Altani Ghoa (Ilheod Alt)
Aug 10, 2015 9:33:04 GMT -6
Post by Altani on Aug 10, 2015 9:33:04 GMT -6
Name:Altani Ghoa
Class:Lancer
Age:24
Born in:Eastern Coastal Sacae, Temulun Tribe
Appearance: :
Her most prominent feature resides in the stark silken emerald hair which hangs down past her shoulders. At twenty four she is almost a mirror image of her mother when she was similarly aged, sporting a fairly lean figure with a bit more tone than most women her age elsewhere in the world. A lifetime of training in the art of combat has given her muscles plenty of time to fully develop, leaving her at a razors edge between allure and intimidation. Her fair skinned, almost innocent looking gaze, houses a green almost the same shade as her hair. These features are all deceptive to her true nature, a graceful serene presence belittling the colder outer layer.
She is moderately developed in curvature, not exceeding the realm of norm but looking fairly womanly in her own right. While she ultimately walks the duality of delicacy and roughened edges depending on how she holds herself, her hands could tell the tale best. Skin that looks soft, is tough, often adorned with calluses in her palm from training constantly. Her grip is strong, and handshake what one might expect from a male as a result of her upbringing. -
The eyes are said to be the gateway to ones soul, and the depth of her ability to express through silent gestures and gaze is emphasized through this. Her eyes are honest ones, ultimately quick to give away as much as possible through how she might incline or furl her brow, or widen them in shock subconsciously.
Like most Sacaens, she dresses rather simply. Pale white robes with cross boxed sea green designs shaded through out signify the Temulun tribe members. These, like the others of her tribe is what she is accustomed to wearing.
There are rare occasions though when she is adorned in the armor of her mothers line; something rare to Sacaen people. Usually found wearing leather armor or staying light for mobility. The armor is forged with smithing techniques that creates lighter plating and thinner chain links. While this compromises some of the sections where traditioanl armor would shield, it offers far greater protection than fighting unarmored and barely hinders mobility, while being segmented and thus allowing for full flexibility still.
Upon the shoulders of this armor are twin tufts of orange fur like hair, dyed fur that symbolizes the mornings light. Motivation to fight to see the next day, and positioned to always be within peripheral vision so it may fulfill this role. The cape itself serves as motivation equally. Let not the blood of the past prevent the progress of the present.
Around her right thigh, she keeps a thin red band tied. Ultimately, this is a trait she learned from her father. In the event that she is wounded and it needs serious repair but is not available, she can wrap the wound tightly to maintain pressure while helping to slow blood loss.
Personality:Personality :
Altani is unable to lie. Like most Sacaen, she is honest to all, enemy and foe alike. She seldom speaks beyond necessary words however unless in the company of close friends, or members of her tribe. Many of her personality traits could be associated with what stereotypically would be a males persona. Quick to busy herself with work when lingering idle, and even quicker if the work is physically labor. Her silent nature can lean towards stoic at times, which often becomes misinterpreted as a cold personality.
In actuality she is incredibly kind, open to helping anyone if the cause is honorable or just. Here once more however she strays a bit towards personal upbringing. The Temulun tribe has a deep rooted rule of Strong shall Survive which brings her to respect strength no matter the source. Be it in will power, or physical prowess, she is not beneath acknowledging anothers strength for what it is.
Within combat she is like another entirely however. The Temulun are notorious for ferocity and a ruthless fighting style. Relentless and constantly pressing the enemy they will strike tirelessly to break down their foes through sheer asserted aggression. They are a strong people, unwilling to submit to any foe and will throw the entirety of their skill and might behind each blow. They are trained in this regard, from childhood, to fight impossible odds. They fight so that should they fall, it would be a story worthy of telling to the last. So that when they fall they have thrown the fury of the Temulun into their strikes and against their foe. If they fight with a mentality that welcomes challenge, invites death itself, they can fight without reservation or fear.
This nature also however brings about a great distaste towards those who are unwilling to help themselves. Where most would find pity in such helplessness, they find a sensation almost at contempt. The strength to persevere is one her tribe, and through them she herself, believes allows people to push to their greatest heights.
Beyond these warlike natures, she has small hobbies. A love of hunting, if not born of a slightly competitive nature to her cousins, has always brought her away from her tribe to find the biggest and toughest game. Though this also extends to fishing, looking to the sea to provide both a worthy test as well as aid her in supplying her tribe with food.
It is in these competitions that her more jovial nature is brought out. She truly enjoys herself when she is performing her best and trying her hardest. A rare side of her, but one she is willing to show if she can find cause to be tested.
