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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Spring
▶ Temp || 43℉ (8℃) - 70℉ (21℃)
▶ Weather || The nip of Winter has begun to ebb away, replaced by the gentle embrace of Spring as it ushers in new life. Plant life peeks out from the melting snow and birdsong fills the air once more, calling drowsy residents from their hideaways. Slowly but surely, the continent’s hustle and bustle returns.

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"Like his companion, he steadies himself with the salt on his tongue, the sharp-sour smell of the sea like a fresh-split oyster. The beach, for him, is like an intersection between dreams and reality: endless, lulling, pungent and terribly dangerous. Realer than anything, and a mystery he will never solve. It is the only un-knowing he has learned to be comfortable with." From This Grand Show is eternal

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Tamran

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▶ Age: 3 [Year 498 Fall]
▶ Gender: Male [He/Him/His]
▶ Orientation: Bisexual
▶ Breed: Oriental Mutt
▶ Height: 13.2
▶ Health: 15
▶ Attack: 5
▶ Experience: 10
▶ Signos: 10 (Donate)

▶ Joined: 09-29-2017
▶ Last Visit: 02-20-2018, 06:27 PM
▶ Total Posts: 4 (Find All Posts)
▶ Total Threads: 2 (Find All Threads)

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TAMRAN
  • Oriental mutt, predominantly Akhal-Tele featured.
  • Unicorn, with long curved antelope horns
  • Red tiger dun with pinto markings
  • Long flowing mane and tail
  • Mane fades red to white, tail is white
  • Slave branded on right hip
  • THE FAITHFUL
    Tamran has a small lantern of spun glass shaped like a unicorn's horn hanging from his right horn, the crystal inside composed of calcite that glows at night due to collecting solar energy. He has a small green silk cape as well, and beneath it a pair of saddlebags stretched across his back, holding within one a small, wood-carved bird, the other has herbs. The belt also holds scrolls and a small satchel for pens and ink.

    Delicate and feminine in appearance, Tamran is a gangly youth who might fool the unwary until his definitively masculine scent corrects them. He's lithe and exotic, sculpted with refined and elegant features, a slender neck, and almost lean barrel that reminisces of a Teke for it's slenderness. His legs are long and slender, tipped with surprisingly broad cloven hooves, perfect for crossing sands. Gracing his poll are a pair of long and beautifully curving antelope horns, a touch of elegance that flows with the curve of his neck.

    His coat is a bright and pale sand hue, darker at his points, striped with darker color like light dancing on the sand dunes. His coat holds a very shiny, metallic sheen to it, yet another sign harking back to possible Teke heritage. His legs darken, subtle barring striping across his legs, a single sock coloring his right front leg, and his hooves are mismatched in color; the front hooves are pale cream and black, the back flinty brown. His long mane and tail hang perfectly straight, and are silk to the touch, his mane starting out dark brown at the roots but swiftly fade into milky white, while his tail is completely white. Breaking the golden shine of his coat is a white pinto marking, like a white paintbrush had been stroked over his back.
    THE FAITHFUL
    The Faithful is a gentle, quiet soul, one who has been severely battered and bruised by the trials of his past, bent and forged into a submissive and skittish creature. He has been beaten, scarred and torn, but he remains whole, and still holds onto his empathetic nature. He is bent, he is bowed, but he is not broken.
    SWEET SUMMER CHILD
    Positive
  • Empathetic
  • Very intuitive
  • Thinks carefully before speaking
  • Very patient
  • Kind-hearted and gentle
  • Selfless
  • Negative
  • Incredibly timid
  • Terrified of physical contact not by him
  • Very submissive
  • Cowardly
  • Reserved/reclusive
  • No limitations
  • Tamran is, on the surface, one who has been broken by his ordeals from what was no doubt a clever child into a skittish, pitiable creature. He shuns contact unless he initiates it, looks at the world through guarded and jaded eyes, and cowers beneath the shadows of those much larger and louder than himself. He's a cowardly little thing, who will flee from conflict and tremble beneath hard eyes. He's not much of a talker, either, often keeping his thoughts and opinions to himself, unused to the idea that someone might actually want to know what he's thinking. Even so, when prodded to speak, his words are quick and quiet, half-mumbled with his eyes averted. Yet, despite this, the boy is gentle, a kind if battered soul, and it wouldn't be surprising to find him tending softly to the wounds of others, strangely the only time he appears to be at peace. When the injured are placed before him, he becomes patient, empathetic, and although his mental scars still run deep, he appears to be on the track to mending himself. He's a selfless child, one who would give what he could even to one who terrifies him most, and this is his fatal flaw, for he has no limitations as to what he would do, especially for anyone he manages to attach himself to.

