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Ahmrun
Ahmrun
| Name | Ahmrun |
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| Status | Dormant |
| Occupation | Thief and blade for hire |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Drifter |
| Kinship | None (Seeking) |
| Outward Appearance |
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-For Reference- Height: 6'2'' Weight: 160 lbs Age: Appears in his mid-twenties Hair: Black with natural wave, reaches to his hips; normally braided Eye Color: Black Skin: Dark golden Build: Lean and agile Voice: Heavily accented tenor, soft and rich. (I use Egyptian Arabic as a base for his accent and Harad language.) Scars: Scourge marks on his back and sides; scars from chains on his wrists and ankles Tattoos: The Corsair sigil branded on his right bicep as proof of his status as a slave Piercings: One small bronze hoop earring in each ear ¤ Weapons/Gear: He wears no armour other than scavenged bits of leather, preferring stealth and freedom of movement, nor can he afford costly gear. His weapons of choice are knives and daggers of any size, and he carries at all times a pair of daggers with strangely curved blades, tucked into a sash on either hip. Throwing knives he has aplenty, small and hidden about his person. Fighting Style: Ahmrun is an assassin by trade, a master of blade and stealth. Whether throwing a blade or driving it into the vital points of his enemy, his aim is rarely less than perfect. Unarmed he is equally formidable, practicing a strange art in which, with a strike of fist or fingers, he can target nerve points to momentarily paralyze limbs or cause egregious damage to internal organs. Skills: Sleight of hand, fire-breathing, dancing, acrobatics, knife throwing/juggling, swimming, horse-back riding, tracking, stealth, basic reading and writing, acupressure Languages: Haradric (native), Westron (accented, somewhat broken), hand-sign language of thieves and slaves
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Note: this character's backstory has been altered and some changes have been made to his appearance as of July 2020, it's still a work in progress. |
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Background
Born in the Haradwaith, a vast stretch of deserts and jungles controlled in large part by the neighboring realm of Umbar, Ahmrun belonged to a peaceful tribe of hunters and soothsayers. The tribe was attacked by a group of raiders and Ahmrun, still a young boy, was taken with many other fellow tribe members and marched to Umbar, where they were all sold into slavery.
At first he served in the house of a powerful merchant but time would see him become a more and more willful youth, driven by curiosity and often escaping to seek trouble and adventure on the crowded streets of the port city, where he learned many dangerous skills and first acquired a taste for blade work.
With no use for such a servant, Ahmrun's owner sold him to a corsair captain and the Harad youth toiled long and hard as a galley slave. Years later, having managed to survive and come of age despite the many dangers and perils of storms, sea battles, and raiding, he was given his first and only chance of escape: moored in the bay just within swimming distance of the beach, the mighty city of Dol Amroth towering in the distance, the ship was boarded by Swan Knights and the ensuing battle saw the defeat of the corsairs; all were summarily executed, and the fate of the galley slaves was imprisonment for life or death along with their masters. One of the conquerors, a formidable Elf in crimson armour, turned a blind eye as Ahmrun and those lucky few like him threw themselves overboard and swam desperately for the shore. They would take their chances in this strange land, though few indeed would manage to survive.
Survive he would, eking out a living of theft and constant wandering, turned away at nearly every door and besieged by the troubles of a foreigner: language, culture, all were strange and unknown to him. Starving in mind as well as in body, Ahmrun took every opportunity to learn and hone his skills. The kindness of a traveling scribe furnished him with a wagon ride North and the basic understanding of Westron, both spoken and written.
Now he lurks in the dark alleys and crowded streets of Northern cities, taking any and all work no matter how menial—or stealing and fighting in street matches when there is none to be had. Bounty hunting and contract killing, especially for marks accused of crimes such as slavery or murder, are his specialty.
Note: this character's backstory has been altered and some changes have been made to his appearance as of July 2020, it's still a work in progress.
Discord username upon request, feel free to approach for rp and character relations or development!| Friends | |
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| Relatives | Unknown |
| Rivals/Enemies | Many enemies, currently no rivals |
| Loves | Daggers and knives; acrobatics and dancing; food and drink from Harad; jewelry and stories. He’s fascinated by red and blonde hair. |
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| Hates | Being cold, the harming of innocents, losing his weapons, slavery, fools, Hobbits (though hate is perhaps too strong a word) |
| Motivation | His own survival and betterment, both in the pursuit of knowledge and of comfort |
| Quotes | "This one knows how to kill, and this one is good at it.'' |
