Kwelek Djilyaro, "Kwenda"
En début de matinée, l'Oasis d'Ansharin
Même au petit matin, la terre du désert était déjà brûlante. Si Kwenda n'avait pas passé toute sa vie à parcourir ces terres, alors ses pieds seraient probablement en train de brûler du sol rouge. Ses pieds volaient à travers les plaines, l'excitation le transportant avec le vent. Quelqu'un qui ne le connaissait pas jurerait qu'il courait pour sa vie. Il n'avait fallu qu'une vingtaine de minutes de course pour atteindre l'oasis depuis les plaines. Il tenait le journal en cuir fermement dans sa main, voulant montrer le petit groupe de chasse qui semblait se préparer à quitter le village. Avec un dernier saut de course, Kwenda a atterri avec un léger toboggan devant Abigale, Yel'Shadar et Adoni. Les deux premiers étaient des chasseurs, et ceux-là étaient assez talentueux. Yel n'avait que deux ans de plus que Kwenda, mais se tenir à côté de lui l'a fait sentir comme un petit enfant. Il est certainement lié plus à Adoni, qui était un individu très unique.
"Bonjour!" Kwenda parlait gaiement, griffant le journal à sa poitrine avec un regard d'excitation. "Voyez ce que j'ai trouvé! C'est bizarre, un truc de poche en cuir. Il est rempli de minces feuilles blanches. Peut-être que c'est une sorte de cachette?" Avant de pouvoir continuer, Durabu et Kuparr ont rejoint le groupe. En voyant Kuparr, Kwenda a immédiatement caché le journal derrière son dos. Bien qu'il l'ait déjà vu.
"Oh! Bonjour! Je viens de trouver quelque chose. J'allais le donner aux anciens. Honnêtement!" Kwenda a commencé à babiller, essayant de s'expliquer. Il savait que Kuparr avait beaucoup de respect et d'admiration pour les anciens. Ils l'ont tous fait, dans une certaine mesure. Pourtant, il savait que Kuparr ne se montrerait pas trop aimable à lui en tenant un trésor découvert au lieu de le montrer aux anciens d'abord. "Je n'essayais pas de le cacher! Je me suis dit que ça avait l'air assez vieux. Peut-être même plus vieux que le Silence. Tu sais ce que sont les anciens. Ils brûlent n'importe quoi d'avant alors sans une seconde pensée. Je voulais juste avoir une chance d'y jeter un coup d'oeil avant ça, tu sais?" Pendant qu'il parlait, Kwenda s'est approché de Durabu. La présence du doux géant l'a rendu moins mal à l'aise. Ses pensées revenaient au journal particulier. Il ne comprenait pas ce qu'il y avait dedans. Les anciens, supposément, savaient comprendre les passages et les parties des scripts avant le Silence, mais ils ne partageraient jamais leurs conclusions avec les autres. Ils le faisaient juste pour protéger la tribu; mais quel mal un morceau de cuir pouvait - il apporter?
Name | Kwelak Djilyaro, "Kwenda"
Gender | Male
Age | 15
Appearance | Kwelek is a young boy of above average height with a very lean, slender body. He has dark skin, but is somewhat lighter in tone due to his ancestry. His skin is rough and he sports calloused feet and hands from a life of hard labor. His hands and feet are usually covered in a white, almost chalk like dust that is found within the Moodja. He has a very sharp, angular face with a very well defined jaw line and sharp cheekbones. He has amber eyes and his hair is a light brunette with flecks of gold streaking throughout. He weaves beads, feathers and other charms into his shoulder length hair. He is also one of the youngest Ansharin to have received his tattoos, and he is remembered within the Dream as 'Kwenda', a marsupial of the Moodja known for it's unmatched speed. His tattoos are a depiction of an old folk tale from the Dream involving the Kwenda, covering him from head to toe with the red ink.
