Updated Aiel Bio for Namo Shanko - No CC Required

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DM Handle: Amegakure

Full Name: Namo Shanko

Age: 19

Clan: dragonmount

Role: warrior/Seia Doon

Appearance: Namo is a well muscled and deeply tan Aiel. He stands at 6' 7"

and weighs about 205. With most of the weight being from height. He wears

the traditonal cadin 'sor. He has green eyes and short red hair. He wears a

knife at his side alongg with multiple others hid among his person.

 

Physical strength: He is well cordinated. Can see very well at night and can

remain still for long periods. He is swift and silent far above regular aiel

standards. He is fast and agressive

 

Physical weakness: Not the most muscled of the aiel. Not up to par with aiel

standards with melee combat. But more than a handful for any non aiel

fighters.

 

Personality: He is calm and quiet. Logical and emotional. Cold and

caculating. A tactician to heart. Prefers silence to mindless babble and idle

conversation. Aiel humor being dry as it he is even dryer and does not find

much comical.

 

Personality weakness: Not a very social person unless the topic is of battle

or clan needs. Takes Ji 'e' toh to a very literal state. He has trouble

communicating his feelings on personal topics to others:

Personality strength: He is young mind with wise thoughts. Battle is

interesting to him but suicide is not and dose not feel the need to

recklessly endanger those around him. He is respectful and logical. He would

like anny aiel lay down his life to save his friends and family.

 

History: Namo was the son of two Aiel, his father died in the aiel

war, and his mother died in a raid. He was quite proud of the and knew

they gained much Ji in their deaths. With out family he was taken into the arms of a new

ccouple were he learn the life of the aiel and the concepts of ji 'e'

toh. From the earlist age he knew he would grow up and pick up the spear just like his

parents did. When he turn 10 he stopped playinggg with the other kids in his

free time and beginned his own crude form of training. He would spend hours

watching the Far deris mae and stone dogs train and would attempt to copy

their movements and training. He was also taken by these two groups who his

parents had belong to. His own silence enhanced by the way of stone dogs and

his sense of ji 'e' toh taken to a whole new level. As he grew his body grew

stronger and harder and he was already beyond what his old friends had

accomplished. He also like to sneak out of the hold and scout around. He

found that he was quite good at not being noticed by the wise ones when he

wanted to and the spear sisters never approved of his leaving the hold. But

whenever he left he always came back and received his toh which also made

the maidens quite proud.

 

One day namo was doing just that such thing. Wandering out on the edge of

the hold and lookingg at the different plants and animals. When he heard the

rustle of wings beating in a nearby bush. He went over to take a look and

saw that it was a young falcon who had taken a fall and had hurt his leg. He

wondered what to do and saw no ji in killing the animal or leaving it to

die. Grabbingg it by its head so it couldn't peck him he put it on its back

and soothed the bird. With a sudden jerk on the birds leg to put it bak in

place. He made a little splint and tied it off. The bird seemed to be in a

much better mood but still looked at him with murder in his eyes. Namo

thought for a moment and gave him a bite of meat which he choked down whole.

Turning to leave he walked away and noticed the bird followed. Troubled he

tried to shoo it away when this didn't work he gave up accepting his task

picking up the bird and holdingg it he made his way back to the camp.

Looking up at the sky the fire was almost half way down with blackness

creeping in. He approached the cliff and looked down to were the hold layed

and that's when he noticed.

 

On the other side of the platue where the hold rested he saw a large group

of men and women with veiled faces creeping toward the hold. It was a raid.

In a panic he dashed towards the hold clinging to his bird. Hoping to make

it in time. Dashing through the gates, he heard Shunale of the maidens yell

at him for being out of the hold. He turned to her and yell. "Were under

attack you must raise the alarm." She looked at him for a second then knew he

was serious. " go young one you have gained much ji with those eyes of

yours" Gather a spear and sit with the wise ones" with that the alarm was

passed and the hold stood ready for battle in minutes, their own ambush

ready. A scream then silence. Then chaos. The battle had begun.