Saffron
Jan 22, 2018 0:32:30 GMT -6
Post by Saffron on Jan 22, 2018 0:32:30 GMT -6
Name: Saffron
Class: Myrmidon
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 18
Born in: Sacae
Appearance:
Saffron is overall a handsome man, who gives off a odd air of mystery that makes his prominent features even more apparent to the average observer. He is 18 years of age and stands at 5’08”, weighing in at only 170 lbs. He has feminine qualities to his looks that gives him a much softer feel than most men, but a smooth, deep voice that comes out with a light accent.
Firstly, his long hair is a bright cyan, its silky strands falling gracefully down to his calves. The light hair blows easily with the slightest wind, and takes on a brilliant sheen when sunlight hits it just the right way. He obviously isn’t concerned about the risk of having such long, well kept hair. He simply likes it at this length, and does little to it to contain the straight strands. He gives his hair a little bit of character and a small measure of control by binding it with 3 fabric strips, two acting as long bangs pulled to either side of his face, and one tying off at close to the bottom of his hair. Though not used for the same reason as the other white straps, he keeps a soft white headband tied across his forehead, just above his eyebrows.
His face is soft, full of fine curves and edges that show his physical maturity and gender rather clearly to a onlooker if they bother to check. His nose is small and curved at the tip, yet not pointy like his Nana’s nose. His lips are full and usually relaxed in a neutral frown, his cheeks lacking baby fat, but still soft in apparence. His eyes are always half open, his empty grey eyes peering out emotionlessly into nothing, with long, thick black lashes that frames his eyes with a heavier tone than what's normal for men. His eyebrows are two small cyan dots, and his rounded ears are always hidden behind a cloak of hair. Also unseen is the small skull earrings that he was given by his Nana at a young age, fashioned from the skulls of mice.
His skin is light, only slightly colored with a golden hue. His body is lithe and muscular under his loose clothing and armor, built from years of training with a sword and doing tasks for his Nana. His arms are long and his shoulders are low set, his abdomen slim and defined, his legs are long and his calves powerful, a body overall built more for speed than power. The clothes he chooses to wear make him seem far more unassuming in body, loose fitting fabric hiding his muscles, sleeves that made his shoulders less broad and give a extra kick to his slim appearance. He wore a simple white turtleneck shirt underneath and off white baggy kimono top, the sleeves of his kimono tucked into white fingerless gloves. His pants were a simple grey and is just as baggy as his top, the pants are tucked into calf high boots that stop at just below his knee.
Over his clothing he wears a Black and grey breastplate, with similar colored pauldrons on his shoulders. He wears a black multi strap belt that holds the sheath to his simple Iron Katana. It also has straps holding a flask of water, multiple packs of standard survival equipment, and a pouch with is salve making equipment. His boots are white in body, with a grey metal heel and trim at the tip of the toe, at the shin of the boots is a metal plate that acts as a small shin guard.
Personality: Saffron is a oddity, a strange and unassuming man who doesn’t seem to fit into any crowd that he walks with. There something incredibly off about the way he speaks, the way he acts, and it would take quite the person to truly appreciate this man instead of shun him for is strange behavior.
Saffron is a very simple man, composed of the most basic emotions that don’t even qualify for ‘fully functional’. He does things based on these simple feelings, If he is hungry he eats, if he is in pain he tries to get away from what's causing it. He is very easy to please, being happy at simply being given anything, no matter what it is. He love random trinkets and odd thingamabobs, like his skull earrings and random shiny stones, colorful flowers and fine smelling oils.
He doesn’t get angry, the feeling of rage a foreign emotion to his own spectrum, he doesn’t feel the need to harm others just because they harm him, or to chase down foes that he had let live or have defeated him previously. Nor does he properly feel fear, he does not fear for his own life, death being a simple part of natural existence. What he does fear is seeing the things that he loves taken away from him forever, his attachment to his precious things/people is the only thing he tries to protect. And if he can’t protect them, he settles for a feeling of mild sadness that never truly lasts long. In the face of his own death, the only thing he may feel is a regret of not fulling any promises that he may have made, or that how his precious ones would be saddened by his death.
He way of socializing is definitely not the norm, when he talks to people, he always looks them directly in the eyes, never breaking contact as long as he is still addressing someone or being addressed. His beautiful face is always set in a passive stare, his expressions relaxed unless he is truly befuddled by the actions of the world around him. He never speaks a lie, never sugarcoats the words he says, to the point where he can be insulting with his bluntness, and doesn’t know the first thing about reading an atmosphere. He takes everything he’s told literally, so 90% of jokes and quips are lost to the man. He generally treats everyone the exact same way, not really seeing the difference between people of different lands, status or really anything that can talk.
