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Kochok
{ALIASES}"Bantam"
{AGE}121
{GENDER, SEXUALITY}Male, pansexual
{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}Starstrider elf, House Horizon. One half
Territok orc, which is how he was raised
{HEIGHT/BUILD}6'5", slim but strong
{OCCUPATION}Wrangler
{RESIDENCE}Thunderblack mountains in the summer, Serha plains in the winter.
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION} Tall, slender, with lines of muscle from years of hard work driving the horses behind the cattle herds, Kochok is far more delicate than anyone else in his tribe. Half-elven (or at least, as far as any of them can tell), he's all sharp angles and graceful lines. His skin is a deep grey, broken here and there by scars both purposefully made and earned through injury. His hair is a deep pitch black, which he wears long and loose or otherwise in a simple braid.
But easily the most striking feature to him is his eyes, with deep blue sclera and brighter blue irises and pupils, they look as if twin stars are staring right back at you against a dark night sky.
Like most of his tribe, he wears very simple hide pants and shoes, with leather bands around his biceps and neck for decoration. He's phenomenally proud of his scarification, and so forgoes covering himself as much as possible to better "show off" how brave he was getting them— even at as young an age as he had been at the time.
{PERSONALITY} SPUNKY; Kochok knows that he's odd. He's smaller than anyone else in his tribe, save the little ones, and certainly doesn't look a thing like his mother's people. While he hasn't been
terribly mistreated, it's made him a little keen to "prove" himself. He's snarky, quick with a barb, and when it comes to any physical scraps, he tends to go in with a lot more fire than is strictly necessary.
He has one hundred percent broken noses during his people's typical headbutt greetings.
STARVED FOR ATTENTION; It's hard not quite knowing your place in the world. Without knowing his father, and as his mother died when he was still very young— about 5 in "elf years"— he's been the ward of a string of half-siblings and nieces and nephews over the decades. At least until they each, in turn, died of old age. Being the weird kid who outlives all his relations has made him an absolute attention whore. He'll take whatever he can get, for as long as he can get. ...Which has made him a hellion in the cattle drive, but also a quite popular "on the mountainside".
He's not picky about human beings, either.
IMMATURE AS HELL; He's still really young, translating to about 20 in human years. Rash, reckless, and with a super-inflated sense of having all the time in the world.
Fun Facts!:- Hates milk. Was always encouraged by his elders to drink more of it so he could grow, but it never worked and now he's just plain sick of the stuff.
- Keeps a tiny portable shrine to his mother in his bag.
- Can speak the Trader tongue pretty well. He just chooses not to— both because it's funny watching people try and pantomime their words, and also because he feels even less "like an orc" when he does.
- idk his favorite color is green?
{SPECIAL ABILITIES}N/A
{RELATIONSHIPS}His extended family, great-great nephews and such.
His horses, the tiniest beasts in the herd— he's too small to handle the massive mounts his fullblooded brethren ride, and so they had to barter for some smaller breeds from the horsefolk in the south. They're his babies and he won't hear a word against them. B[
{HISTORY}TBD when I'm not lazy >>
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