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Matada, Kulshedra Hunter Outcast

Started by Lion, April 05, 2017, 01:19:00 AM

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Prologue
+ TRUE NAME + Matada
+ ALIAS + Indigo
+ AGE + 50 (Slightly more matured young adult)
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + The Shattered Sphere
+ BORN + Mid-Autumn
+ ORIGIN + Kilanthro Mountains
+ SPECIES + Kulshedra
+ RESIDENCE + Formerly his tribe. Now it's the wilds
+ OCCUPATION + Lead Hunter
+ COUNTENANCE + Orange eyes / Black-Dark purple hair
+ STATURE + 6'5” / 233 lbs
+ SEXUALITY + Unknown


CH. I – Painting a Portrait
Like most male Kulshedra, Matada is tall and built like a brick house, strong muscles and lithe long limbs. The scales on his body drape from his lower neck and up along his jaw, and crowning around his eyes, turquoise on his neck and more indigo on his face. From his front they are a light turquoise green but as the scales wrap around his back and spine they change into a deep indigo.  His forearms and back have alligator-like ridges that provide extra defense against attack.  With clawed toes and ridged tail, the same color pattern is found there.

He wears little more than leathers and some padding and has his scales to protect him in a fight. His mouth slit

+ NOTABLE MARKS +
His left ear is shredded at the base, shorn by a fight with an animal while protecting his fellow hunters. A few other scars marr is person, a large clawing across his belly and some on his shoulders.

CH II – Mental Make-up
Matada’s place amongst his tribe was one of much prestige. It was a good life and one he lived because it was all he knew. His coloring made him lead hunter amongst them. They were nomadic and aggressive, taking what they needed. He was dutiful and loyal then, but there was a vague discontentment that settled inside him.

There had to be more than this, wasn’t there? Than the breeding, than fighting and snuffing out the bonfires of other tribes. Matada, even in his prestige, had given everything he had to his clan. Nothing was owned, and while this was entirely acceptable in most cases, like food for and other goods, what is his is fiercely protected and looked after, (ie. His gear, his person).

This behavior stemmed to all that he was loyal to, and he does what he can to keep his natural aggression in check.  He responds to threads accordingly, but he is not without compassion for those that earn it. He makes it clear to never confuse his compassion for weakness, however.

Matada overall, is quietly curious, and he forces himself to be more social than he really is. He dislikes others that are ingenuine. He believes in actions over words, and what he was once responsible for – while shameful to have lost it- he finds his new status as somewhat liberating.  He just doesn’t really know what to do with himself now.

+ FAITH +
Believes in Heaven's Fire.

+ HABITS +
Scrimshaw, keeping fit, running, hunting.  He drinks a little, but doesn't like the taste of it.

CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
TBA

CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ LEAD HUNTER +
His unique indigo color pattern has given him the position of lead hunter of his tribe, and it is up to him to see to it that the tribe eats. It helps that Matada enjoys his job, and is good at it too. He can taste 'blood' in the air, much like how a shark can smell it in the ocean, and will track wounded prey for miles and days on end if necessary.

CH V – Gear / Equipment
Claws, teeth, A spear, a recurve bow, some waraxes, and general hunter stuff.

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
Matada’s father knew his son was special from the moment he was born and raised him into the hunter’s fold.  He was proud to have such a child with such gorgeous patterns and scales and that pride swelled when the Elder named him lead hunter of their tribe.

It was during one of these hunts that, Indigo- as he was known then – saved the lives of one of his fellow hunters and was given his true name “Matada” as a reward.  Life was good then and Matada could have anything he asked for.  He was strong and fierce, an asset to his tribe, and kept other males in check. But it was during one breeding season he accidentally killed the female that chose him, getting too aggressive during the act.  He hadn’t meant to, and was horrified when it was over.  Nothing could have brought more shame and loathing.

Matada was banished, blood on his hands now. He disgraced himself and his position as a hunter. And anyone that failed to respect their clankin had no place amongst them, and no place beside Heaven’s fire.

He tries not to linger on it, it's not something he will forget, but letting it control him isn't the answer either.  He just has to live with it.




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