Normally, he views everyone in a neutral light first and foremost, then based on how much their actions please him, he starts to become more pliant. Unquestionably following any suggestions the person he likes makes with no doubts, he will follow people he likes around like a lost puppy so long as they don’t tell him to go away. If he doesn’t find any pleasure in being around another or someone tells him to leave, he just leaves that instant. No waiting or begging to be around, just leaving feeling mildly sad. As it is, Saffron is very open-minded and always has a open heart to anyone. He accepts everything that is thrown at him and never really fusses over anything unnecessarily.
History: Saffron grew up in the lower mountains of Sacae, living in a small shack hidden amongst the towering walls of earth, surrounded by small garden. A small enclave surrounded on all sides by cliff faces, out of the way of nearly all commonly traveled paths and a generally unknown area to the outside populace. Saffron spent most of his childhood in this area, isolated from all human contact besides his old Nana, who wasn't normal by any since of the word.
I mean, if you called a old lady who laughs sound like nails on a blackboard and dances around stones with animal skulls on them normal, flinging around dirt and speaking in broken common. He loved his Nana in all of her weirdness, even if he was treated more like a tool than a real person. It's no wonder why his own views are so screwed, she never really taught him about the outside world. Not about the land they lived in or the constant battles that happen in the mountains they lived. She was illiterate herself, so the boy was destined to be unable to read in his youth, and since her own common was so broken, he speech was terrible and pretty much undecipherable to anyone who listened to him.
Yes, all of his life spent under his Nana’s rule was generally a time of confusion for the boy. He always had so many questions and wonders about the world around him, but she never told him anything. Prefering to keep him naive and obedient, unknowing of the good or bad of the things he quietly carries out for her. Her praise was not a rare treat, she awarded his behavior with warm food and clothes, pats on the head, and new trinkets she’d let him call his own. Reinforcing his actions with good things he enjoys, a simply way of training anything with a brain. She’d make him do tasks, such as tending to the garden or catching any small critters that make it into their area. It was never anything grand, since he couldn’t really fight as a child and wasn’t stealthy or aware enough to go beyond the closed of area without attracting unnecessary attention.
It wasn’t until he was a teen when he first ventured outside of his home, his Nana finally deeming him old enough to learn how to hunt bigger game for her, and to be obscure enough to not get caught by the average brigand or traveler. It was also close to this time that he had his first human interaction that was not his Nana. During on of his hunts, he stumbled across an injured traveler, a middle aged swordsman who had just fought off a small group of brigands, and apparently the only survivor of two. At first the boy was confused at what he was, having never seen a grown man before, but he recognized how similar he was to himself and his Nana that he figured he was a human. He didn’t really know what to do with him, he wasn’t an animal he was tasked to hunt, so he had no reason to try to kill him.
But he was also injured, and had that strange clothes on that looked heavy and hard. He also had a big knife, which he didn't recognize as a sword at the time. He knows his Nana told him not to be seen or approach any other humans, but he found himself too curious to not approach the man. So he went to him, not registering the man drawing his sword and saying something he didn’t understand as hostile. Instead, he reached for a small container that held a salve made from medical herbs he harvested, and offered it to the man like he would his Nana. The Swordsman had relaxed his guard a tad when he noticed that it was only a young teen that had appeared out of the high grass and rocks of the surrounding area. But still eyed his knife and container suspiciously, expecting someone else to be accompanying the boy.
It took a while of blank staring, but eventually the man took the salve and identified it for what it was, appreciating having something to treat his wounds that while not life threatening, where hindering him greatly. He’d lost all curatives he previously had, so even if it was from an odd teen, he’d take what he can get. At points, the man tried to speak to the 13 year old, but quickly realized that the child could barely understand him. Only getting confused stares and curious looks as the child observed him in awe. Of course the man picked up that the kid wasn’t used to other people, he looked native to the parts, but his language is all screwy and he doesn't seem to have the common sense to not approach an armed, bloodied man.
Out of curiosity, the man drew his sword and tapped the top of the kids head with the flat side, trying to get a reaction out of Saffron. The teen just blinked when it hit him, surprised at the weight of the metal since it looked so light in the taller’s hand. It also was enough for the man to decide he was either really sheltered or just stupid, and that he probably shouldn't be wondering out in the wilderness alone. Just as he decided this, Saffron decided that he spent enough time looking at the tall person and had to go back home to his Nana. So when the teen turned to just leave, he jumped when the man clamped his hand over his shoulder. The man said something about where he was going or where he was from, but the teen didn’t really catch all of it.
So he shook his head and slipped out of the man's grip, the action causing one of his bangs to flip over his shoulder, also revealing the tiny skull that dangled from his ear. This caused the man to freeze, cause what Saffron didn’t know, was that his Nana used to be a notorious woman in her youth, a Cyan beauty who lured men in with kind words and promises, then killed them for their skulls. She was known for the skulls she wears on her ears, neck, and hips. It just so happens to be that Saffron is the splitting image of his Nana in his youth, and bares her specific type of skull earrings. Not many people would recognize her image, since she’s been gone for 25ish years.
