Huacamon Axayotl
02-22-07, 01:45 AM
Name: Huacamon “Huac” Axayotl
Age: 30
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark-Brown
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 220 lbs.
Occupation: Warrior
Personality: Huac is a man of extreme respect for the Gods. Since childhood, he has had the teachings of the High Priest crammed into his head, and he has swallowed every word. As jaguar-warrior of the Axetec tribe, he is honor-bound to uphold their honor and fight anybody who disrespects or soils their name. He is a quiet man, much preferring to get things done rather than talk about it, and he is very civil to all who respond in kind. Rarely does he ever lose his composure, even in battle. It is not in this man to give up or back down from a fight; he will defend his honor and his beliefs until death, if need be.
Appearance: The warrior is a man of average height and stocky (although not fat) build. He is very muscular, evidence of an entire life of training. His skin is tanned. The irises of his eyes are black, and his hair is shoulder-length, dark brown, and somewhat messy. On an ordinary day, he wears a plain tunic and pants, usually dark green or brown in color. In special occasions, though, he will wear his cloak, a cured hide taken from a jaguar. To wear such a cloak is a great honor and a sign of respect from the High Priest himself – and, through him, a sign of respect from the Gods.
History:
The slave fell back against the cold stone table. He was naked, except for the thin ropes that bound his arms and legs. Anyone watching could see that the restraints made little difference, however. One had only to look into the man’s eyes to know that there was no hope, no life left in him. This man lived only to die.
Above him, an Axetec man stood. A jaguar-hide cloak hung over his shoulders, leaving his tanned, muscular chest bare. Dark hair framed a hard face, and black eyes stared without pity down at the prostrate man. In one strong hand was an iron knife, pitted from the blood of so many victims.
The drums began to beat out a dark, haunting rhythm, slowly at first. Huacamon looked up at High Priest Xaluin. Though his face betrayed nothing, the warrior felt the spiders of inexperience crawl in his stomach. Though he would never admit it to any man, he was nervous. The High Priest returned the stony gaze and nodded once, a silent gesture of encouragement.
The beat became slightly faster. Huac’s mind began to look back to the past of its own accord. He scarcely remembered his childhood. He was a member of the Axetec tribe of Istraloth. He had begun training at a very early age, and the first twenty-five years of his life blended together in a haze of pain and hardship. The warrior was never treated badly; far from it. His conditioning, however, required that he constantly push his body to its limits. He practiced with weapons until he nearly dropped, and he only ate and slept when it was absolutely necessary.
The tempo increased again. At the age of twenty-five, he was finally accepted as a true jaguar warrior. It was an unforgettable honor. The title was granted by the High Priest himself, whose word came directly from the Gods. To be a jaguar warrior meant that the Gods had smiled upon his pain, his prowess, his progress. Such fierce pride in oneself was a feeling like no other.
Faster, faster… the drums were beating quickly now. A few days ago, mere months after his thirtieth birthday, High Priest Xaluin had requested that he perform the ritual of sacrifice. The awe, the reverence that Huac felt at this command was unfathomable by any who had not shared the experience. Such an honor was worthy of respect from the entire Axetec tribe.
For the last time, the drums quickened. The frenzied tempo amplified the spiders in his stomach tenfold. It was almost time. Huacamon raised his arms up to the night sky, a gesture of respect and prostration before the God.
Suddenly, the drums stopped. It was time.
“Divine powers that govern us all! Accept this gift!”
The knife slammed down into the chest of the sacrifice, severing flesh, bone, and blood vessels alike. The victim spasmed once, and was still.
The ritual had commenced.
Skills
Instinct: Huac is a fighter, born and bred. He has lots of experience in training and real battle, and he has found himself able to predict some conventional attacks before his adversary makes them. He is foreign to the ways of magic and technology in battle, however, and such tactics would surely catch him off guard.
Basic weaponry: The warrior can pick up almost any traditional weapon and wield it with very basic skill. This includes swords, axes, spears, bows, and clubs.
Spear: The Axetec’s favorite weapon is the simple spear. He is well-versed in the ways of the versatile weapon, and can defeat the average fighter without great difficulty.
Attributes
Strength: After training for his entire life, his strength has grown to be quite formidable. He is slightly stronger than the average man.
Endurance: Also testimony to his training. Huacamon’s body can take significant wear and punishment before failing, a bit more than an average athletic man.
Equipment:
Spear: A plain oaken spear, five feet in length. It is as thick as a man’s wrist and has proven itself to be quite sturdy. It has no special effects.
Jaguar Mantle: A cloak made from the hide of a jaguar. It provides protection comparable to thick leather. It has no special effects.
