Title: Erramun sem'Mitxel
Description: [Complete]
Description: [Complete]
Erramun sem'Mitxel - July 22, 2008 02:25 AM (GMT)
Character Name: Erramun (Raymond) sem’Mitxel
Canon/Original: Original
Gender: Male
Age: 21 winters
Family:
Father: Mitxel (Michael) sem’Marz, 40 winters
Mother: Gaxuxa (gracious) alab’Zuzen (fair, just), 36 winters
Siblings: Kerman (brother) sem’Mitxel, age 19 winters
Berezi (special) alab’Mitxel, 18 winters
Itxaro (Hope) alab’ Mitxel, 12 winters
Daughter: Alais (Joy) alab'Erramun, 3 winters
Spirit:: N/A
Occupation: Hunter
Place of Habitation: da'Zeru
Physical Description: Erramun stands 5'11", his frame not overly large but built with sinewy muscle. His skin tone is a medium brown, tanned by long hours spent outdoors. With long, straight black hair, it is often tied into two braids interwoven with strips of rawhide and adorned with feathers. His eyes are also dark, a deep shade of chestnut brown. Thick brows cover their lashes. A thin set of lips often set in a firm line and high cheekbones complete his facial features.
He wears a simple garb of smoothed leather tunic and leggings. He also wears a simple necklace, leather ties holding a smooth black stone he found as a boy along the river’s edge.
Personality: Erramun is steadfast in his beliefs, viewing all others as sacrilegious including those of the Endikai. He is loyal to his tribe and fearless in the face of danger. The combination makes him a valuable warrior to the Zerui and one of their most dedicated tribesmen. Erramun has a healthy dose of courage perhaps in large part due to a firm belief that death only leads to a greater life with the one true god, Eguzki. He honors the customs of his tribe, fully expecting obedience from women and bravery from men. He frowns and scorns weakness of the mind and body. His tolerance for those weaker than him is very limited, a trait that could possibly be labeled arrogance as well.
When his stubborn streak is alight, he can be an intimidating man but those closest to him know that he loves without condition though this emotion is definitely not extended towards the Thiasans or even the Endikai. Around fellow men, he is amiable and good company but since the passing of his spouse Gaztain, he has remained reserved and unattached when it comes to taking a new wife. Erramun has promised himself he would never love another woman as he did Gaztain. This pledge is based on fear though with all his pride and courage, he would never admit to such a thing. Fear is weakness after all. When he does love, it is without restriction. That is perhaps the most painful kind.
He enjoys his daughter though he leaves much of her care to his sister, Itxaro, and mother.
Somewhere deep inside him is a thirst for adventure. This is often quelled during a hunt in which he has learned great patience and mastered staying motionless for long hours without recognizing the bodily aches that come with it. He can detach his mind from feeling pain much in the same way he has detached his heart from ever feeling amorous towards another female.
Erramun also has a talent for skipping stones and whistling bird calls that sound so life-like that many can’t tell otherwise. He has a fascination with water though his swimming skills are rudimentary.
As Erramun experiences life, he will find he needs to learn acceptance and that strict obedience doesn’t always lead to greater good. This will be difficult for him to accept and he will resist.
History: As the eldest son born to his parents, Erramun worked closely with his father as a growing boy. He is their pride and joy, having excelled in the skill of hunting and tracking and becoming one of the favored men to partake in tribal hunts. His younger brother soon joined them and together, the ways of the Zerui were firmly instilled by their father. He, like all his siblings, are strong in their faith and steadfastly loyal to the warlord.
Erramun married at age 16 to the daughter of his father’s closest friend. She was 13 winters old and gave birth to their child the following winter. Gaztain was the model wife and mother, always obedient, always striving for quiet perfection. Erramun was proud of his wife and daughter. Love bloomed between them and warmed many a cold night. Little Alais prospered under her mother’s gentle nurturing care, growing strong and healthy. She toddled when she was a mere ten months old.
