Shinefly

Ashur Nicknames: Ash, Ashur Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Jahvid Human Status: Single Description Height: 5,8 Weight: 200 pounds Body Type: Bulky muscle Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark brown or black Skin: Olive skin Markings/Tattoos: None Health: Pristine health Personality: Cunning, charismatic, works toward his own goals. Inventory: Varies Further Details: None Life Style Alignment*: Neutral evil Deity*: None Religion: None Alliance/Nation/Home N/A Job/Class: N/A Title(s): None Profession(s): Swordsmanship Special Skill(s): Deception, conning, cunning, and sword play Flaw(s): Passionate, lovesick, and is bad with a bow. Weaponry Fighting Style: Dishonorable, backstabs, throws sand, catches people off gaurd. Preferred Weapon: Gladius, or any other sword. Favored Weapon: None preferably just any sword. Archery: No. Biography Parents: Al'hez and Amurlia. Status: alive Siblings: None Children: None at the moment Extended Family: Not that he knows of Pet(s): Had a scorpion named Barca but it died. History Ashur, born 20 years before the voyage to Elysium. The Jahvid city of Agrabah was the land Ashur knew. With a father that was a leatherworker and a mother that had no craft. The son of a craftsman, not blessed with a shining spoon in his mouth from the start. Ashur's family resided in the poorest parts of the city, their family was too obscure to mock and too deceitful to feel pity towards. Ashur's father and mother deceived, stole, and backstabbed to get even the slightest bit of coin. Ashur was sometimes used in a theft or a scheme that aimed to deceive someone. Pointers were learned and Ashur absorbed this all into his young mind. There is no special story of heroics or untimely parental death here, Ashur and his parents succeeded in most of the schemes they spun and they managed to live a slightly below average life. That was a good thing compared to the other situations families in the slums of Agrabah were in. All through out these years of scheming Ashur's parents had a seperate stash of coin that they had been saving to buy their way to the other side of Asulon and settle down in Normandor. By the time Ashur was 18 years of age his family had finally accumulated enough coin to finally get to Normandor. Ashur was with utmost joy and was ready to pack up and finally leave the slums of Agrabah, but Ashur's parents broke the news to him as he started to pack the few things he had. Ashur's parents informed him that he had to stay and that they only saved enough coin for the two of them to go and for supplies once they arrive. Ashur was heartbroken but wouldn't show his tears. It felt as if a boulder sat at the pit of Ashur's stomach and his chest felt heavy, Ashur nodded somberly as he watched his parents walk out the door with their things. For two years Ashur made his parent's home his own and made false alliances, schemed, deceived, and also took up the ways of the sword. Ashur saw combat to win him great fortune sometime in his future. For he realized that with scheming and deception, prowess in combat is neccessary. He was not perfect at the art of the sword but he was learning and getting better with training. By the time Ashur was 20 years of age a strange thing happened that winter, all of Agrabah was in peril, panicked citizens of low class and upper class flooded the streets. Ashur ran with the panicked crowd to numerous carriages and steeds that took them to the cloud temple docks. Huge ships were being erected for each of the nations. Ashur was confused but assumed there was a mass migration taking place. The ships were crowded and were loud, no one cared what race you were or if you were on your respected nation's ship. So Ashur just went aboard the elven ship, for it seemed to be the most tame one of them all. Ashur resided there and just waited for the sails to start taking them to wherever they were going. Once the ships arrived at Elysium the 20 year old Ashur strives to learn the way of the blade, to fend for himself, and he is always analyzing everything.