Post by Oroan on Dec 8, 2011 23:28:40 GMT -5
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I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES, THOSE HURT FEELINGS
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Oroan is a slightly uncommon Male of the species Camureal and has lived for 543 years. His affinities are Cosmic and the other is currently unknown; he is a drifter.
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MY BIGGEST FEAR IS OF OCEANS MADE OF TEARS
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Oroan sees himself as something of a wandering scholar. His vagabond nature is of his own choice rather than having no real place he could have called home. He is fascinated by the world and those in it. Part of this is due to his survival instincts. He feels that the more he knows about the world, the better he can adapt to a situation, though over time it has developed into plain curiosity as well.
Due to his travels he has become fluent in both Kleten and Corinth. He speaks passable Criten and can understand the basic meanings of Kinder communication, allowing him to communicate with most beings he meets to some degree and has allowed for him to gain a more open mind to most other cultures, even if he is not fond of them.
He is generally a fairly reserved person. Well-spoken and normally polite, he takes pride in his patience and observational side, and unless threatened, he will rarely become hostile to anyone, even the Heilig Kinder, though his instinctive aggressiveness toward them is barely controlled, and the slightest unpleasantness from one of them toward him will often spark a violent reaction.
Oroan is very fond of literature and when he has the chance to read something new, his personality takes on a more uplifted aspect, in the world of a book he can be at peace, cut off from the world and it's problems for a short time.
When angered he is typical of his species in his fierce nature, though he is still calm and calculating, there is an unmistakable viciousness in his actions and no hint of mercy in his eyes, if drawn into battle, he fights to kill with no compromises.
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HOW COLD COULD YOU BE AND WHAT WOULD YOU DO
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At a glance, Oroan doesn't seem terribly imposing. His light build and the fact that aside from some reptilian traits, he would seem mostly human makes it so many do not see him as much of a threat. He lacks the claws that many of his kind are known for, though his fingers and toes end in very strong, sharp nails. Standing at six feet, he doesn't really stand above a crowd by too much, making it easy to let himself be lost in a crowd.
While slightly reptilian, he does have hair, It is long and has a dark grey color. It is always tied back, often not visible at all when his hood is up.
Though he does have the demonic appearance of his race, there is something more approachable about Oroan. part of it is his manner and bearing, but he also has a very expressive face which is normally in an expression of respectful curiosity. His eyes are slitted like a reptile's, not surprising considering his other features, though they have a calculating look in them, there is also something of a softness there.
He is rarely clad in anything other than his traveling cloths, a loose brown robe with baggy pants. The robe is held closed by a long white sash while his fores and legs are covered in wrappings. Over his robe he wears a dark grey cloak, the hood is normally up over his head.
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WHEN OUR MINDS ARE SHARP AND TEETH ARE CLEAN
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Having been alive for almost five and a half centuries, Oroan's full tale would be far to long to hit every moment of his life. However, there is a story to tell. He was brought into this world as any other member of his race, and while he knew little of his parents, they did raise him long enough for him to learn how to survive without any more help. They had not been heartless, but he was born as a result of a casual encounter, not any real passion.
He was only ten years old when left on his own, though his survival skills that he had been taught served him well. In his first hundred years of life, he was as stereotypical as a common member of his race could be. Apathetic, vicious, and almost feral; it seemed that he would live a life of obscurity.
Due to the changes in the weather through the seasons, Oroan took to migrating with the animals he hunted, not to mention his reptilian nature would send him into hibernation during cold weather, something he felt would leave him far too vulnerable. During his travels he ran across members of other species, though he was always leery and rarely interacted with them. Despite living during the age of tech, Oroan always stayed away from the larger more developed places preferring a more simple life.
Though he was often wary of other sentient beings he met, only few encounters had been hostile, by the time he was reaching his hundredth year, he came to the aid of another person for the first time in his life. A man and his family had been traveling through the woods where Oroan currently occupied, he and his family being chased by a pack of wolves. If it had just been the man and his wife, Oroan would likely had not intervened, but they had a child with them. The only act of kindness he had known was being raised and taught to survive, and seeing a child who never had the chance to learn to defend itself being slain was something he didn't care to see.
The battle was fast and savage, at the end Oroan proved the deadly efficiency of an intelligence, sentient being that accepted it's predatory nature. There was no contest.
The man and his wife were extremely grateful and when they were back at their encampment, they were able to have Oroan be greeting kindly by the small group of wandering traders. After being treated to dinner, Oroan was shown around. His curiosity kept him there and when he found that one of the people n the group had a small library, his interest was apparent. He had learned how to read over the course of his life, though he never had the chance to do so as a form of recreation.
Asking if they didn't mind if he borrowed a couple of the books, he was invited to stay for the next few evenings. He accepted the offer as he knew it meant a warm place to sleep and a few days of easy living where he could relax and enjoy himself. While not overly social, he understood that as a guest he needed to be polite and interact with the people there.
This was well received and a few days turned into a few weeks, then months, and before long he was traveling with the caravan working as one of it's guards, though he preferred his bare hands and fangs instead of the weapons used by his companions. He would still often hunt to keep from losing his edge, his years of learning to keep an eye out for the weather patterns also proved valuable along with his travel experience, gaining him the additional position as an adviser to the caravan's travel schedule. Though the caravan was very modern, he still had limited experience with anything outside of the more primal ways of life, still not growing comfortable with such things.
During his travels with the caravan, he became more aware of the world around him, learning how to speak different languages and to work with different customs as to not offend those he met. He was learning that in many ways, life was more enjoyable with company and variety. During the fall of the age of tech, Oroan and his companions stayed out of the who affair, they were not a group that could alter history and saw only the need to survive.
He also became more aware of magic, and over time wondered what his own affinity might be. This took years of study though he eventually learned how to tap into his own potential and he became aware that he could track down other people or things by going into a trance, along with being able to gain further insight into a matter by impressions he gained from focusing on a crystal that had been given to him as a gift by one of the caravan members.
With further study he learned that he was in tune with the cosmic end of the magical nature of this world. Aside from his studies and training, the next two hundred years passed without any real incident. He felt he truly belong and over the years became involved with many of the women in the caravan, though he never father a child.
By the time he became fully in tune with his affinity, Oroan had reached his three hundredth year on this world. Feeling it was time for him to move on, he took care to train those of the caravan how to navigate like he did and what to watch out for, giving them a journal the would guide them and future generations, he left these people who were the descendants of the original group he met, though it was with fondness and not a true goodbye as he did maintain contact.
Though during these next hundred years the majority of what he did was travel and learn, studying anything he could of the world's past While he found many interesting things, he never felt a real sense of accomplishment. Those many years ago he vowed to find a place in the world, to make his life worthwhile for the sake of understanding that his very life was a rare gift and not to be wasted.
And to this day he has still be trying to find a way to realize this goal, though even with his ability to divine insight, he still must continue his search, though he feels that with a potentially much longer lifespan, he has no need to rush.
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JUST DO THIS THING FOR ME AND I'LL SAY GOODBYE
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Family
Father: Azreal
Mother: Incantus
Adopted family; Members of merchant caravan.
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