Another winter passed and soon summer’s full blaze began to sear across the vast fields. While Gaztain watched her daughter play as only a toddler can, she busied herself by picking the ripened berries found along a well worn trail behind the tribal tents. It was then that she failed to see the snake coiled against the stone, hidden by the plant’s overhanging leaves. Cornered by the solid rock behind it and feeling threatened as her delicate feet eased ever so nearer, the venomous snake lashed out and bit Erramun’s wife on her calf. She screamed, muffled so as she had also been raised to be strong in mind. Fearing Alais would also be bit and seeing her already coming to investigate her mother’s strange sound, Gaztain clutched a handful of sand and dirt, flinging it towards her daughter. Startled by the aggressive reaction and equally frightened, the little girl stilled her advance and began to bawl. It was Erramun’s youngest sister, Itxaro, who heard the sobbing child and came quickly to help.
Already Gaztain had lost feeling in her lower limbs, her arms outstretched to brace her fall. Itxaro called for Erramun, knowing he was nearby. Once he was there, grasping his wife with shocked disbelief, his sister ran to fetch the shaman with Alais still clutched in her arms.
The snake, having decided too many humans had suddenly shown up, slipped discreetly away while Erramun’s spouse fought for her life. Her tormented breaths grew rapid, her brow mopped with sweat. The shaman and Erramun stood vigilance over her bed of soft furs, steadily praying to Eguzki. Despite their fervent whispers, the poison effectively stopped the heart of Gaztain within 24 hours. She left her husband a widow with young child. Itxaro took to raising Alais and Erramun vowed never to love another woman.
Plot Potential: Erramun is being pressured by his father to remarry. Though he does not like the idea, he understands the need to have a mother for Alais. He would not be overly friendly at first, perhaps not ever but I’d like the wife to genuinely care about Alais at the least. I intend to add Alais into the auxiliary character list eventually.
Other plot ideas could concern the fact that Erramun is steadfast in his faith. He would not get along with the Endikai very well and his tolerance is limited. Maybe he could become injured in a skirmish and the Endikai take him to their camp and nurse him back to health. He is barely civil towards them and that is only because of the tentative truce now existing.
He opposes taking concubines as he believes the Zerui blood must remain pure and not be tainted by those of other races. He views any offspring from them as dogs, zakuri.
SAMPLE RP (with this character only): Itxaro prodded her brother with growing urgency. She knew he had been awake for hours, days even, and that he needed his rest but the matter couldn’t wait any longer. She fiercely whispered his name, her lips compressed thinly between each syllable. “Erramun! Erramun!”
He heard the voice subconsciously, its ringing tone seeming to sound from far away. Having recently returned from a large scale tribal hunt, the Baskari man had sought only his bed and fallen into a coma-like sleep an hour ago. Now there were hands on him, pushing, prodding. Erramun snapped awake, his eyes open in half-slits, his hands having automatically reached out to grasp his sister’s narrow wrists. “What is it Sister?” he hissed out unceremoniously. Short-tempered due to a serious lack of sleep, Erramun wanted only to return to that blackness but the look in his sibling’s eyes brought him to a stand instead. He dragged her up with him, nearly shaking her as he demanded the reason for her presence. It wasn’t that he meant to hurt her delicate skin but that look hadn’t been seen since Gaztain’s death. It was the look of terror; pure, unfiltered terror.
As her brother verbally commanded her to speak, Itxaro suddenly lost the ability. She began to shake, her thin arms popping out with goose bumps as tears threatened to spill down her tanned cheeks. “It’s... It’s Alais... I ... we... she’s... gone, just gone,” her voice stuttered through the words, unable to fully convey what happened. It was enough though. Erramun had understood. His daughter was missing. Itxaro had failed to keep watch on her, something his late wife had never done. He released her then, storming from the tent as she flopped against the blanket, her fingers clenched within it’s tufts as hysterical sobs were muffled against the fur. She had only one more winter before she would be of age and she couldn’t even raise her brother’s child without losing her.
Erramun strode through the camp with the powerful gait of a man on a mission. His gaze swept around him as he walked, barking out his daughter’s name. She had done this once before, shortly after her mother’s cremation. Erramun had found her in the berry bushes as if she was looking for the lost parent. With a harsh scolding followed by a kiss for good measure, he had returned the wayward child to her aunt but now as he reached that particular spot, there was no visible sign of Alais. It was then that Erramun felt the sharp pain in the pit of his stomach, knew instantly that she was in trouble and he’d better hurry. His moccasins thudded quietly against the ground as he raced further down the path. Only when he saw his daughter’s dark hair pooled out behind her on the ground and her legs pulled up against her tummy did he forget the anger felt towards Itxaro. It was replaced by worry. When he picked up his daughter, she moaned lightly, her grubby arms going round her father’s neck to hold him. He brushed his lips against her forehead, carrying his progeny back to the tent for closer inspection.