    Once he opens up, Tamran proves to be a youth of many interests; aside from healing, his passion, the youth is a beautiful singer, one who enjoys weaving soft stories in a gentle voice. He often makes these tales up on the spot, and is shown to have a vivid and brilliant imagination when his walls are peeled away. He shuns fighting and conflict, as to be expected, but shows potential at being quite good in dealing with others, his seemingly endless patience a boon... if his subservient and fearful nature could be mended.
    TAMRAN
    His is no tale of joy, not even when he escaped his captors. His is a harrowing, tragic story, one that held no happy ending, and one who leaves it's hero a fragile and fractured shade of what he could have been.
    THE ORIGIN
    The battle of light and dark
    endless struggle that breeds
    only broken things

    Tamran was born, as fate should have it, a free child in a land torn apart by strife and warfare. Two lands, one of light and one of shadow, battled in an ageless conflict for supremacy, but he knew nothing of this bitter battle. His life from the moment he was born was one of gentle rolling fields, a kind-eyed Lord in a stone castle, a genteel-born mother. It was picturesque, a beginning straight from a storybook, and one with just as foul of tragedy. He was not yet weaned when the realm he had been born in, the land of beautiful light and peace, began to darken beneath shadow and smoke as the war grew closer, as the light began to fade and retreat. Tamran knew none of this, until the day came that his dam was seized and he ripped from her side as the soldiers of dark descended and pillaged their land, slayed their Lord and his genteel-born wife, and took the Lord's son as a trophy back to the land of shadow.

    Tamran, the boy who should have thrived in his genteel birth and soft lands, was thrust into a realm of jagged stone and cruel laughter. His world became pain and fear and despair as the brand of a slave was carved into his coltish shoulder, and chains clasped about his throat and legs. The road away from his burning home was long, filled with the weeping of other children, his attempts at comforting them swiftly retaliated with harsh kicks and bites from their captors, until even the bright child dimmed and bit his tongue and maintained his silence. He did what he could, in the shadow of such despair, but it was nothing compared to what they faced, and the children stolen along with him began to succumb to sorrow, and he along with them. Arriving at the citadel of the dark, so far from home, Tamran was pulled away from the last remnants of his home, cut off from the other children of light and into the black palace itself. He was made into a gift for the king's bored queen, a mocking present, the son of a lord of light brought so low and branded like common chattel.

    Tamran does not, and will not, speak of the things she did to him.

    It was near the end of two years in her clutches that he escaped, wholly and quite by accident. A rebel, a spy from the light, whisked him from the dark palace, expecting gratitude, expecting a lord of light to emerge from false subservience to bolster the faltering and fading kingdom... but Tamran had been bent and twisted too far, for too long. Disgusted with what a lord of light had become, the rebel abandoned Tamran and fled back into the shadow, and Tamran dared not follow. For days he waited, trembling with fear of punishment to come, waiting for his queen and mistress to return and smile so endearingly at him. But she never came, and tentatively he took the first few faltering steps towards where he had remembered his home, away from that citadel of shadow and pain and suffering. Yet, also quite and wholly by accident, the broken boy found himself somewhere... else. Somewhere new.

    Novus.
    THE CURRENT STORY

    Fall, Year 501, Novus
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