1............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. 2....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. 3, vers le bas, de Durabu commandé comme lui et son partenaire atteint la pile de bois. Son compagnon de tribu s'est retourné pour continuer à ramasser plus de bois, tandis que Durabu était là pendant une minute. Il essuya une perle de sueur sur son front obscurci. Le soleil avait complètement traversé l'horizon et a commencé à partager toute sa chaleur avec le monde. Durabu observa la scène devant lui; un village plein de cacophonie et de commotion. Les chasseurs se préparent à leur routine matinale, les cueilleurs reviennent avec une petite prime, les enfants qui courent autour de jouer, et le plus grand groupe, une myriade de gens se préparent à l'événement principal de la soirée. La fin d'un cycle et le début d'un autre signifient beaucoup de choses, plus le bonus supplémentaire de commencer un nouveau siècle promis beaucoup plus excitant essais et aventures. Durabu allait bientôt réfléchir sur le cycle passé, mais il attendait toujours avec impatience le nouveau, et les nouvelles histoires encore à raconter.
Alors qu'il était sur le point de revenir à son devoir, il vit la jeune Kwenda courir vers le village avec un objet étrange dans sa main. Durabu regarda devant le sentier de Kwenda et vit qu'il se dirigeait vers un petit groupe qui s'était formé. Abigale, Adoni, et Yel-Shadar se cachaient les uns avec les autres; très probablement sur la chasse qui devait bientôt avoir lieu. Durabu retourna son regard à la tâche à portée de main et se rendit compte que le reste du bois était déjà ramené. Voyant que c'était un bon moment pour faire une pause, il déchiqua son sac d'eau, prit une perruque, l'attacha à ses côtés, et marcha jusqu'au petit rassemblement. Durabu les connaissait tous. Il a aidé chacun d'entre eux à un moment de leur vie, et vu que Durabu était l'un des plus grands hommes dans le village, il est difficile pour quiconque de ne PAS se souvenir de lui.
Bonjour, tout le monde! » Il s'est exclamé dans sa voix profonde mais joyeuse. J'espère que vos débuts de jour vont bien.
Forgot to put this here, :P
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Name - Daku Jarrah “Durabu”
Gender - Male
Age - 21
Appearance - Daku is one of the largest men in the village. He stands 6’3” from head -to-toe, and weighs 240 pounds, most of which is muscle. Consequently, Daku has broad shoulders with arms and legs as thick as tree trunks. He obtained most of this muscle by aiding in the heavier labor around the tribe, from hauling back larger prey, to the gathering of heavy materials, and everything in between. His complexion is dark though not blackened. His is in a crew cut form to keep it simple and practical. With defined cheekbones and a square jaw to add to his already intimidating stature, most strangers would rather stay away from, but thankfully that’s not the case with the Anshari. His deep and dark blue eyes, round out the rest of his face. Along his chest and torso is his tattoo depicting a story of a Durabu*, which he gets his namesake, aiding smaller animals across a river and defending them from an attacking predator once crossed.** His garments include the normal hide and fur clothing that most other tribesmen wear, just in a larger size, and again, like most others, his hands and feet are calloused from both the labor and intricate finger work he does.
Personality - For the most part, Daku is your “Gentle Giant.” He is kind and very caring toward everyone in the tribe, and never hesitates to aid those in need. Most of his fellow tribesmen know him for spending much of his time teaching and playing with the younger children. He keeps out of the spotlight, and instead takes up being the silent protagonist; continuing to aid those who need it, refusing favors and payment, believing that he will be repayed when he is in need of help.
While he is gentle and caring to most of the tribe, he has become a bit cynical towards the elders. He will always show due respect towards them, but Daku cannot help but wonder why the elders refuse to answer questions about what lies beyond Moodjar, and refuse all requests to send a party out to scout that far. Daku is constantly questioning inwardly to himself and outwardly to the elders, what is out there and why they won’t allow anyone to check. As such, Daku has come to distrust those who keep too many secrets, even if they’re trying to protect others by doing so.
Skills -
Kedalup’s Artisan: From tanning leather, to basket weaving, to weapon crafting. Daku learned it all from apprenticing under his father, and while he might not be the best at any of these tasks, he is part of the few that knows all of them.
Ansharin Wall: Daku may not be a warrior, he does however, know how to defend himself and others, and with his sheer size behind him, he becomes a human wall; unable to be toppled or broken.
Path of the Owl: As observant and quiet as the animal, Daku can “see” when something is wrong with a person, and many people tend to come to him when they need an understanding, and sympathetic listener.
Equipment - 1x watersack
1x Bone-tipped Spear
Simple Ansharin clothes
*: The Durabu are large animals similar to our hippopatmus. Their average weight is around 600 pounds with four thick stubby legs holding them up. A pair of medium-length tusks protrudes on either side of its mouth, and it has a pair of foward facing eyes. Twin upright, and pointy ears and a tuft of dark brown hair adorn its head. A short tail ending with another ball of hair extends from just above its rear end. Finally, its whole body is covered in a thick light brown hide. (Basically, think a mix between rhino and hippo, with tusks instead of horns.)
**: The story goes that a durabu saw a family of kwenda standing on one side of a river. The durabu approached them and asked if they required a way to cross. The kwenda were at first afraid of the durabu due to his sheer size, and didn’t want to be betrayed while crossing the river. However, they soon trusted him enough to accept the aid he offered. The kwenda climbed on his back, and the group crossed the river together. However, once they crossed and were about to go their separate ways, a lion leaped from the brush to attack the smaller marsupials. Before the lion could strike, however, the durabu charged the lion and skewered him in mid stride. From that point on, the durabu and kwenda family became great friends aiding each other in many aspects. The story is to teach young ones not to judge too quickly and that even a stranger can one day save your life.