Nachanksy
02-22-14, 11:46 AM
Nachansky Kira (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUchAD44xA8)
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People complain that times are hard. They are not. People wish they had more than they have. They will never be happy. People want only what people tell them to want, and jealousy…want and greed; they do all the hurt. Do you know what I want? Food. Warmth. Friends. Not much to ask, is it?
Life took them all away. War took my father. Arrow to the knee. Cold took my mother, icicle to the heart – she said it was ‘metaphorical’. Being alone makes me weak. Now, though, I am not. They are the low people, but they need me. I need them. We need each other. I am low too. Together we raise up, above the ruins. Snow. Sun. Rain. Whatever happens in Corone, in Radasanth, in the world; we have a bond.
I come from the wilds. Whatever place I came from true, it matters not. They educate me now but I rebel inside. I will help them find the same home I have found. The open road, the tavern, and the she seller and ‘gentleman’ are a wagon in which I travel to other places. Maybe, just maybe we can live together for long. However, they have to come to the snow, the tree, and the wilds. It is my way. It is the way.
Name: Nachansky Kira
Origin: Concordia
Height: 5’
Weight: 98’
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Blue
Languages: Common, Rune
Proficiencies: Nachansky is not proficient. She never will be. Where she comes from, skill is not measurable. Talent is not perceivable. People simply do what they need to do to survive. They do what they do to get by and keep going. That said, it is through these socially marked skills that Nachansky has become known as the Cub. Each of the below skills has a fixed level of average, becoming more proficient the greater the need for her to do things and, in turn, to survive. When pressured, endangered, fatigued, or scared: she can do things with knots, bows, and a stove others consider masterful.
Archery
Hunting
Tracking
Cooking
Crafting
Fletching
Equipment: The little Nachansky owns she carries. Her furs, her quiver, her bow, and her arrows. She has a knife, sturdy boots, and can make clothes at whim so oft does not need to repair or clean them. Her bow is yew, her knife iron, and her arrowheads (one thing she cannot make in metal herself), number twelve and are steel. She has to retrieve them and remake arrow shafts or buy new ones.
3246
People complain that times are hard. They are not. People wish they had more than they have. They will never be happy. People want only what people tell them to want, and jealousy…want and greed; they do all the hurt. Do you know what I want? Food. Warmth. Friends. Not much to ask, is it?
Life took them all away. War took my father. Arrow to the knee. Cold took my mother, icicle to the heart – she said it was ‘metaphorical’. Being alone makes me weak. Now, though, I am not. They are the low people, but they need me. I need them. We need each other. I am low too. Together we raise up, above the ruins. Snow. Sun. Rain. Whatever happens in Corone, in Radasanth, in the world; we have a bond.
I come from the wilds. Whatever place I came from true, it matters not. They educate me now but I rebel inside. I will help them find the same home I have found. The open road, the tavern, and the she seller and ‘gentleman’ are a wagon in which I travel to other places. Maybe, just maybe we can live together for long. However, they have to come to the snow, the tree, and the wilds. It is my way. It is the way.
Name: Nachansky Kira
Origin: Concordia
Height: 5’
Weight: 98’
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Blue
Languages: Common, Rune
Proficiencies: Nachansky is not proficient. She never will be. Where she comes from, skill is not measurable. Talent is not perceivable. People simply do what they need to do to survive. They do what they do to get by and keep going. That said, it is through these socially marked skills that Nachansky has become known as the Cub. Each of the below skills has a fixed level of average, becoming more proficient the greater the need for her to do things and, in turn, to survive. When pressured, endangered, fatigued, or scared: she can do things with knots, bows, and a stove others consider masterful.
Archery
Hunting
Tracking
Cooking
Crafting
Fletching
Equipment: The little Nachansky owns she carries. Her furs, her quiver, her bow, and her arrows. She has a knife, sturdy boots, and can make clothes at whim so oft does not need to repair or clean them. Her bow is yew, her knife iron, and her arrowheads (one thing she cannot make in metal herself), number twelve and are steel. She has to retrieve them and remake arrow shafts or buy new ones.