But it just so happens that this Man has some real beef with his Nana. Cause he froze up when he recognized him as Nana’s Spawn, giving Saffron enough time to disappear into the wilderness and run back home. The boy put the odd event that day out of his mind and continued on as usual, while the man did anything but put this out of his mind and continued to search for the teen afterwards. Of course his Nana found out about what happened after awhile, and she was the most furious he’d seen in his life (not a high bar since he’s never seen her mad). He has immediately punished and forbidden to leave the house for months.
Not that that mattered to much, since it was within those few months that the man had finally managed to find out where they hid at. Since he had been able to spot the teen a few times before he was put on house arrest, he was able to get a general grasp on where he lived. He didn't come alone, and since Saffron was locked in his room at the time, he could do much but wonder what was going on while they attacked. Despite once being a powerful Shaman in her youth, his Nana was very old and frail in body, and there wasn’t much she could still do against a group of younger, trained warriors.
Saffron didn't know what to feel, when the door to his roomed was broken down suddenly. He didn't fight when the man he recognized from before had took his arm, pulling the confused boy up and dragging him into the now damaged and broken home. He never saw his Nana’s body, they hadn't let him see her corpse when the took him outside. So he was just clueless as to why they was there, where they was taking him, why he felt a pain in his chest, and why he couldn't go back to his Nana. It took him awhile to register that she most likely dead, and that he couldn't simply go home.
The group had taken him with them, bringing him to one of the villages in the prairies, away from the dangerous mountains and into a people filled area that he’s never been to. He had a hard time adjusting to this new life, he was so ignorant to so many concepts, that he could barely function with his peer group. The first issue was his speech, which had to be corrected slowly so that he can actually communicate with others. The next was simply him learning all of the basic knowledge he should have know at his age. What the difference between genders was, how to refer to people, what buildings were called, what a sword is, just everything.
It was a very slow process to educate him from being a simple tool to a almost self conscious human. But in the end, he never really broken out of his mentality, he just knew a little more of the world now, even if he didn’t really understand it. Yes, his new life was a confusing one for the young man, and it stayed that way for the coming years.
It was when he was a teenager that the man had finally learned of the art of swordplay. The odd teen taken to spending time watching the swordsmen of the village spar and train. He had never really seen fighting up close, he has heard the drums of battle from afar, but never seen the way that two men can dance so deadly, so gracefully with the sharp blades they wield. At this point of his life, he had gotten used to being a useful hand, helping in hunts, tending to harvests, cooking and cleaning for whoever requires his aid. But he had never been considered to the war effort, never aiding in battles against foes of all kinds. He had been taught about weapons and their purpose at this point, so he at least new that much.
Something about the sword seemed to draw him in, the way its used, the many styles one can go into with it. He felt a longing to have one of his own, a rare urge for the teenager. So he asked one of the swordsmen he regularly aids as a hand if he can learn how to use one. It wasn’t a fast decision, but eventually the man started to teach Saffron how to actually defend himself. Making him learn the very basics of fighting unarmed before putting anything not a knife in his hands.
That's pretty much how his life continued from that point on, slowly learning more about the world around him while training his swordsmanship until he could properly defend himself and others. It wasn't the easiest ride, since he had to get used to pain and the problems his hair can cause during battle. But once he finally had his own sword, he called it Fennel, and proceed to talk to it everyday. That didn’t necessarily help his image at all, but at least he’s happy. It wasn’t until he was finally almost 18 when he decided that he wanted to see what the other parts of this world was like. He had seen the maps that some have of this continent, and he was very startled to realize that his world was much, much smaller than that real one.
So why not do some traveling then? He was far to curious about what the rest of the nations looked like compared to Sacae, if other villages where as big as this one or if they had different weapons then the simple one he finds around here. So with that decided, he packed up what little that he had and left without telling anyone he was leaving...oops?
NPC fight: The sun was burning bright over the village today, casting its rays down on the place that he has come to know as his new safe haven. The grass was slightly flattened around him, from a day of booted feet stamping on them as the owner skid across the ground. A soft breeze blew through the open field, rustling the still standing grass and the cyan hair as the young man slowly pushed himself up. Grey eyes with a tint of exhaustion glanced up at the other man across the clearing, who stood tall with his back against the sky, sword held steady in his gloved hands. He looked down on the younger man with a frown on his scuffled face, taking the time to run his hand against his graying hair.
“Come on now, Saffron. I know you can last longer than this. Where is all of that training you’ve put yourself through at?”