Story:Story :Altani is the daughter of Chief Dodai of the Temulun Tribe, and Trishula, of the Glacial Blades mercenaries. Raised by two warriors, in a tribe that found ideals in the pillars of warrior mentality, it came as no surprise that even from a young age she was trained in many combative arts. Fighting with open palm, fighting with closed palm, arts in the blade, the talents of archery, were all ones she performed admirably within. However, even at the youngest of ages she displayed a fondness of the lance. Small training lances of wood were her toys in place of woven dolls to girls her age. This however was a norm for her entire tribe, and it would later serve to concern and confuse her just how must women of other cultures grew up.
Hunting game upon the plains, or fishing by the tides, these were her games. Again however, her fondness of the lance was prominent as she displayed a rather keen eye for harpooning as opposed to fishing by rod or net. On her own she found enjoyment enough, but it became quickly apparent that she displayed her best in competition. Her two cousins could often be found at her side, chiding or teasing her even as she teased them; the trio inseparable and constantly pushing one another to further heights.
As they grew, this would extend into contributions towards the tribe. She of-course could not let herself fall below a self-made standard. Her mother had been a dangerous mercenary, her father a great chieftain to a warrior tribe, she had expectations to make. She and her cousins would compete. Sometimes publically in the form of duels, blade to spear, while other times competing in the plains for game. The winner being the one that brought the greatest prey back to the tribe.
It came of no surprise, when this young warrior maiden was quick to take up arms in defense of her family. The Temulun Tribe were formidable fighters, many talented both in the art of lance, blade, and bow; but this did not deter enemies. Often, it served to provoke them. Brigands would attack often, and without mercy.
The first of these attacks, once she had come of age, would serve to test her mettle. Her tribes emphasis on relentlessly pressing the foe, fearlessly driving forwards; it was a glorious thing to hear preached...far harder a trait to have executed. Indeed, this first test would serve as a failure to forever haunt her in the darkest corners of her mind.
Confident and sure of herself, she had thrown herself first into the midst. A flurry of lance thrusts and stabs, killing her first few foes with surprising ease. These foes were beneath her. At-least, such thoughts began to brew within her mind as she pressed forwards. However not all these barbaric brutes were easily bested. One such was a man toting a colossal ax, wearing almost no armor save for a lone shoulder paulron and gauntlets upon his dominant arm.
Had she taken a moment to think, she might've not become so helpless. Instead, she threw herself at the man with twin spears in tow, wildly trying to bring him down. The brutes raw strength alone served her undoing, as he batted her aside as if she were a mere toy. While he advanced on her, the first vestiges of fear crept into her finally. The unbroken mind of unwavering bravado slowly shattering.
Until a green haired main danced through the horde and between the two. Her father, with spears in hand fought the monster, seeming to serve as the very embodiment of their tribes ferocity. It had been the first time she'd seen her father fight so viciously. For, when pushed to defend ones child, a parent would go to any end.
The battle was intense, and the duel lasted several agonizing moments. The man held his own remarkably well against her father, but unlike the Sacaen who fought with honor; these men fought to kill. As her father pressed the attack, another brigand swept in to strike him from behind. A devastating blow that sank deep into the side of his hip. Before the strike could fully register, her father lashed out in pain induced fury to strike the finishing blow on both the man he had been fighting, and the man who would rob him of his right leg.
Her father had fallen. Though he had not died, as his wound healed yet his legs did not they would learn of his true injury. he had lost his ability to walk with his right leg, and his left was greatly weakened. Though none would blame her, her immense guilt threatened to over-take her at the news.
Instead of wallowing however, in the despair that she knew she could have succumb to; she chose to stride into and through this suffering. Every effort, every task, every moment, she served to better herself. With her father injured, and her healthy enough to; she was elected to stand in on all events where the Temulun Chieftain would be required present at in the regards of external affairs.
Every time brigands attacked, she personally led the counter offensives. Every time other tribes would send for a meeting of chieftains, she would go. Every time the Sacaen people had need of help; she would assist them, be it within her power.
Her greatest trial, and the one that served to improve her to her greatest height, was at the City of Heroes. A city that represented the heart of Sacae as a people, it was threatened by the bandit hordes of a monster from before her time as an adult. The Temulun tribe lived north of the City of Heroes, but were close in proximity. The tribes best warriors were sent, lead by en envoy of Altani and her cousins to represent her father. Here, she fought both men of monstrous strength, and monsters of darkest nightmares.
Through many close calls however, and even more strokes of luck she and her family would see the end of the siege. This experiance, in the face of so many greater heroes however served to show her that while she had always considered herself a powerful warrior; she had so much left to learn. It was with this thought in mind, that she knew she would have to grow even stronger...for Sacae had enemies yet, that wished to bring the nomadic nation to its feet.
