made him realize how fragile life was. That day made him love his family even more. It made him distrust man, hate man for what they were, murderous fiends. He had watched something horrible unfold and was powerless to stop it. And the fact that his father had not been able to do anything made it even worse in his mind. His mother raised him as best as she could for the last year until he would become a man. Those months were filled with countless tears, awkward moments, and a lot of time spent in solitude. It was left to another to teach him more about the ways of the hunter, but as it stood Leon had no taste for it anymore. None of them had the words strong enough to break through the spell that he was wrapped up in. Only a few had experienced what he had, but never had they seen the hatred and the pure greed unfold with there own eyes. When the 12th day of summer finally did arrive Leon was more than ready. He was ready to set off become a man and hunt down those who did his father harm. That was to be his path he could feel it in every bone. He stood before his mother and told her of his intentions. She cried for the longest time. But with her tears she said more than she could have ever said with her words alone. Before he left his little hut and journeyed off to see the Wayhali. Leon listened to what his mother had to say. Somehow she knew deep in her heart that he was never coming back, even before she had spoken to him. She handed him a folded up garb with his fathers scimitar on top of it. The cloak was made from the softest of animal hide he had ever felt. It was crafted to perfection. He took no time on putting it on, attaching the sword to his newly acquired belt. She called it the garment the Wolfs Garb tell him a little story about how she got it.. As he walked out the tent he looked back at the women who raised him, who loved him, and he prayed to himself that he came back unharmed. She whispered on the wind. Be safe... And that was that was the last thing he heard his mother say. "The searching" Age 15: As Leon walked down the village, he was greeted by all manner of people. They watched him, they sent him fair well. And bowed there heads to him in some sort of ritual good bye. He stood in front of Wayhali, who said some strong words and told him of the trials ahead...And then banished him to the outer sands. He took the bow, and took the gear he was allowed and made his march into the unforgiving sands that he would have to call his home. For the next couple weeks, or longer as fate would have it. Leon walked until the sky painted was painted black. The stars filled the sky, lighting up the path he would take for the rest of the night. The star that shined the brightest would be his beacon his waypoint. The direction he must go, his path to the one he wanted to talk to the most, Eywaat. When the night time ended Leon did to. He took shelter from the sand storms in and let the sun keep the beasts away. He knew that during the cooler nights was when most of the beasts preyed. He would need to be fully alert and on guard at all hours of the night in the middle of the desert. Sleep was not an option during the night. Three days into it, he was lucky to find places to sleep that didn’t leave him wishing he hadn’t, his body was exhausted from the lack of food. He had managed to scavenge a few small scorpions, and other tasteless critters but nothing was to fulfilling. It was looking more and more hopeless with each passing day. Leon waited till the last bit of his energy was drained till he took a rest once more. It was about fourteen days into it. He had found a struggling tree in the middle of the desert. There wasn't' much else around him, and so he broke down and fell to the ground looking upwards at the sky. He was avoiding this moment for as long as he could remember. Ever since the start of this venture he cursed thinking what he would say, but now he got down on his knees and began to let the words roll off his tongue and carry far over the seemingly endless sand. "The Prayer" "The desert can be a cruel place, it can turn the most kindest of men into broken down thieves. Strip them of everything they ever had and leave them barren like the land itself. That was what happened to my people. They had everything, the waters, the land the happiness of family. We weren't so alone back then. But now we are,we are separated by lands we shouldn't. We only take the time to see each other once every cycle. It's madness...How could you do this to your people, your followers, your brothers. I'm out here trying to discover myself to figure out how things could have gone soo wrong... I don't know what is planned for me, I don't know what I must do to make you see that you will soon lose your people if nothing changes." After he was done he kept his head down, he was to tired to move. he didn't look up to see the storm clouds moving around over head. Nor to see clear sky start to turn a dark grey. Leon looked up only when he felt the soft touch a rain drop touch his hand. He looked up just as the rain poured over him. Some had told stories about signs about the gods talking to them, but he never thought they would ever take the time to do anything for him. The rain continued to pour down from the sky over head. Leon was lost in the cooling sensation. Laying on his back and closed his eyes, letting his eye lids catch the water instead of his pupils. He smiled for the first time so over whelmed. And through the blurry vision of his eyelids, and the rain drops he saw a black bird land on the tree right beside him. It was then accompanied by another jet black raven. Both looked down at him, and it took them cawing to get