As he said this, Saffron clenched Fennel tighter in his hand, spacing his legs apart and holding his katana ready. He focused on his Master as the man fell into a stance similar to his, and took a deep breath. He couldn't just run into this blind, his Master was faster, stronger, and knew all the moves he could make. All he had to do was land one hit on him, one hit and he knows his Master would be proud, and he likes making Master proud. So he needs to do this!
With as small grunt, the long haired man charged forward, his strong legs carrying his body across the grass with short pumps. His master kept his stance, not moving as the younger attempted to land a diagonal slash against his center body. With a quick move and a twist of his wrist, his Master deflected the slash away, then leaned back when Saffron turned on his foot to try to land a high kick on the side of his head. The long haired man tried again, attacking with slash at this shoulders, defected, then at his hips, deflected, then was greeted with a boot towards the head that he just barely blocked.
He stumbled back from the force of the hit anyways, then brought Fennel up to block the follow up attack. It seems that Master was tired of playing the wait and counter game, cause bow Saffron found himself trying desperately block and parry the sword slashes that he could only barely see. The difference between their power was truly staggering at times, and as he dodged to the side, easily rolling back to his feet to try to get a stab through his Master’s guard, he wondered if he would ever reach such levels of mastery.
He found himself being backed up, muscles straining as he held back a front slash, being pressured by both his Master’s strength and weight. Before he tilted his sword at an angle that allowed the caught blade to slide down his own, casting sparks as he step in from the small opening it created to attempt to knee his master in the gut. And for once in his years of training, he finally manage to make unguarded contact with his Master, even if it was just a touch before his body moved out of reach. The man paused for just a second, wondering if the small hit actually counted toward his goal, but during that pause he found himself lying on his back. Having been kicked in his own gut once he got distracted.
The pretty man blinked uselessly at the sky, the sun's light making his eyes hurt as he wonders if he just lost this match, he shook his head lightly, causing his tied bangs to flop against the ground. He really hopes he didn’t screw up, he didn't want Master to be mad, he doesn’t like making Master mad. He propped himself on his elbows as his Master started to approach him, his sword sliding into its sheath silently as the fur covered warrior looked down on his student.
“Get up Saffron. Where done for today.”
The younger followed his orders, slowly getting to his feet, wincing slightly at the soreness of his body. He sheathed Fennel and looked upon his master, a small frown on his face.
“Have I failed, Master?”
His Master looked at him for a moment, the younger matching his gaze firmly with his own tired one. He keeps up a second longer before sighing, turning around while shaking his head.
“Come on Saffron.”
The man followed wordlessly, walking a step behind and to the left side of his master. He didn’t feel to good, he doesn't like failing Master, hopefully he’ll get another chance soon, next time he would land a full hit just like Master told him too!
PC fight: Saffron tilted head, his colorless eyes eyeing the armed man before him. He kept his gloved hand on his sheathed sword, the other holding the sheath itself steady in preparation of drawing his blade. The man before him wore light arm much like him, but it appears as if his arm is also covered with armor that seems to end in a shield. The cyan haired man has never seen something like that before, was it as practical as it looked? Did it weigh him down and make him unable to wield a sword in that hand? He could only assume at this point, since this is his first time seeing a mercenary. Truly a shame, since his first encounter had to be a battle as well, he had no idea how these kind of people battle, so had no clue what to prepare himself for.
The Witch’s spawn readied himself to draw his weapon once the other man started to charge, his large sword held ready to be brought down on top of the shorter man. Inwardly he decided that he would simply have to be fast and flexible, dodge when he can and counter when its optimal. That was his best bet, and as the mercenary brought his sword down on him, instead of attempting to block the powerful blow, he rolled to the side, letting the man’s blade hit nothing but air. He rolled to his feet easily, thanks to having more than enough experience on being sent flying.
With the advantage provided by this opening, Saffron finally drew Fennel and attempted to slash at the man, hoping that his roll was enough to allow him to get at least one attack. Unless the man was able to see through it and was faster than he expected, he did have that shield arm after all, so maybe this side wasn’t going to be as unguarded as her originally thought. Of course, it seems the man was prepared for that attack attempt, as he shield arm was up and positioned to block his sword swing. Had this been a set up? Has this man fought others that uses his Master’s style? He pondered these thoughts as he back stepped out of the other’s next attack, just barely being grazed by the other’s blade.
He held his sword ready and took a deep breath, this was going to be a hard one. He was sure of it.
(Wrote it as if the other PC had the plan of attacking first to prompt a dodge, then using their shield to block the counter so they could hopefully knock him back and leave him open for a proper attack.)
Other Random Notes:
-I hope to have him develop a better understanding on the nature of people through rp. He’s very slow to process.
such things, so having more experiences with different personalities will be great.
-He is very much Poly, he loves easily and indiscriminately. May come back to bite him in the butt one day.
