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Decimus Tiber
The Mali’ame of a fishing land, with foreign goodes.
“A’don’t know much about the fancy folks’ ways, but a’do know how to catch ‘em fish properly.”
| Fickle | Boisterous | Mirthful |
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+ Decimus is a creature prone to exhibiting words carelessly, fickle in his moods and his desires. The boy is easy to sway, with little guile in his mind - an untalented tongue when it comes to lying. This affects his moods and thoughts easily - his anger can be calmed easily with well-crafted words, and his opinion swayed.
+ With inelegance in his movements, no ropes to tie his tongue - Decimus was a boy of boisterous nature. He walked with confident strides, his words offered in an assured and cheerful manner. His smile may be infectious, with their reassurance as he offered them in a gentle nature. Whilst his personality was far from violent, he was not exactly calm and composed. The boy pranced as if no danger could touch him, with an idle smile playing on his features.
| Simple | Woodcarver | Fisher |
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+ Decimus is not a creature of extravagant intelligent. He was not stupid, but he lacks much knowledge on the world. To him, life was simple; He wasn’t interested in Gods or the beyond - he simply does not find such of any entertainment, and would gladly live a life of the present without the worry of such.
+ He may not have the intelligence or patience for books, but his hands were rough with work in the sea and land. He was raised in a simple village as a fisherman, practicing wood carving on his rickety boat. He often jokes that the two were the only thing that he could ever truly concentrate on.
Decimus Tiber
The tattoos loitered his body
“T’is not childish drawings, its just stupid drawings from my Grand-father’s tree kissing time..”
“He overslept in that boat of his - yes, the one that looks like it should definitely sink - and didn’t come home ‘till his father rowed to drag him back. Stinking like fish, that boy - but bless his soul, he brought home more fish to eat and sell.”
Decimus was from a tight-knit family settled in the village near a river. Luxury was never an option to the Tibers, nonetheless they did not suffer with money or lack of food - though they never had an abundance in both. His father being another fisherman, and his mother working in the market to sell the fish - Decimus was the eldest out of three other brothers.
They were common-folk mingling in a village of men - that was never a true bother, aside from the rare comments made as a slander to the ‘tree *******’ mali’ame. Due to this, the common worshipping of the aspects to the Mali’ame was lost to his family. They had known that his great-grandfather was a traditional Mali’ame, bearing his seed tattoos upon his chest and forehead. The ‘tattoos’ were really the only tradition they kept.
[ Google Doc : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ac-iU6F_JZWbdCofKvi13osru7daMsid4rxt1WgRLKI/edit?usp=sharing ] “ ...‘e came back one day, stinking like the pub with a red-mark on his cheek. The poor boy couldn’t even finish a glass of ale before gettin’ drunk like a fool - his younger brothers told me ‘e tried to woo some lass with stories of ‘ow to skin fish.”