Class:Lancer
Age:24
Born in:Eastern Coastal Sacae, Temulun Tribe
Appearance: :
Her most prominent feature resides in the stark silken emerald hair which hangs down past her shoulders. At twenty four she is almost a mirror image of her mother when she was similarly aged, sporting a fairly lean figure with a bit more tone than most women her age elsewhere in the world. A lifetime of training in the art of combat has given her muscles plenty of time to fully develop, leaving her at a razors edge between allure and intimidation. Her fair skinned, almost innocent looking gaze, houses a green almost the same shade as her hair. These features are all deceptive to her true nature, a graceful serene presence belittling the colder outer layer.
She is moderately developed in curvature, not exceeding the realm of norm but looking fairly womanly in her own right. While she ultimately walks the duality of delicacy and roughened edges depending on how she holds herself, her hands could tell the tale best. Skin that looks soft, is tough, often adorned with calluses in her palm from training constantly. Her grip is strong, and handshake what one might expect from a male as a result of her upbringing. -
The eyes are said to be the gateway to ones soul, and the depth of her ability to express through silent gestures and gaze is emphasized through this. Her eyes are honest ones, ultimately quick to give away as much as possible through how she might incline or furl her brow, or widen them in shock subconsciously.
Like most Sacaens, she dresses rather simply. Pale white robes with cross boxed sea green designs shaded through out signify the Temulun tribe members. These, like the others of her tribe is what she is accustomed to wearing.
There are rare occasions though when she is adorned in the armor of her mothers line; something rare to Sacaen people. Usually found wearing leather armor or staying light for mobility. The armor is forged with smithing techniques that creates lighter plating and thinner chain links. While this compromises some of the sections where traditioanl armor would shield, it offers far greater protection than fighting unarmored and barely hinders mobility, while being segmented and thus allowing for full flexibility still.
Upon the shoulders of this armor are twin tufts of orange fur like hair, dyed fur that symbolizes the mornings light. Motivation to fight to see the next day, and positioned to always be within peripheral vision so it may fulfill this role. The cape itself serves as motivation equally. Let not the blood of the past prevent the progress of the present.
Around her right thigh, she keeps a thin red band tied. Ultimately, this is a trait she learned from her father. In the event that she is wounded and it needs serious repair but is not available, she can wrap the wound tightly to maintain pressure while helping to slow blood loss.
Personality:Personality :
Altani is unable to lie. Like most Sacaen, she is honest to all, enemy and foe alike. She seldom speaks beyond necessary words however unless in the company of close friends, or members of her tribe. Many of her personality traits could be associated with what stereotypically would be a males persona. Quick to busy herself with work when lingering idle, and even quicker if the work is physically labor. Her silent nature can lean towards stoic at times, which often becomes misinterpreted as a cold personality.
In actuality she is incredibly kind, open to helping anyone if the cause is honorable or just. Here once more however she strays a bit towards personal upbringing. The Temulun tribe has a deep rooted rule of Strong shall Survive which brings her to respect strength no matter the source. Be it in will power, or physical prowess, she is not beneath acknowledging anothers strength for what it is.
Within combat she is like another entirely however. The Temulun are notorious for ferocity and a ruthless fighting style. Relentless and constantly pressing the enemy they will strike tirelessly to break down their foes through sheer asserted aggression. They are a strong people, unwilling to submit to any foe and will throw the entirety of their skill and might behind each blow. They are trained in this regard, from childhood, to fight impossible odds. They fight so that should they fall, it would be a story worthy of telling to the last. So that when they fall they have thrown the fury of the Temulun into their strikes and against their foe. If they fight with a mentality that welcomes challenge, invites death itself, they can fight without reservation or fear.
This nature also however brings about a great distaste towards those who are unwilling to help themselves. Where most would find pity in such helplessness, they find a sensation almost at contempt. The strength to persevere is one her tribe, and through them she herself, believes allows people to push to their greatest heights.
Beyond these warlike natures, she has small hobbies. A love of hunting, if not born of a slightly competitive nature to her cousins, has always brought her away from her tribe to find the biggest and toughest game. Though this also extends to fishing, looking to the sea to provide both a worthy test as well as aid her in supplying her tribe with food.
It is in these competitions that her more jovial nature is brought out. She truly enjoys herself when she is performing her best and trying her hardest. A rare side of her, but one she is willing to show if she can find cause to be tested.