-Gonna name every weapon he gets, gonna give them some personality! (Even if it's all in his head)
-No voice claims or theme songs, nothing fitting found yet :/
Class: Myrmidon
Dragon Element: N/A
Age: 18
Born in: Sacae
Appearance:
{Images of Saffron}
Saffron is overall a handsome man, who gives off a odd air of mystery that makes his prominent features even more apparent to the average observer. He is 18 years of age and stands at 5’08”, weighing in at only 170 lbs. He has feminine qualities to his looks that gives him a much softer feel than most men, but a smooth, deep voice that comes out with a light accent.
Firstly, his long hair is a bright cyan, its silky strands falling gracefully down to his calves. The light hair blows easily with the slightest wind, and takes on a brilliant sheen when sunlight hits it just the right way. He obviously isn’t concerned about the risk of having such long, well kept hair. He simply likes it at this length, and does little to it to contain the straight strands. He gives his hair a little bit of character and a small measure of control by binding it with 3 fabric strips, two acting as long bangs pulled to either side of his face, and one tying off at close to the bottom of his hair. Though not used for the same reason as the other white straps, he keeps a soft white headband tied across his forehead, just above his eyebrows.
His face is soft, full of fine curves and edges that show his physical maturity and gender rather clearly to a onlooker if they bother to check. His nose is small and curved at the tip, yet not pointy like his Nana’s nose. His lips are full and usually relaxed in a neutral frown, his cheeks lacking baby fat, but still soft in apparence. His eyes are always half open, his empty grey eyes peering out emotionlessly into nothing, with long, thick black lashes that frames his eyes with a heavier tone than what's normal for men. His eyebrows are two small cyan dots, and his rounded ears are always hidden behind a cloak of hair. Also unseen is the small skull earrings that he was given by his Nana at a young age, fashioned from the skulls of mice.
His skin is light, only slightly colored with a golden hue. His body is lithe and muscular under his loose clothing and armor, built from years of training with a sword and doing tasks for his Nana. His arms are long and his shoulders are low set, his abdomen slim and defined, his legs are long and his calves powerful, a body overall built more for speed than power. The clothes he chooses to wear make him seem far more unassuming in body, loose fitting fabric hiding his muscles, sleeves that made his shoulders less broad and give a extra kick to his slim appearance. He wore a simple white turtleneck shirt underneath and off white baggy kimono top, the sleeves of his kimono tucked into white fingerless gloves. His pants were a simple grey and is just as baggy as his top, the pants are tucked into calf high boots that stop at just below his knee.
Over his clothing he wears a Black and grey breastplate, with similar colored pauldrons on his shoulders. He wears a black multi strap belt that holds the sheath to his simple Iron Katana. It also has straps holding a flask of water, multiple packs of standard survival equipment, and a pouch with is salve making equipment. His boots are white in body, with a grey metal heel and trim at the tip of the toe, at the shin of the boots is a metal plate that acts as a small shin guard.
Personality: Saffron is a oddity, a strange and unassuming man who doesn’t seem to fit into any crowd that he walks with. There something incredibly off about the way he speaks, the way he acts, and it would take quite the person to truly appreciate this man instead of shun him for is strange behavior.
Saffron is a very simple man, composed of the most basic emotions that don’t even qualify for ‘fully functional’. He does things based on these simple feelings, If he is hungry he eats, if he is in pain he tries to get away from what's causing it. He is very easy to please, being happy at simply being given anything, no matter what it is. He love random trinkets and odd thingamabobs, like his skull earrings and random shiny stones, colorful flowers and fine smelling oils.
He doesn’t get angry, the feeling of rage a foreign emotion to his own spectrum, he doesn’t feel the need to harm others just because they harm him, or to chase down foes that he had let live or have defeated him previously. Nor does he properly feel fear, he does not fear for his own life, death being a simple part of natural existence. What he does fear is seeing the things that he loves taken away from him forever, his attachment to his precious things/people is the only thing he tries to protect. And if he can’t protect them, he settles for a feeling of mild sadness that never truly lasts long. In the face of his own death, the only thing he may feel is a regret of not fulling any promises that he may have made, or that how his precious ones would be saddened by his death.
He way of socializing is definitely not the norm, when he talks to people, he always looks them directly in the eyes, never breaking contact as long as he is still addressing someone or being addressed. His beautiful face is always set in a passive stare, his expressions relaxed unless he is truly befuddled by the actions of the world around him. He never speaks a lie, never sugarcoats the words he says, to the point where he can be insulting with his bluntness, and doesn’t know the first thing about reading an atmosphere. He takes everything he’s told literally, so 90% of jokes and quips are lost to the man. He generally treats everyone the exact same way, not really seeing the difference between people of different lands, status or really anything that can talk.
