Gjükar was born during times of turmoil, born into a family of five, was always fighting over scraps of food and cups of soup. Gjükar’s family was one of poverty and uncleanliness, though since he lived in a small northern village, this is all he and his family ever knew. He would grow up farming and fighting as he quickly grew to be the tallest and strongest of the boys in his family. The warriors of the village soon scouted him with persistence to have him join their ranks as a raider and pillager, as this was the village’s source of income and supplies. Gjükar would not know but this would become the source of his village’s downfall. When his village first encountered the Oren Empire he was amazed by their armor, how it shined like new fallen snow, and had as vibrant of colors as the sun itself. He wore nothing but leather, as his oxen in his village was all he had. The Oren Soldiers seemed strong, and skilled, dismissing Gjükar as if he was a common peasant, this angered the men of Gjükar’s village as they had been passed by just as well. Gjükar would try to calm his company down with words, though one of them would lash out at the Oren Soldier in rage. Gjükar would watch his whole company be cut down by the legion. He would run as fast as he could in a random direction, just hoping to get away.
The smell of blood filled Gjükar’s nostrils and he began to faint. Tripping and falling behind a log, he quickly passed out from a mixture of exhaustion and fear. He would awake to the familiar smell of blood, as he had been hidden enough not to be seen. The Oren troops had made quick work of his friends as he quickly ran towards the direction of his village. Chaos and bloodshed would make a path as he realized the mistake his fellow villagers had made, they ran back towards the village, leading the oren troops right to them. Gjükar would come upon a scene that would haunt him for the rest of his life, the heads of his family sitting upon Oren pikes, his village still aflame and his farm land trampled. Gjükar would scream at the top of his lungs as if he was the one who had conquered the town.Tears would pour down his face as the memories of his childhood raced back through his mind. This was the empire that Gjükar knew, this is all of the empire Gjükar would ever know. He vowed to get revenge on those who wronged him, those who hurt his family.
Character Name: Gjükar
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 22
Physical Description: Before you stands a muscular 6'5 man. He has light blue eyes and blond hair. The armor he wears appears to come from bison hide.
Roleplay Scenario:
Screenshot of Skin:Gjükar walks off the boat right before being approach my an odd looking man. he’d peer down towards him, giving him and off setting grim look. Gjükar places his hand on the hilt of his axe before speaking. “get out of meyway, milk drinker.” Before passing by to continue his new found adventures.
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