BaconAvengerII 65 Share Posted October 10, 2023 (edited) ~The Nomad~Chono “Dishonesty is not in my design.” - JT Music - "Once Upon a Lie" Theme SongNEFFEX - "Go!" RaceFarfolk Age39 BackgroundChono is a visitor from a nomadic tribe residing in the northern section of the continent.Calling themselves ‘The Kazakh’, not much is known to outsiders about their culture or language.Used to struggle understanding the language and customs they have found themselves surrounded by. Being inducted at a young age into the ‘Order of Shonkhor Lam’, an elite group among their people, Chono came to Veletz at the age of 16 to ‘humble themselves before an outsider’ in order to complete their peoples' adulthood ritual tradition.In doing so, they once served Duke Sarkozic of Adria, and Captain-General Gaspard of Veletz. They have said on a few occasions that they will return to their people once they have completed a ‘great deed’.Has a knack for raising and training birds, their Eagle companion Sibagu never far away. Since, she has departed the area that was once Veletz in order to prepare for her own war. The war against the Undead. DescriptionShort in stature with pale green eyes.They dress simply with robes and leather. When in combat, the armor varies depending on the target.An avian typically perched on one shoulder, their zen-like disposition and calm manner would lend well to training and being around such dangerous animals. They are missing the ring-finger of their left hand, up to the middle knuckle. NatureQuiet, and one of few words, she often has a genuinely polite smile on her face.Merciful by nature, they prefer to play their 'cards' close to the vest, only truly opening up to those they trust deeply.While being a pacifist by nature, they will be the first to remind you that there is a difference between being peaceful and being harmless. Stepping out of their peace and quiet to protect somebody in need, their ‘call to action’ is the suffering of others. Loves“My family, my people, and my purpose." Hates“I do not hate. Hate does nothing to the person I would hate. All it would do is poison my heart.” Fears“Fear makes no sense.” Edited March 31 by BaconAvengerII 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaconAvengerII 65 Author Share Posted November 8, 2023 (edited) ~Baptized Canonist~ Age : 33 05:00 on the 7th of The Deep Cold Year 153 of the Second AgeJuli'el Chono Named for the wife of the first Ruler of Men. APPROVAL Cardinal Antonius Captain-General Gaspard van Aert "Juli'el, the wife of the first ruler of men. I am not her, but, I will fight to protect all who came after her. Every mother and daughter. Every father and son. As I believe she would have asked of me. As many can attest, I will do this with love, and compassion. Patience, and understanding. In service to one I believe to be the current Ruler of Men. Captain-General Gaspard van Aert of Veletz." Edited November 8, 2023 by BaconAvengerII 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaconAvengerII 65 Author Share Posted December 17, 2023 (edited) After the excommunication of their adoptive family from The Church, Chono wrote the Pontiff to demand excommunication themselves. Their personality, description, nature, clothing, disposition, and even their theme song was made to change with everything that has take place during the War. Still residing in Veletz, and still active in defending its undefended citizens, Chono's smile is now mostly missing. Their tone has become more reserved. They are now missing the ring-finger of their left hand, up to the middle knuckle. Edited December 30, 2023 by BaconAvengerII Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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BaconAvengerII 65 Author Share Posted January 7 (edited) [MUSIC] Spoiler She sat at the very top floor of a tower in Winburgh, shudders open to let in the night. In her collection was a total of 40 journals written over the last 20+ years of her service to Veletz as an entity. All written in cypher composed mostly of another language, these journals are meant to be the collective knowledge learned while 'outside'. These journals are to be returned to her people so they may learn, grow, evolve, and adapt to an everchanging world. Nomads by nature, the Kazakh are on the brink of extinction, sending their best and brightest to look for solutions. Knowledge. Information. "Juli'el" Chono is one such person. You see, the Order that raised and trained her sent her out into the world at a very young age. To humble themself before an outsider. To perform a 'great deed'. Then, and only then, were they allowed to return to their own people as an Honored Elder. They were only about 15 years of age when they arrived in Adria, proving themselves to Duke Sarkozic by training a corvid for him. The Duke and his wife, now Mother Oksana, had become something of parent figures to them. Both would later HEAVILY influence the Draft of Law for Veletz. These journals are not only on matters of conflict and war, though they are included. From Defending against a Dwarven Raid in Norland, to surviving hours-long cannon fire in Breakwater. Every battle with the forces of Deadmund. Every physical altercation, including the loss of her finger. These journals encompass many topics, though most would seem rather mundane to most. Medicine, economics, farming, politics. Every so often, one would come across an entry regarding her life, becoming more frequent as time went on. Updates on events, names, places, relationships. A running list of all the names she knew of the people she'd lost. People that meant something to her while she was in Veletz. Sir Hannibal's name was at the very top of that list. There was later a whole 3-page entry on how beautiful the garden in Winburgh keep is. Tonight, she was relearning to write with her left hand since the removal of that ring-finger. Lantern and a few candles lit, she sat on a small stool with a faint smile on her face, scratching characters away in another journal. The last entry was on the subject of loss and sacrifice. How a conflict shows people for who they truly are beneath the smiles and garments. I stand by this conclusion, having noticed this war turn some of my closest friends, those I believed would choose mercy, into blood-hunters. I do not blame them, or judge them. I care for them deeply. I simply wish more people would choose peace. The one I have come to call Brother, the very man I serve, seems to be the only one who sees the benefit of mercy. Peace. His voice is the only one most listen to, despite his efforts to change this. He is a far more patient person than I. I see why his path lead him to this position. This entry is about love. True love. When I was young, Teacher Eigo told my class a story. I believed I understood it, before. I was so very wrong. With him? I understand. The story starts as all his stories did. In a fishing village. A Monk of our School walked to the docks of a fishing village and happened upon a fisherman who was whistling as he caught many fish that day. Very happy. A lot of bites. The Monk asks "Why do you do this?" The fisherman replied "I love fish." The Monk replied, "Do you truly? Why do you love fish?" "It is easy to catch, clean, cook, and eat when I am hungry." "If you love fish, why dig a hook into its face? Why remove it from its home? Change its form to suit you? Why should it sustain you if you love IT?" The fisherman was stunned. Stunned silent. He slowly began to release the fish, one by one, and asked the Monk to keep speaking. The Monk went on "If you truly loved even a single fish, you would feed it and give it safety. You would leave it with its people, and family. You love it for what it does for you... not because it is a fish." The fisherman then became this Monk's student. I lost my finger because I was loved for what I provided. I was pretty, and fun. I was entertaining, and safe. When I asked for something to be done for me, it was unthinkable. Now, I have asked that none be killed or harmed in my name, and... he heard me. Were it done for me, it would be done as I would do it. I would not travel to a stranger's home and butcher them while they sleep. No. When he claims to protect me, he truly does it, even when I am not present to behold his actions. All this by chance. I was prepared to accept defeat. Failure. I had forgotten myself. Thanks to him, I have remembered who and what I am. Is this what my Creator had in store for me? Is this what I've sacrificed for? Such high praise from such a kind man? He has taken the title of 'Min Khair' in accordance with the old ways. I have done the same for him. He means to take me as his wife, and I could not be happier. My heart sings his song. I hope we will share each others' company for many, many years to come. If all that returns are these journals, know that I see the path before me more clearly than I have ever, before. I understand now what it is I must do, and why. Thank you, Creator. Thank you, Teachers. ...and thank you, Min Khair. Edited January 7 by BaconAvengerII 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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