Normally, he views everyone in a neutral light first and foremost, then based on how much their actions please him, he starts to become more pliant. Unquestionably following any suggestions the person he likes makes with no doubts, he will follow people he likes around like a lost puppy so long as they don’t tell him to go away. If he doesn’t find any pleasure in being around another or someone tells him to leave, he just leaves that instant. No waiting or begging to be around, just leaving feeling mildly sad. As it is, Saffron is very open-minded and always has a open heart to anyone. He accepts everything that is thrown at him and never really fusses over anything unnecessarily.
History: Saffron grew up in the lower mountains of Sacae, living in a small shack hidden amongst the towering walls of earth, surrounded by small garden. A small enclave surrounded on all sides by cliff faces, out of the way of nearly all commonly traveled paths and a generally unknown area to the outside populace. Saffron spent most of his childhood in this area, isolated from all human contact besides his old Nana, who wasn't normal by any since of the word.
I mean, if you called a old lady who laughs sound like nails on a blackboard and dances around stones with animal skulls on them normal, flinging around dirt and speaking in broken common. He loved his Nana in all of her weirdness, even if he was treated more like a tool than a real person. It's no wonder why his own views are so screwed, she never really taught him about the outside world. Not about the land they lived in or the constant battles that happen in the mountains they lived. She was illiterate herself, so the boy was destined to be unable to read in his youth, and since her own common was so broken, he speech was terrible and pretty much undecipherable to anyone who listened to him.
Yes, all of his life spent under his Nana’s rule was generally a time of confusion for the boy. He always had so many questions and wonders about the world around him, but she never told him anything. Prefering to keep him naive and obedient, unknowing of the good or bad of the things he quietly carries out for her. Her praise was not a rare treat, she awarded his behavior with warm food and clothes, pats on the head, and new trinkets she’d let him call his own. Reinforcing his actions with good things he enjoys, a simply way of training anything with a brain. She’d make him do tasks, such as tending to the garden or catching any small critters that make it into their area. It was never anything grand, since he couldn’t really fight as a child and wasn’t stealthy or aware enough to go beyond the closed of area without attracting unnecessary attention.
It wasn’t until he was a teen when he first ventured outside of his home, his Nana finally deeming him old enough to learn how to hunt bigger game for her, and to be obscure enough to not get caught by the average brigand or traveler. It was also close to this time that he had his first human interaction that was not his Nana. During on of his hunts, he stumbled across an injured traveler, a middle aged swordsman who had just fought off a small group of brigands, and apparently the only survivor of two. At first the boy was confused at what he was, having never seen a grown man before, but he recognized how similar he was to himself and his Nana that he figured he was a human. He didn’t really know what to do with him, he wasn’t an animal he was tasked to hunt, so he had no reason to try to kill him.
But he was also injured, and had that strange clothes on that looked heavy and hard. He also had a big knife, which he didn't recognize as a sword at the time. He knows his Nana told him not to be seen or approach any other humans, but he found himself too curious to not approach the man. So he went to him, not registering the man drawing his sword and saying something he didn’t understand as hostile. Instead, he reached for a small container that held a salve made from medical herbs he harvested, and offered it to the man like he would his Nana. The Swordsman had relaxed his guard a tad when he noticed that it was only a young teen that had appeared out of the high grass and rocks of the surrounding area. But still eyed his knife and container suspiciously, expecting someone else to be accompanying the boy.
It took a while of blank staring, but eventually the man took the salve and identified it for what it was, appreciating having something to treat his wounds that while not life threatening, where hindering him greatly. He’d lost all curatives he previously had, so even if it was from an odd teen, he’d take what he can get. At points, the man tried to speak to the 13 year old, but quickly realized that the child could barely understand him. Only getting confused stares and curious looks as the child observed him in awe. Of course the man picked up that the kid wasn’t used to other people, he looked native to the parts, but his language is all screwy and he doesn't seem to have the common sense to not approach an armed, bloodied man.
Out of curiosity, the man drew his sword and tapped the top of the kids head with the flat side, trying to get a reaction out of Saffron. The teen just blinked when it hit him, surprised at the weight of the metal since it looked so light in the taller’s hand. It also was enough for the man to decide he was either really sheltered or just stupid, and that he probably shouldn't be wondering out in the wilderness alone. Just as he decided this, Saffron decided that he spent enough time looking at the tall person and had to go back home to his Nana. So when the teen turned to just leave, he jumped when the man clamped his hand over his shoulder. The man said something about where he was going or where he was from, but the teen didn’t really catch all of it.
So he shook his head and slipped out of the man's grip, the action causing one of his bangs to flip over his shoulder, also revealing the tiny skull that dangled from his ear. This caused the man to freeze, cause what Saffron didn’t know, was that his Nana used to be a notorious woman in her youth, a Cyan beauty who lured men in with kind words and promises, then killed them for their skulls. She was known for the skulls she wears on her ears, neck, and hips. It just so happens to be that Saffron is the splitting image of his Nana in his youth, and bares her specific type of skull earrings. Not many people would recognize her image, since she’s been gone for 25ish years.
