-Mo'Rahv VI -
~Feux de camp sur le sommet de la montagne (Koraha) ~
Les gouffres de vent soufflaient sur le camping de fortune, faisant les flammes de la danse du feu comme les nobles de l'ancien. La fissuration du feu rendait le silence plus supportable, un silence dont Mo'Rahv en avait assez. Ça fait des jours que le seul voyageur avait la compagnie de l'homme, et maintenant qu'il y avait de la compagnie, Mo'Rahv n'allait pas s'asseoir ici et ne pas parler. Il s'est déplacé dans son équipement, debout là et ne faisant rien fait le tissu sur son armure coller à sa peau, un sentiment plus inconfortable. Mo'Rahv a lâché la gorge avec une toux, prêt à parler aux deux autres. Mais, comme il était sur le point de parler, le vieil homme bagan pour parler.
Il écouta les paroles du vieil homme en laissant l'arôme de son thé remplir l'air de la tente. Mo'Rahv était juste à l'extérieur de la tente, mais il pouvait encore sentir le doux parfum du thé comme s'il ne l'était pas. Son estomac grondissait, un sentiment qu'il ignorait alors qu'il écoutait le vieil homme. Naturellement, Mo'Rahv était sceptique de cet homme, ses paroles étaient profondes et, franchement, un peu bizarres. Mo'Rahv était venu à Koraha pour affaires, plus ou moins, et il n'avait aucune intention d'accomplir un motif plus grand. Les mots dont le vieil homme parlait semblaient être le carburant d'un homme superstitieux, quelque chose que Mo'Rahv n'était pas.
Mo'Rahv n'était pas le genre de personne à voler hors de la poignée à chaque petite chose, si quelque chose grinçait ses engrenages, il penserait au choix approprié des mots pour le combattre. Mais dans ce cas, il n'y avait rien à contester, mais plutôt quelque chose à questionner.
"Et qu'est-ce que tu as commencé?" Mo'Rahv dit d'une voix profonde, le ton semble un peu condescendant.
Name:
Mo'Rahv the VI (Rahv for short)
Age:
20
Origin:
Rahviarra
Appearance:
Mo'Rahv the VI (Rahv)
Personality:
Some might say Mo'Rahv is a kind and genuine soul, others may say he is fake and shady. It wouldn't be to far off to say he is a bit of both. Mo'Rahv has grown up knowing the ways of a noblemen, learning the character traits to be a 'people person'. Mo'Rahv, like some of his political relatives, is always trying to be as charismatic as he can while still letting people know how he feels. A trait that sets him aside from his family, is that he is naive. He befriends almost everyone he meets,this is in part one of his convictions that he tries to uphold; A stranger is a friend until proven otherwise. Often in the past this mind set has betrayed him, but he makes the same mistake time and time again.
Needless to say Mo'Rahv is stubborn. He is stuck in his ways and he intends to stay that way. Aside from his noblemen persona, he likes to relax and enjoy life's simpler things. Mo'Rahv prefers to agree with people rather than debate, if that meant preventing a dilemma. Relaxing may be one of Mo'Rahv's favourite things to do, but when the time comes he can be dead serious and you would never know. He likes to keep a calm and relaxed demeanor in any situation, the only time he breaks character is when he is under extreme emotional stress.
Equipment:
Mo'Rahv travels with a set of sturdy leather armor. The armor has a thin cloth lining under thick pads of layered black Leather. The clothe is a resilient fabric that is woven specifically for the trials of combat, protecting against weak slashes. This cloth covers the joints and neck. The Leather covers most of Rahv's body and is layered twice on parts of the body that cover vital organs. The chest piece has a thin metal lining for aesthetics along with a faded symbol etched in the left bicep.
Mo'Rahv carries around two silver axes that he uses to fight with together. He also carries a third that is stored in his traveling gear, this is just a backup in case he looses one. Twin axes
Bio:
In his early years Mo'Rahv lived a relatively peaceful life. There was the odd Bandit raid here and there, but for the most part the world was good to him. This was only achievable because of what his ancestors had accomplished decades (near a century) ago. Mo'Rav's Great Great Grandfather, Mo'Rahv the III, had accomplished a feat that would be unthinkable today. In a time of strife and chaos Mo'Rahv III had gone head to head with the leader of the infamous Steeltongue Clan. Decades ago, Mo'Rahv III was one of the top authority figures of the Steeltongue clan.
The once brutally strict commander was a force a nature to be reckoned with. Molding all his subordinates through rigorous trials and raids, showing no mercy to those who fell short. A text book villain for the ages. But, the human soul can only handle so much pain and anguish. After years of watching the fires of villages scorch the earth, and the numerous bodies pile at his feet, he'd had enough. Mo'Rahv III was ready to hang up his sword and retire, an idea that was unheard of in the Steeltongue clan. The leader of the Steeltongue clan resented Mo'Rahv III for his notions of retirement, for a bandit, the only way to 'retire' was to die.
After a series of arguments and clash of swords, The Steeltongue Leader challenged Mo'rahv III to a battle to the death. Mo'Rahv saw this opportunity to finally end his career as a homicidal raider, a chance to live in peace. And so, the battle commenced, and after 2 hours of fighting the two power houses landed their last blows. Mo'Rahv's, however, struck deeper than his opponents. The Steeltongue leader laid there helpless and defeated, but he did not die. Mo'Rahv III showed mercy on him. Instead of dealing the death blow, Mo'Rahv left him there to bleed out or cry for help to his subordinates.
Mo'Rahv III,now no longer a bandit, decided to settle down. Not being and old man yet, he still had a lot of time to live before going six feet under. He started a community, a community that started with the idea of a Clean Slate. The community grew with people from all walks of life coming to seek a fresh start.
Now, nearly a century later, Mo'Rahv The VI is a living legacy of what is Great Great Grandfather worked for. The community is now a quickly growing city by the name of Rahvairra, known for it's 'Clean Slate' ceremony. Mo'Rahv VI is now traveling the world as a warrior and representative of his homeland. Fighting for what he thinks is right and spreading the word of his family's legacy.