Story:Story :Altani is the daughter of Chief Dodai of the Temulun Tribe, and Trishula, of the Glacial Blades mercenaries. Raised by two warriors, in a tribe that found ideals in the pillars of warrior mentality, it came as no surprise that even from a young age she was trained in many combative arts. Fighting with open palm, fighting with closed palm, arts in the blade, the talents of archery, were all ones she performed admirably within. However, even at the youngest of ages she displayed a fondness of the lance. Small training lances of wood were her toys in place of woven dolls to girls her age. This however was a norm for her entire tribe, and it would later serve to concern and confuse her just how must women of other cultures grew up.
Hunting game upon the plains, or fishing by the tides, these were her games. Again however, her fondness of the lance was prominent as she displayed a rather keen eye for harpooning as opposed to fishing by rod or net. On her own she found enjoyment enough, but it became quickly apparent that she displayed her best in competition. Her two cousins could often be found at her side, chiding or teasing her even as she teased them; the trio inseparable and constantly pushing one another to further heights.
As they grew, this would extend into contributions towards the tribe. She of-course could not let herself fall below a self-made standard. Her mother had been a dangerous mercenary, her father a great chieftain to a warrior tribe, she had expectations to make. She and her cousins would compete. Sometimes publically in the form of duels, blade to spear, while other times competing in the plains for game. The winner being the one that brought the greatest prey back to the tribe.
It came of no surprise, when this young warrior maiden was quick to take up arms in defense of her family. The Temulun Tribe were formidable fighters, many talented both in the art of lance, blade, and bow; but this did not deter enemies. Often, it served to provoke them. Brigands would attack often, and without mercy.
The first of these attacks, once she had come of age, would serve to test her mettle. Her tribes emphasis on relentlessly pressing the foe, fearlessly driving forwards; it was a glorious thing to hear preached...far harder a trait to have executed. Indeed, this first test would serve as a failure to forever haunt her in the darkest corners of her mind.
Confident and sure of herself, she had thrown herself first into the midst. A flurry of lance thrusts and stabs, killing her first few foes with surprising ease. These foes were beneath her. At-least, such thoughts began to brew within her mind as she pressed forwards. However not all these barbaric brutes were easily bested. One such was a man toting a colossal ax, wearing almost no armor save for a lone shoulder paulron and gauntlets upon his dominant arm.
Had she taken a moment to think, she might've not become so helpless. Instead, she threw herself at the man with twin spears in tow, wildly trying to bring him down. The brutes raw strength alone served her undoing, as he batted her aside as if she were a mere toy. While he advanced on her, the first vestiges of fear crept into her finally. The unbroken mind of unwavering bravado slowly shattering.
Until a green haired main danced through the horde and between the two. Her father, with spears in hand fought the monster, seeming to serve as the very embodiment of their tribes ferocity. It had been the first time she'd seen her father fight so viciously. For, when pushed to defend ones child, a parent would go to any end.
The battle was intense, and the duel lasted several agonizing moments. The man held his own remarkably well against her father, but unlike the Sacaen who fought with honor; these men fought to kill. As her father pressed the attack, another brigand swept in to strike him from behind. A devastating blow that sank deep into the side of his hip. Before the strike could fully register, her father lashed out in pain induced fury to strike the finishing blow on both the man he had been fighting, and the man who would rob him of his right leg.
Her father had fallen. Though he had not died, as his wound healed yet his legs did not they would learn of his true injury. he had lost his ability to walk with his right leg, and his left was greatly weakened. Though none would blame her, her immense guilt threatened to over-take her at the news.
Instead of wallowing however, in the despair that she knew she could have succumb to; she chose to stride into and through this suffering. Every effort, every task, every moment, she served to better herself. With her father injured, and her healthy enough to; she was elected to stand in on all events where the Temulun Chieftain would be required present at in the regards of external affairs.
Every time brigands attacked, she personally led the counter offensives. Every time other tribes would send for a meeting of chieftains, she would go. Every time the Sacaen people had need of help; she would assist them, be it within her power.
Her greatest trial, and the one that served to improve her to her greatest height, was at the City of Heroes. A city that represented the heart of Sacae as a people, it was threatened by the bandit hordes of a monster from before her time as an adult. The Temulun tribe lived north of the City of Heroes, but were close in proximity. The tribes best warriors were sent, lead by en envoy of Altani and her cousins to represent her father. Here, she fought both men of monstrous strength, and monsters of darkest nightmares.
Through many close calls however, and even more strokes of luck she and her family would see the end of the siege. This experiance, in the face of so many greater heroes however served to show her that while she had always considered herself a powerful warrior; she had so much left to learn. It was with this thought in mind, that she knew she would have to grow even stronger...for Sacae had enemies yet, that wished to bring the nomadic nation to its feet.