But it just so happens that this Man has some real beef with his Nana. Cause he froze up when he recognized him as Nana’s Spawn, giving Saffron enough time to disappear into the wilderness and run back home. The boy put the odd event that day out of his mind and continued on as usual, while the man did anything but put this out of his mind and continued to search for the teen afterwards. Of course his Nana found out about what happened after awhile, and she was the most furious he’d seen in his life (not a high bar since he’s never seen her mad). He has immediately punished and forbidden to leave the house for months.
Not that that mattered to much, since it was within those few months that the man had finally managed to find out where they hid at. Since he had been able to spot the teen a few times before he was put on house arrest, he was able to get a general grasp on where he lived. He didn't come alone, and since Saffron was locked in his room at the time, he could do much but wonder what was going on while they attacked. Despite once being a powerful Shaman in her youth, his Nana was very old and frail in body, and there wasn’t much she could still do against a group of younger, trained warriors.
Saffron didn't know what to feel, when the door to his roomed was broken down suddenly. He didn't fight when the man he recognized from before had took his arm, pulling the confused boy up and dragging him into the now damaged and broken home. He never saw his Nana’s body, they hadn't let him see her corpse when the took him outside. So he was just clueless as to why they was there, where they was taking him, why he felt a pain in his chest, and why he couldn't go back to his Nana. It took him awhile to register that she most likely dead, and that he couldn't simply go home.
The group had taken him with them, bringing him to one of the villages in the prairies, away from the dangerous mountains and into a people filled area that he’s never been to. He had a hard time adjusting to this new life, he was so ignorant to so many concepts, that he could barely function with his peer group. The first issue was his speech, which had to be corrected slowly so that he can actually communicate with others. The next was simply him learning all of the basic knowledge he should have know at his age. What the difference between genders was, how to refer to people, what buildings were called, what a sword is, just everything.
It was a very slow process to educate him from being a simple tool to a almost self conscious human. But in the end, he never really broken out of his mentality, he just knew a little more of the world now, even if he didn’t really understand it. Yes, his new life was a confusing one for the young man, and it stayed that way for the coming years.
It was when he was a teenager that the man had finally learned of the art of swordplay. The odd teen taken to spending time watching the swordsmen of the village spar and train. He had never really seen fighting up close, he has heard the drums of battle from afar, but never seen the way that two men can dance so deadly, so gracefully with the sharp blades they wield. At this point of his life, he had gotten used to being a useful hand, helping in hunts, tending to harvests, cooking and cleaning for whoever requires his aid. But he had never been considered to the war effort, never aiding in battles against foes of all kinds. He had been taught about weapons and their purpose at this point, so he at least new that much.
Something about the sword seemed to draw him in, the way its used, the many styles one can go into with it. He felt a longing to have one of his own, a rare urge for the teenager. So he asked one of the swordsmen he regularly aids as a hand if he can learn how to use one. It wasn’t a fast decision, but eventually the man started to teach Saffron how to actually defend himself. Making him learn the very basics of fighting unarmed before putting anything not a knife in his hands.
That's pretty much how his life continued from that point on, slowly learning more about the world around him while training his swordsmanship until he could properly defend himself and others. It wasn't the easiest ride, since he had to get used to pain and the problems his hair can cause during battle. But once he finally had his own sword, he called it Fennel, and proceed to talk to it everyday. That didn’t necessarily help his image at all, but at least he’s happy. It wasn’t until he was finally almost 18 when he decided that he wanted to see what the other parts of this world was like. He had seen the maps that some have of this continent, and he was very startled to realize that his world was much, much smaller than that real one.
So why not do some traveling then? He was far to curious about what the rest of the nations looked like compared to Sacae, if other villages where as big as this one or if they had different weapons then the simple one he finds around here. So with that decided, he packed up what little that he had and left without telling anyone he was leaving...oops?
NPC fight: The sun was burning bright over the village today, casting its rays down on the place that he has come to know as his new safe haven. The grass was slightly flattened around him, from a day of booted feet stamping on them as the owner skid across the ground. A soft breeze blew through the open field, rustling the still standing grass and the cyan hair as the young man slowly pushed himself up. Grey eyes with a tint of exhaustion glanced up at the other man across the clearing, who stood tall with his back against the sky, sword held steady in his gloved hands. He looked down on the younger man with a frown on his scuffled face, taking the time to run his hand against his graying hair.
“Come on now, Saffron. I know you can last longer than this. Where is all of that training you’ve put yourself through at?”
As he said this, Saffron clenched Fennel tighter in his hand, spacing his legs apart and holding his katana ready. He focused on his Master as the man fell into a stance similar to his, and took a deep breath. He couldn't just run into this blind, his Master was faster, stronger, and knew all the moves he could make. All he had to do was land one hit on him, one hit and he knows his Master would be proud, and he likes making Master proud. So he needs to do this!