Personality | Kwelek is a rather respectful young man who listens to his elders and is eager to please. He can be a bit of a blind optimist sometimes; always motivated to continue even in dire circumstances. He tends to be a bit arrogant because of this, refusing to face facts. He's a bit of a slow learner, but his determination is downright inspiring. Even if he were to fail a thousand times, Kwelek would be too stubborn to admit defeat. Kwelek enjoys telling stories, and can always be relied on to recall a tale from the Dream around the camp fire. Even despite his love for his tribe, Kwelek wishes to explore Kedalup in the hopes of finding his exiled mother as well as contribute even greater tales towards the Dream.
Some of the other members of the Ansharin hold quite a bit of resentment towards Kwelek. They believe he was unworthy of receiving his tattoos as his skills as a warrior and hunter are sub-par compared to others. They believe his anointment to be a case of favoritism as Kwelek is the grandson of one of the elders.
Skills |
Kedalup's Messenger Kwelek's speed is unmatched among the Ansharin. What he lacks in strength, he makes up for with his nimbleness and powerful young legs. He was given the name 'Kwenda' for being the first Ansharin in two generations to be able to catch the marsupial of the same name.
Ansharin Sentry Kwelek was never strong enough to be a fully fledged hunter for his tribe, but his quick feet and keen senses allowed him to serve well as a scout for his tribe. There are many dangerous predators that roam the Dreamscape, and it is the job of the Ansharin Scouts to spot any trace that they might come near the Oasis.
Dream Weaver The sacred art of recalling the Dream. Every Ansharin learns the Dream, and Dream Weaving is a common practice among the tribe. Kwelek is infamous for his exciting recollections of the Dream that are quite popular among the children of the tribe.
Equipment |
Waterskin
1x Bone tipped spear
Ansharin Pelts
Biography | Kwelek never knew his father, and he barely had a chance to know his mother. While his mother was pregnant, she committed a great sin against Kedalup. Kwelek's mother, deranged and rabid, murdered her husband while he slept. The elders wanted to kill her, but they knew doing so would also kill the unborn Kwelek. They allowed her to give birth to her son, and then banished her to The Dreamscape to forever carry the weight of her sins on her shoulders. This is all that Kwelek knows of his mother, and any further questions are met with scornful looks of both fear and disgust. The Ansharin are superstitious people, and what happened to Kwelek's mother is a topic of taboo that is avoided within the tribe. They act as though it never happened. Yet despite this, Kwelek was still shunned by his tribe for being the son of a heretic.
Growing up, Kwelek was never the best hunter. He couldn't even fight well. He was often belittled by his peers because of this fact, and he quickly sought to rectify his weakness. He would no longer be the shameful son of a traitor, and became determined to earn his tattoos and be remembered in the Dream. There is an old tale in the Dream, of an Ansharin who ran like the wind, and moved like lightning. He was the first Ansharin to ever be fast enough to touch the tail of the Kwenda. The Kwenda are the only creature that roam the Dreamland that the Ansharin do not hunt. This is for two reasons: one, they are considered to be messengers of Kedalup. As such, they are sacred and must not be hunted. And two, the Kwenda are so fast, so nimble and agile, that even if the Ansharin did hunt them; they'd never be able to catch them.
Determined, Kwelek spent most of his spare time between training and working as a scout chasing after the many Kwenda that roamed the Moodja. He quickly became the target of mockery among the tribe for his stubborn attitude. That was until, one evening, Kwelek caught the Kwenda. When he showed up at the fire pit for dinner that night, the other tribesmen couldn't believe their eyes. No one in two generations had ever been able to touch a Kwenda, let alone capture one. Kwelek's grandfather and the other elders decided that this feat was deserving of the Dream; and Kwelek's name was changed to Kwenda. He was also given his tattoos, that depict the first Dream about the Kwenda and how it came to be the fastest creature in the Dreamscape.
Although some are still resentful of Kwenda, envious of his tattoos, he gained recognition among the other Ansharin. People stopped remembering him as Kwelek, son of the heretic, and started remembering him as Kwenda, a messenger of Kedalup. Now that the journal has been discovered, Kwenda's new ambition in life is to explore Kedalup and learn about life before The Silence; spreading the Ansharin Dreams wherever he goes.