His mother had taken over by then, having wisely sent Itxaro away and instead using her other daughter, Berezi, as help. Berezi was heavy with child, the second baby well on its way to life. Erramun gently placed his daugher into his mother’s arms, wiping a stray lock of raven hair from her chubby cheek. His mother was a smart woman and she briefly rested her hand on her son’s arm, reassuring him without spoken words.
Alais had somehow managed to wander from sight, tripping and falling on upturned roots as she ran about in play or fright. Fortunately she suffered only bruising and scraped knees hence why she had curled up and pouted. Once Erramun knew of her stable condition, he forgot all about catching up on missed sleep. Instead he kneeled outside his eastern facing tent entrance and prayed his gratitude to Eguzki.
What's the name of the Creator God the Endikai worship?: ((yes))
Erramun sem'Mitxel--Jay Tavare
Canon/Original: Original
Gender: Male
Age: 21 winters
Family:
Father: Mitxel (Michael) sem’Marz, 40 winters
Mother: Gaxuxa (gracious) alab’Zuzen (fair, just), 36 winters
Siblings: Kerman (brother) sem’Mitxel, age 19 winters
Berezi (special) alab’Mitxel, 18 winters
Itxaro (Hope) alab’ Mitxel, 12 winters
Daughter: Alais (Joy) alab'Erramun, 3 winters
Spirit:: N/A
Occupation: Hunter
Place of Habitation: da'Zeru
Physical Description: Erramun stands 5'11", his frame not overly large but built with sinewy muscle. His skin tone is a medium brown, tanned by long hours spent outdoors. With long, straight black hair, it is often tied into two braids interwoven with strips of rawhide and adorned with feathers. His eyes are also dark, a deep shade of chestnut brown. Thick brows cover their lashes. A thin set of lips often set in a firm line and high cheekbones complete his facial features.
He wears a simple garb of smoothed leather tunic and leggings. He also wears a simple necklace, leather ties holding a smooth black stone he found as a boy along the river’s edge.
Personality: Erramun is steadfast in his beliefs, viewing all others as sacrilegious including those of the Endikai. He is loyal to his tribe and fearless in the face of danger. The combination makes him a valuable warrior to the Zerui and one of their most dedicated tribesmen. Erramun has a healthy dose of courage perhaps in large part due to a firm belief that death only leads to a greater life with the one true god, Eguzki. He honors the customs of his tribe, fully expecting obedience from women and bravery from men. He frowns and scorns weakness of the mind and body. His tolerance for those weaker than him is very limited, a trait that could possibly be labeled arrogance as well.
When his stubborn streak is alight, he can be an intimidating man but those closest to him know that he loves without condition though this emotion is definitely not extended towards the Thiasans or even the Endikai. Around fellow men, he is amiable and good company but since the passing of his spouse Gaztain, he has remained reserved and unattached when it comes to taking a new wife. Erramun has promised himself he would never love another woman as he did Gaztain. This pledge is based on fear though with all his pride and courage, he would never admit to such a thing. Fear is weakness after all. When he does love, it is without restriction. That is perhaps the most painful kind.
He enjoys his daughter though he leaves much of her care to his sister, Itxaro, and mother.
Somewhere deep inside him is a thirst for adventure. This is often quelled during a hunt in which he has learned great patience and mastered staying motionless for long hours without recognizing the bodily aches that come with it. He can detach his mind from feeling pain much in the same way he has detached his heart from ever feeling amorous towards another female.
Erramun also has a talent for skipping stones and whistling bird calls that sound so life-like that many can’t tell otherwise. He has a fascination with water though his swimming skills are rudimentary.
As Erramun experiences life, he will find he needs to learn acceptance and that strict obedience doesn’t always lead to greater good. This will be difficult for him to accept and he will resist.