Age: 30
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark-Brown
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 220 lbs.
Occupation: Warrior
Personality: Huac is a man of extreme respect for the Gods. Since childhood, he has had the teachings of the High Priest crammed into his head, and he has swallowed every word. As jaguar-warrior of the Axetec tribe, he is honor-bound to uphold their honor and fight anybody who disrespects or soils their name. He is a quiet man, much preferring to get things done rather than talk about it, and he is very civil to all who respond in kind. Rarely does he ever lose his composure, even in battle. It is not in this man to give up or back down from a fight; he will defend his honor and his beliefs until death, if need be.
Appearance: The warrior is a man of average height and stocky (although not fat) build. He is very muscular, evidence of an entire life of training. His skin is tanned. The irises of his eyes are black, and his hair is shoulder-length, dark brown, and somewhat messy. On an ordinary day, he wears a plain tunic and pants, usually dark green or brown in color. In special occasions, though, he will wear his cloak, a cured hide taken from a jaguar. To wear such a cloak is a great honor and a sign of respect from the High Priest himself – and, through him, a sign of respect from the Gods.
History:
The slave fell back against the cold stone table. He was naked, except for the thin ropes that bound his arms and legs. Anyone watching could see that the restraints made little difference, however. One had only to look into the man’s eyes to know that there was no hope, no life left in him. This man lived only to die.
Above him, an Axetec man stood. A jaguar-hide cloak hung over his shoulders, leaving his tanned, muscular chest bare. Dark hair framed a hard face, and black eyes stared without pity down at the prostrate man. In one strong hand was an iron knife, pitted from the blood of so many victims.
The drums began to beat out a dark, haunting rhythm, slowly at first. Huacamon looked up at High Priest Xaluin. Though his face betrayed nothing, the warrior felt the spiders of inexperience crawl in his stomach. Though he would never admit it to any man, he was nervous. The High Priest returned the stony gaze and nodded once, a silent gesture of encouragement.
The beat became slightly faster. Huac’s mind began to look back to the past of its own accord. He scarcely remembered his childhood. He was a member of the Axetec tribe of Istraloth. He had begun training at a very early age, and the first twenty-five years of his life blended together in a haze of pain and hardship. The warrior was never treated badly; far from it. His conditioning, however, required that he constantly push his body to its limits. He practiced with weapons until he nearly dropped, and he only ate and slept when it was absolutely necessary.
The tempo increased again. At the age of twenty-five, he was finally accepted as a true jaguar warrior. It was an unforgettable honor. The title was granted by the High Priest himself, whose word came directly from the Gods. To be a jaguar warrior meant that the Gods had smiled upon his pain, his prowess, his progress. Such fierce pride in oneself was a feeling like no other.
Faster, faster… the drums were beating quickly now. A few days ago, mere months after his thirtieth birthday, High Priest Xaluin had requested that he perform the ritual of sacrifice. The awe, the reverence that Huac felt at this command was unfathomable by any who had not shared the experience. Such an honor was worthy of respect from the entire Axetec tribe.
For the last time, the drums quickened. The frenzied tempo amplified the spiders in his stomach tenfold. It was almost time. Huacamon raised his arms up to the night sky, a gesture of respect and prostration before the God.
Suddenly, the drums stopped. It was time.
“Divine powers that govern us all! Accept this gift!”
The knife slammed down into the chest of the sacrifice, severing flesh, bone, and blood vessels alike. The victim spasmed once, and was still.
The ritual had commenced.
Skills
Instinct: Huac is a fighter, born and bred. He has lots of experience in training and real battle, and he has found himself able to predict some conventional attacks before his adversary makes them. He is foreign to the ways of magic and technology in battle, however, and such tactics would surely catch him off guard.
Basic weaponry: The warrior can pick up almost any traditional weapon and wield it with very basic skill. This includes swords, axes, spears, bows, and clubs.
Spear: The Axetec’s favorite weapon is the simple spear. He is well-versed in the ways of the versatile weapon, and can defeat the average fighter without great difficulty.
Attributes
Strength: After training for his entire life, his strength has grown to be quite formidable. He is slightly stronger than the average man.
Endurance: Also testimony to his training. Huacamon’s body can take significant wear and punishment before failing, a bit more than an average athletic man.
Equipment:
Spear: A plain oaken spear, five feet in length. It is as thick as a man’s wrist and has proven itself to be quite sturdy. It has no special effects.
Jaguar Mantle: A cloak made from the hide of a jaguar. It provides protection comparable to thick leather. It has no special effects.