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Irkrimah
Irkrimah Al Tufayl
| Name | Irkrimah |
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| Occupation | Emissary, mercenary |
| Age | Twenty-six |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Currently traveling |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Often called an average sized man for his people, standing at a height of around 6' 5'. To those of foreign lands he may be tall, though does not see himself as such. His average structured size is matched by his fisiqe and body-type, not being as strong as a boulder nor as weak as a fly. He is normally clad in traditional Armour of his land, long scales overtop of a layer of broiled leather, followed by chains. Otherwise covered in silk robes of different colors, a soft turban often pulled about his head. Were one to get a look at his face it would be soft, holding no outstanding markings or scars other than a single one that traces across his lips and his chin, of which is hairless, cleanly shaven. His hair is compact into a long ponytail, of which he cuts off before battle, skin almost considered black by some. If not black, very, very brown. His eyes hold the exact opposite, holding a piercing light blue color, often neutral or stinging into the eyes he looks into. Over his back is always slung a great long sword, the hilt made of bamboo and bone, the blade a fine, bluish steel. At times he also carries a long,bamboo shafted Halberd, with his sword tied next to it or on his waist. The men, should you meet him would always seem considerate, and friendly, his voice holding a highly uniqe and soft tone, Harradish blood trailing through it at every word. |
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Background
( Urk-Rhee-Mah Al Toof-Ay-ell )
Irkrimah was born to a chiefrtan of a tribe that took residence in the lands of Souther KHand. His village layed just East of Far-'Harad and South-East of Near-Harad, south of the lands of Gondor. He was born a prince of his people, his mother having died in child birth he was introduced to the harshness of his land right away. The many women of the tribe took him int their care, helping him grow, learn, feeding him their ancient culture. When he came of age his father taught him of the sword, fashening a bastard sword himself, for his son. Irkrimah learnt happilly the ways of his father, how to speak, how to kill, how to live. He was slowly sculpted into a silent young man, speaking softly with eyes that never betrayed his opinions. His father saw values in this, oppertunity. Though his love for his son made him hesitant to sswend him into the harsh world that they lived in, for fear of his death. None the less Irkrimah was eventually sent into the desert, to look for neighboring tribes and potental allies. He found not a single village, only sand and dunes under a broiling hot sun. His skin darkened into the colour of black on his travels, survivng off a few of the bamboo forests and jungles that imhabited the lands. Once he reached Far-Harad he enountered a tribe of ''Black-man''. OR half trolls, to any who would see them. Upon trying to speak to them his lips were cut open, and he was nearly taken into the village before he was able to struggle his way back into the desert, in the general dirrection of his home. (more to come)
| Friends | None |
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| Relatives | Usaymah Tufayl - Mother. Waqqas Al Tufayl - Father. Yazzair Al Tufayl - Brother. |
| Rivals/Enemies | The tribes of Far-Harad, along with the ''half-trolls'' there. A few select tribes that reside in Khand, East of Near-Harad, along with the Gondorians. |
| Loves | His cobra, uzun sivri diş. The smeltering sun, on a hot day. His bastard sword, Cam kanat. |
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| Hates | Gondorians, along with many tribes throughout Harad and Khand. |
| Motivation | No known motivations |
| Quotes | '' Selamlar kadın '' |
