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Aug 23, 2018 20:50:54 GMT -5

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Post by Maraas on Aug 23, 2018 20:50:54 GMT -5

Maraas

He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land.

general info

CLASS Rogue	GENDER Male
AGE 30	BIRTHPLACE Seheron
ORIENTATION Straight	OCCUPATION Mercenary

appearance

Maraas is seven feet tall, notably hornless, with bronze skin and blue eyes. His hair is just short of shoulder length and quite thick.

He wears standard Qunari leather armour, and a grey cloak, protecting him from the relative cold of the southern lands. He carried twin daggers.

He has no visible scars on his face, but a reddish bronze scar runs up his arm to his shoulder.

His posture is as expected for a Qunari warrior. He stands tall and proud, shoulders wide and back straight, even when sitting.

personality

POSITIVE
- Stoic
- Honourable
- Reliable
- Honest
- Determined

NEGATIVE
- Stubborn
- Dismissive
- Arrogant
- overconfident
- insecure

Maraas, "alone, nothing," considers himself outside the Qun. Vashoth, but not Tal-vashoth. Despite this, he still believes in the superiority of the Qun and wishes to find his proper place in it again. Yet, he has no wish to force the beliefs of the Qun on others. He cares for others who prove themselves worthy of his friendship.

He was trained to be a diplomat, to deal with bas at a level approximating respect, however.

In his heart he is insecure. Unworthy. He abandoned the Qun, and now seeks redemption. A struggle against an implacable enemy, in the hopes that he may again find his worth to the Qun.

history

Once, he was Karasaad, a soldier of the Beresaad. He grew up protecting the city of Seheron from attacks by various enemies, and gaining a mid-level rank in the army.

This life satisfied him for a time. It was expected of all Qunari to accept the role they were assigned. There was both diplomacy, as far as the Qunari carried that, and fighting, to keep him occupied. Both Fog Warriors and Tevinter soldiers put pressure on the Seheron garrison, in addition to Tal-vashoth.

It all changed on an assignment to Rivain. The people there, some who followed the Qun, others who did not, impressed upon him a satisfaction with life that he had previously only thought possible with the Qun.

He now works as a mercenary, abandoning the Qun, separate, but yearning to return, someday. Just not yet.

sample

He tilted his head back, eyes closed, as pleasure washed over him. He waited a moment before opening his eyes, as was customary. When he did open them, Tamassaran was washing her hands at a tub of water.

"Well, off with you." she said, her tone professional. "Unless there as something you wanted to talk about?"

"No," he responded, then hesitated. The priestesses were accustomed to hearing about their patients mental stresses and often offered guidance. "Well... There was something." She looked away as he covered himself, and stood. "I just got back from Rivain. A family there... They were surprisingly kind. For bas."

"The Kabethari are many things, including kind. Make no mistake, however, their ways are not ours." She smiled a grim smile. "Yet."

She sat on a stool facing him, her horns glistened in the dim light. She was attractive, but that fact was irrelevant to him. Qunari did not mate. Not in the way bas did.

"Of course." he responded. "This family though. They mated because they cared for each other. Raised their own children. Without direction."

"It is what makes them weak." Tamassaran responded. "The Qun will bring them purpose."

"Perhaps." he sighed. "But what if it doesn't? What if there are other ways?"

Tamassaran looked at him eyes narrowed. "There is no other way." Softer, she added. "Go, speak to a vidathiss before you head out again. "

"Yes, Tamassaran." he stood and excused himself. The Tamassaran hall was close by the hall of the Viddathlok. Reaching the building, he stopped, and studied the door for a moment. he reached his hand out, with the intention of pulling the door open, and entering.

"Can I help you?" A Vidathiss approached, presumably heading to his office.

He hesitated before replying. "No. No, everything is fine,"

He left the temple, out into the humid Seheron air. He had duties, a patrol of the surrounding jungle. His squad, karashok under his command, relied on him. The Qun expected, required, he fill this role, and that is what he would do.

***

Some time later, he stood on the deck of a merchant ship, heading to Rivain.

Maraas.

ooc info

☆ NAME
Space Cowboy

☆ OTHER CHARACTERS
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☆ FACE CLAIM
WobbleLikeAjelly created this drawing

THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Space Cowboy. DO NOT STEAL.

MADE BY ?MEULK OF GS & THQ

Edited Aug 25, 2018 15:03:55 GMT -5 By Maraas

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