With as small grunt, the long haired man charged forward, his strong legs carrying his body across the grass with short pumps. His master kept his stance, not moving as the younger attempted to land a diagonal slash against his center body. With a quick move and a twist of his wrist, his Master deflected the slash away, then leaned back when Saffron turned on his foot to try to land a high kick on the side of his head. The long haired man tried again, attacking with slash at this shoulders, defected, then at his hips, deflected, then was greeted with a boot towards the head that he just barely blocked.
He stumbled back from the force of the hit anyways, then brought Fennel up to block the follow up attack. It seems that Master was tired of playing the wait and counter game, cause bow Saffron found himself trying desperately block and parry the sword slashes that he could only barely see. The difference between their power was truly staggering at times, and as he dodged to the side, easily rolling back to his feet to try to get a stab through his Master’s guard, he wondered if he would ever reach such levels of mastery.
He found himself being backed up, muscles straining as he held back a front slash, being pressured by both his Master’s strength and weight. Before he tilted his sword at an angle that allowed the caught blade to slide down his own, casting sparks as he step in from the small opening it created to attempt to knee his master in the gut. And for once in his years of training, he finally manage to make unguarded contact with his Master, even if it was just a touch before his body moved out of reach. The man paused for just a second, wondering if the small hit actually counted toward his goal, but during that pause he found himself lying on his back. Having been kicked in his own gut once he got distracted.
The pretty man blinked uselessly at the sky, the sun's light making his eyes hurt as he wonders if he just lost this match, he shook his head lightly, causing his tied bangs to flop against the ground. He really hopes he didn’t screw up, he didn't want Master to be mad, he doesn’t like making Master mad. He propped himself on his elbows as his Master started to approach him, his sword sliding into its sheath silently as the fur covered warrior looked down on his student.
“Get up Saffron. Where done for today.”
The younger followed his orders, slowly getting to his feet, wincing slightly at the soreness of his body. He sheathed Fennel and looked upon his master, a small frown on his face.
“Have I failed, Master?”
His Master looked at him for a moment, the younger matching his gaze firmly with his own tired one. He keeps up a second longer before sighing, turning around while shaking his head.
“Come on Saffron.”
The man followed wordlessly, walking a step behind and to the left side of his master. He didn’t feel to good, he doesn't like failing Master, hopefully he’ll get another chance soon, next time he would land a full hit just like Master told him too!
PC fight: Saffron tilted head, his colorless eyes eyeing the armed man before him. He kept his gloved hand on his sheathed sword, the other holding the sheath itself steady in preparation of drawing his blade. The man before him wore light arm much like him, but it appears as if his arm is also covered with armor that seems to end in a shield. The cyan haired man has never seen something like that before, was it as practical as it looked? Did it weigh him down and make him unable to wield a sword in that hand? He could only assume at this point, since this is his first time seeing a mercenary. Truly a shame, since his first encounter had to be a battle as well, he had no idea how these kind of people battle, so had no clue what to prepare himself for.
The Witch’s spawn readied himself to draw his weapon once the other man started to charge, his large sword held ready to be brought down on top of the shorter man. Inwardly he decided that he would simply have to be fast and flexible, dodge when he can and counter when its optimal. That was his best bet, and as the mercenary brought his sword down on him, instead of attempting to block the powerful blow, he rolled to the side, letting the man’s blade hit nothing but air. He rolled to his feet easily, thanks to having more than enough experience on being sent flying.
With the advantage provided by this opening, Saffron finally drew Fennel and attempted to slash at the man, hoping that his roll was enough to allow him to get at least one attack. Unless the man was able to see through it and was faster than he expected, he did have that shield arm after all, so maybe this side wasn’t going to be as unguarded as her originally thought. Of course, it seems the man was prepared for that attack attempt, as he shield arm was up and positioned to block his sword swing. Had this been a set up? Has this man fought others that uses his Master’s style? He pondered these thoughts as he back stepped out of the other’s next attack, just barely being grazed by the other’s blade.
He held his sword ready and took a deep breath, this was going to be a hard one. He was sure of it.
(Wrote it as if the other PC had the plan of attacking first to prompt a dodge, then using their shield to block the counter so they could hopefully knock him back and leave him open for a proper attack.)
Other Random Notes:
-I hope to have him develop a better understanding on the nature of people through rp. He’s very slow to process.
such things, so having more experiences with different personalities will be great.
-He is very much Poly, he loves easily and indiscriminately. May come back to bite him in the butt one day.
-Gonna name every weapon he gets, gonna give them some personality! (Even if it's all in his head)
-No voice claims or theme songs, nothing fitting found yet :/