-Mo'Rahv VI -
~ Monter vers le sommet d'une montagne (Coraha) ~
Ses jambes ont de plus en plus souffert à chaque pas qu'il a fait, une montagne comme celle-ci ne devrait rien être, mais cela a prouvé le contraire. Si Mo'Rahv avait fait une pause quand il avait planifié ou même pris une route plus facile, ce n'était peut-être rien. Mo'Rahv a traversé le flanc de la montagne, laissant les rochers sombrer vers le bas avec tous les faux pas. Son empressement à trouver la lumière l'a aveuglé, s'il avait planifié plus soigneusement il aurait pris le chemin plus facile mais légèrement plus long, un chemin qui s'est envolé vers le sommet. Au lieu de cela, il monta sur le flanc de la montagne avec seulement ses armes de duel à utiliser comme haches de glace de fortune. Mo'Rahv l'avait finalement fait quand il avait remarqué que la pente diminuait d'un terrible 45 degrés. Mo'Rahv avait finalement atteint la destination qu'il cherchait, la lumière au loin.
La lumière dans la distance, que Mo'Rahv avait fait son objectif d'inspecter, n'était rien de plus qu'un feu de camp, un feu de bois. Mo'Rahv s'est effondré d'une légère expression déçue. Il n'a pas entendu quelque chose, c'était le vent se brossant sur les sommets de la montagne créant une voie aérienne de son comme un sifflement... Non, c'était quelque chose d'autre... des voix.
Mo'Rahv Perché et se dirigeant vers la tente, ouvrant le rabat sauvagement, comme s'il s'attendait à ce que quelqu'un crie surprise. C'était tout le contraire, c'était deux hommes assis l'un à côté de l'autre qui parlaient. L'un portait un masque en bois bizarre, l'autre était revêtu d'une armure familière. Sous le masque, le cou a été montré, il était évident pour 'Rahv que l'homme masqué était vieux. L'autre homme dans l'armure était beaucoup plus difficile à identifier, mais l'insigne sur l'armure a prouvé qui il pourrait être. Un endroit appelé Reach avait des maisons qui gouvernaient sur des parties du pays, ce sigil appartenait à l'une des maisons, à laquelle ne connaissait pas Mo'Rahv. Mo'Rahv regarda les deux hommes, n'ayant rien à leur dire qui semblait approprié. Penser, après n'avoir rien voulu de plus que d'avoir une conversation avec quelqu'un, le moment venu, Mo'Rahv est sans voix.
Mais pas totalement sans voix, il a fini par s'exprimer après quelques moments maladroits, « enfin, d'autres personnes. Au moins, je sais que je n'ai pas encore fait de bêtises."
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.