Post by annaseruu on Mar 14, 2013 4:40:31 GMT -5
Zakar
Name:Zakar
Pronunciation:Za-car
Age: 23
Season Born In: Winter
Gender: "Last time I checked I could still pee on a tree standing up"
Sexuality: "Is there anything besides my anvil and hammer?"
Appearance:
Tall, dark and handsome. Sure. That would be the easy way out. But what can you say for a blacksmith who has worked his entire life over a furnace and an anvil. Every muscle is chiseled. Defined. There isn't a muscle in his body that isn't as fine tuned as the items he makes. His long dark hair is normally pulled back with a leather tie. If he is in his shop, he is wearing leather pants and boots. It's hard to tell if the leather was ever another color other than dirty. That same dirt covers his bare upper body, arms and face. His eyes are the color of polished copper if you were tall enough to see into them. Standing 6'6" doesn't make it easy. But it is his smile, if he ever smiles, that seems to light up his face and steals the hearts of many a soul.
Personality:
Zakar is a hard worker. Hell, even that doesn't quite cover it. He has only one true love and it's the anvil and hammer. With these tools he can make things of beauty and things of death. Things to protect and things to kill. He can make the most beautiful jewelry and the strongest sword. As long as you have enough Marks.
A loner, besides his Sasha, he calls no one friend. He values truth above all else and find that people generally don't speak truth. Each word is a lie, in some form or fashion. It's just him, Sasha, and his work. And on the off chance he has had a good day, maybe a drink at the tavern.
His temper is rarely seen, but when it breaks through, there will be hell to pay. Don't ever cross a man that knows every weakness in your armor because he made the damn thing.
He has yet to know love. He doesn't think he is worthy. If he wasn't wanted as a child, how can he be wanted as an adult.
Family: "They left me in the Hold, thanks for bringing up that little ditty"
Location: Rebellion
Rank: Smith, Journeyman
History:
He was abandoned as a small child. He was friended by a puppy who was also abandoned. Together the two of them made their way in the world. As time went on his Pup grew and had pups of her own. Now on the third generation of the line, he loves his Sasha dearly. As a small child it was cleaning the stalls and feeding the pigs. But he found that he was better with the steel than people. Forging metal into beauty was much easier than talking to people.
A loaner, besides Sasha, he calls no one friend. He values truth above all else and find that people generally don't speak truth. Each word is a lie, in some form or fashion. It's just him, Sasha, and his work. He came to the Rebellion to find better work. And on the off chance he has had a good day, maybe a drink at the tavern.
He spent his youth working beside all the farm animals. And beside the smith. It's the only thing he is really good at. Maybe one day he could find a wife and have children. But for now, it is him, his wolf, and his steel.
((OOC knowledge... is a twin to Takhal))
Sasha
Name: Sasha
Pronunciation: As it looks
Age: 4
Type: Red Canine
Size: Muscular, standing thigh high to Zakar
Appearance/Personality: When Sasha stands at Zakar's side, he can rest his hand on her head easily. She is the same color of his eyes. Copper. They have been together forever it seems. Four truns now. But he was with her mother and grandmother too. She is loyal to him. As if they were a mated pair. She protects him with her life. She has a way of sensing danger and will warn Zakar if she can. And in return, he takes care of her. She doesn't trust anyone on site alone. A wolf has a way of "sniffing" out a person's true intent and Zakar trusts her with his life. After all, they have saved each other's life many a time.