History: As the eldest son born to his parents, Erramun worked closely with his father as a growing boy. He is their pride and joy, having excelled in the skill of hunting and tracking and becoming one of the favored men to partake in tribal hunts. His younger brother soon joined them and together, the ways of the Zerui were firmly instilled by their father. He, like all his siblings, are strong in their faith and steadfastly loyal to the warlord.
Erramun married at age 16 to the daughter of his father’s closest friend. She was 13 winters old and gave birth to their child the following winter. Gaztain was the model wife and mother, always obedient, always striving for quiet perfection. Erramun was proud of his wife and daughter. Love bloomed between them and warmed many a cold night. Little Alais prospered under her mother’s gentle nurturing care, growing strong and healthy. She toddled when she was a mere ten months old.
Another winter passed and soon summer’s full blaze began to sear across the vast fields. While Gaztain watched her daughter play as only a toddler can, she busied herself by picking the ripened berries found along a well worn trail behind the tribal tents. It was then that she failed to see the snake coiled against the stone, hidden by the plant’s overhanging leaves. Cornered by the solid rock behind it and feeling threatened as her delicate feet eased ever so nearer, the venomous snake lashed out and bit Erramun’s wife on her calf. She screamed, muffled so as she had also been raised to be strong in mind. Fearing Alais would also be bit and seeing her already coming to investigate her mother’s strange sound, Gaztain clutched a handful of sand and dirt, flinging it towards her daughter. Startled by the aggressive reaction and equally frightened, the little girl stilled her advance and began to bawl. It was Erramun’s youngest sister, Itxaro, who heard the sobbing child and came quickly to help.
Already Gaztain had lost feeling in her lower limbs, her arms outstretched to brace her fall. Itxaro called for Erramun, knowing he was nearby. Once he was there, grasping his wife with shocked disbelief, his sister ran to fetch the shaman with Alais still clutched in her arms.
The snake, having decided too many humans had suddenly shown up, slipped discreetly away while Erramun’s spouse fought for her life. Her tormented breaths grew rapid, her brow mopped with sweat. The shaman and Erramun stood vigilance over her bed of soft furs, steadily praying to Eguzki. Despite their fervent whispers, the poison effectively stopped the heart of Gaztain within 24 hours. She left her husband a widow with young child. Itxaro took to raising Alais and Erramun vowed never to love another woman.
Plot Potential: Erramun is being pressured by his father to remarry. Though he does not like the idea, he understands the need to have a mother for Alais. He would not be overly friendly at first, perhaps not ever but I’d like the wife to genuinely care about Alais at the least. I intend to add Alais into the auxiliary character list eventually.
Other plot ideas could concern the fact that Erramun is steadfast in his faith. He would not get along with the Endikai very well and his tolerance is limited. Maybe he could become injured in a skirmish and the Endikai take him to their camp and nurse him back to health. He is barely civil towards them and that is only because of the tentative truce now existing.
He opposes taking concubines as he believes the Zerui blood must remain pure and not be tainted by those of other races. He views any offspring from them as dogs, zakuri.
SAMPLE RP (with this character only): Itxaro prodded her brother with growing urgency. She knew he had been awake for hours, days even, and that he needed his rest but the matter couldn’t wait any longer. She fiercely whispered his name, her lips compressed thinly between each syllable. “Erramun! Erramun!”
He heard the voice subconsciously, its ringing tone seeming to sound from far away. Having recently returned from a large scale tribal hunt, the Baskari man had sought only his bed and fallen into a coma-like sleep an hour ago. Now there were hands on him, pushing, prodding. Erramun snapped awake, his eyes open in half-slits, his hands having automatically reached out to grasp his sister’s narrow wrists. “What is it Sister?” he hissed out unceremoniously. Short-tempered due to a serious lack of sleep, Erramun wanted only to return to that blackness but the look in his sibling’s eyes brought him to a stand instead. He dragged her up with him, nearly shaking her as he demanded the reason for her presence. It wasn’t that he meant to hurt her delicate skin but that look hadn’t been seen since Gaztain’s death. It was the look of terror; pure, unfiltered terror.