the point to Leon what was happening. He stood up and looked at the raven's black eyes face to face, no fear... The other just turned from him looking out to the distance, never once turning its head to meet his. And within its talons it held a necklace, with a black pearl in the center. Though the bird never looked at him Leon got this funny feeling that the bird was someone from his past... perhaps his father that was here ashamed at how far he had fallen. The bird began to caw again, and words began to flow inside his head, a picture of what was to be. Death was the claimer of all men, it took without fairness or judgment, it has no preference, it only takes. Death, hatred, and a bloodshed that would claim the life of everyone he knew or was it just a flash back? Keeping to that thought he let the images seep into his mind, it was the man on the horse again, the one that had taken his fathers life in a cruel unjust act. He watched as the man faced him calling out to him in words he could not understand, blade risen they looked upon each other. The images flashed forward to him and his mother. He looked upon the waters that filled the Oasis. Somehow they had grown larger, life once again restored to its confines. Love flashed into his mind, the feeling of weakness, the feeling of strength. He was to find himself falling for one who would do him much harm, and like that the images faded. The bird out stretched its winds, gliding down to meet the earth with black talons. Landed in front of Leon it dropped the contents it held so tightly in its beak. The black pebble necklaces feel with the aided effect of gravity. The raven looked to him at meeting him eye to eye before cawing. The sudden noise cause him to jar. His sudden movement sent the birds flying into the rain bent sky. Moments after they had disappeared from sight, so did the rains. Leon was unsure what to do he had a choice to make, he could return to the only home he knew, forget that he ever saw the vision, and go back to his mother with open arms... or he could heed the warning and try to find out what the cause was, but in his head he already knew what it was. Time, time had its hands into everything. It threatened to consume the world, but he would not let time ravage the memories of his people, he would not let them take his home away forever. Leon bent down and picked up the necklaces. He looked at the black pearl and seeing a name appear in the center. Archfiend, he had not received his name yet from the village, so he took it as that was his name. Leon Archfiend. It had a great ring to it, the sound of it brought a spark back to his life. He now had a goal to accomplish, he now had a task to fulfill, His head was spinning, but never did he stray from what he knew he had to do...And so with trembling knees and hope renewed he stepped forward starting his journeys afar. Lore: "Pride is a Fragile Mistress" "Women > Logic" "A Man's Eyes are His Worst Enemy" "Kelvic shifting" "Strange dreams" "Kelvics' lack of propriety" "Grisly gifts" "The dangers of bonding to a predator" "Forgiveness" "Syliran Geography" "Eykol Geography" Skills: Points Proficiency Camouflage 10 Novice Hunting 10 Novice Running 5 Novice Stealth 5 Novice Tracking 11 Novice Scimitar 5 Novice Wilderness Survival 16 Novice Begging 1 Novice Observation 3 Novice Seduction 3 Novice Investigation 1 Novice Persuasion 1 novice Languages Ability Common Fluent Tawna Basic Various Human Languages Poor Family Heirlooms Grey Wolf Robes- A set of revisable robes, on the outside is a fur from a grey wolf, its colors ranging in a few different hues of Grey. On the inside lies a fine black material which is used to represent the spirit of the raven. This inside is made for night adventures when he does not which to be seen. He can flip the robes inside out and use them to blend in with the night. Steel Scimitar- This is a finely crafted scimitar. This item once belonged to Leon’s father but due to his death as a child was passed on to him. Obtained Items: Black pearl Necklace- A rare pearl that is filled with the essence of a vengeful spirit. Leon’s father in reincarnate form gave this to him during his “Searching” Item Number Price Acquire Additional Info. Set of Clothing 1 N/A SP -- Water skin 6 5gm SP -- Body Pack 1 10gm SP -- Set of Toiletries 1 N/A SP -- Food for a Week 1 N/A SP -- Eating Knife 1 N/A SP -- Flint and Steel 1 N/A SP -- Rope, silk (50ft.) 1 10 gm SP Scimitar 1 15 gm Heirloom -- Tent, four-person 1 10 gm SP -- Water Additive 5 15 sm SP -- Tree Net 1 14 gm SP -- Water Trap 1 45 gm SP -- Shovel 1 2 gm SP -- Whetstone 1 2 gm SP -- Camouflage Tarp (10 sq.ft.) 1 12 gm SP -- Bed Roll 1 1 sm SP -- Hunting Horn 1 15 gm SP -- Halfspear 2 2 gm SP -- Animal Snare 1 5 gm SP -- Total: -162gm 1 sm +2gm- No backpack +500gm- No Houseing +100gm SP -162 gm 1sm (starting items) ___________________ 437Gm 9sm -15gm 5sm (food and Inn costs) -11gm (Supplies) ___________________ 411Gm 4sm A Stop at the Ruins of Nial- 5th Day of Summer 510 A.V. Wandering the city -7th day of summer, 510 A.V. (XpReward= Leon: +1 Begging, +3 Observation, +1 Seduction, +1 Investigation, +1 Persuasion (XpLore= Leon: Pride is a Fragile Mistress, Women > Logic, A Man's Eyes are His Worst Enemy) Look what the cat dragged in (Leon)- 7/8th day of summer 510 A.V. XP Award: Seduction: 2 XP, Wilderness Survival: 1 XP, Tracking: 1 XP Lore Award: Kelvic shifting, Strange dreams, Kelvics' lack of propriety, Grisly gifts, The dangers of bonding to a predator, Forgiveness Ledger: -15 gm 5 sm for food and lodging, -2 gm for breakfast, -1 gm rope, -7gm trail rations (14 days), -1 gm various supplies, Is this a game(Open) - 12th day of summer 510 A.V.