As her brother verbally commanded her to speak, Itxaro suddenly lost the ability. She began to shake, her thin arms popping out with goose bumps as tears threatened to spill down her tanned cheeks. “It’s... It’s Alais... I ... we... she’s... gone, just gone,” her voice stuttered through the words, unable to fully convey what happened. It was enough though. Erramun had understood. His daughter was missing. Itxaro had failed to keep watch on her, something his late wife had never done. He released her then, storming from the tent as she flopped against the blanket, her fingers clenched within it’s tufts as hysterical sobs were muffled against the fur. She had only one more winter before she would be of age and she couldn’t even raise her brother’s child without losing her.
Erramun strode through the camp with the powerful gait of a man on a mission. His gaze swept around him as he walked, barking out his daughter’s name. She had done this once before, shortly after her mother’s cremation. Erramun had found her in the berry bushes as if she was looking for the lost parent. With a harsh scolding followed by a kiss for good measure, he had returned the wayward child to her aunt but now as he reached that particular spot, there was no visible sign of Alais. It was then that Erramun felt the sharp pain in the pit of his stomach, knew instantly that she was in trouble and he’d better hurry. His moccasins thudded quietly against the ground as he raced further down the path. Only when he saw his daughter’s dark hair pooled out behind her on the ground and her legs pulled up against her tummy did he forget the anger felt towards Itxaro. It was replaced by worry. When he picked up his daughter, she moaned lightly, her grubby arms going round her father’s neck to hold him. He brushed his lips against her forehead, carrying his progeny back to the tent for closer inspection.
His mother had taken over by then, having wisely sent Itxaro away and instead using her other daughter, Berezi, as help. Berezi was heavy with child, the second baby well on its way to life. Erramun gently placed his daugher into his mother’s arms, wiping a stray lock of raven hair from her chubby cheek. His mother was a smart woman and she briefly rested her hand on her son’s arm, reassuring him without spoken words.
Alais had somehow managed to wander from sight, tripping and falling on upturned roots as she ran about in play or fright. Fortunately she suffered only bruising and scraped knees hence why she had curled up and pouted. Once Erramun knew of her stable condition, he forgot all about catching up on missed sleep. Instead he kneeled outside his eastern facing tent entrance and prayed his gratitude to Eguzki.
What's the name of the Creator God the Endikai worship?: ((yes))
Erramun sem'Mitxel--Jay Tavare
King Aedan I - July 23, 2008 03:32 AM (GMT)
Lots of dead wives! It's a good plotline, and a nice history. You've clearly read the info, which I greatly appreciate. And I like the idea of someone who will try to put a brake on the Endikai/Zeri alliance.
Let's see... I would like you to think more about his personality--add some depth, think of a character arc--you know? You needn't write more, but it's good to consider those things.
I think there are a great many people you can RP with. Any Endikai and Zerui--I imagine, too, that he wouldn't approve of the captured interloper girl (Renna Mochrie) who's the concubine of one of the Zerui (Izotz sem'Hibai). You might also want to check out Indar sem'Odol (datura dealer), Gergori sem'Unai (resident mad blind--long story--warrior)... etc. I suggest posting in our plot forum (History's Scribes ---> Conspiracy and Conquest subforum) and looking for some plottage. People like to reply to requests rather than open threads, I think, so they can get to know what you have in mind for your character. Later, it's easier to be spontaneous. A shame, but that's how it is.
In any case, lovely app, and welcome to Thiasa!
Let's see... I would like you to think more about his personality--add some depth, think of a character arc--you know? You needn't write more, but it's good to consider those things.
I think there are a great many people you can RP with. Any Endikai and Zerui--I imagine, too, that he wouldn't approve of the captured interloper girl (Renna Mochrie) who's the concubine of one of the Zerui (Izotz sem'Hibai). You might also want to check out Indar sem'Odol (datura dealer), Gergori sem'Unai (resident mad blind--long story--warrior)... etc. I suggest posting in our plot forum (History's Scribes ---> Conspiracy and Conquest subforum) and looking for some plottage. People like to reply to requests rather than open threads, I think, so they can get to know what you have in mind for your character. Later, it's easier to be spontaneous. A shame, but that's how it is.
In any case, lovely app, and welcome to Thiasa!
Erramun sem'Mitxel - July 23, 2008 12:17 PM (GMT)
Thanks! I did revise some of his personality as well as add additional plot potential. I hope that improves upon what I had originally.
I will get to that forum you mentioned. Thanks for the tip!
I will get to that forum you mentioned. Thanks for the tip!