Naimanzunadintsetseg
Udgan of the tumetsun
ㅤㅤ❝ I had a vision - and I saw white spirits and black spirits engaged in battle, and the sun was darkened - the thunder rolled in the Heavens, and blood flowed in streams - and I heard a voice saying, 'Such is your luck, such are you called to see, and let it come rough or smooth, you must surely bear it.' ❞
▍ ❝ THE MOST IMPORTANT.
please be 21+ to interact! MDNI! no bigots or creeps, i will always strive to create a safe space for anyone who needs it.▍ ❝ WHO AM I?
21+ RPer from the UK. 9 (i think?) years of RP experience! just here to make some fun stories and have a creative outlet. not about that drama, i'm always available for healthy and open communication!▍ ❝ CONTENT WARNING.
this character includes dark/mature themes, but i'm not one to force this on people. i'm just as happy with casual tavern talk! just be prepared for that if you plan to get involved long-term.remember you can always /tell me the second you're uncomfortable with anything and i'll accommodate! i'm very easy going and always want my writing partner(s) to enjoy themselves! this is all for fun!
▍ ❝ IC =/= OOC.
RP bleed has burnt me before, as much as i'm happy to gawk and fuss over storylines and OCs, i will not tolerate any OOC flirting, cruelty or overstepping of boundaries. just be nice!!▍ ❝ INITIATION ANXIETY.
sometimes I'm too nervous to approach people, but if I've got the RP tag on, feel free to walk up or send me a /tell! i'm happy to start something on the fly, take it to the wilderness, or set something up for another time▍ ❝ MARE SHARE.
moon codes are welcome, I'm easygoing with sharing them, I love seeing how people have made their oc's in game! that said, i fully respect people who are more hesitant to share mare for any reason. so feel free to share as soon or as late as you like (or not at all)! and don't stress if i ask and you want to turn it down! there's never any pressure nor upset with saying no!!!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Blood will tell,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbut it often tells too much. ❞
| character name | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| name | Naimanzunadintsetseg | pronouns | he / him |
| class | Berserker | race | Xaela |
| origin | Steppe-born (Tumetsun) | age | 25 |
| language | Common & Auri | orientation | Straight |
at a glance An unmoving mountain, how he stands unaffected by the world. a body of a warrior- tall, hulking, scarred. if looks could kill, he'd have three life sentences (but that's just how his face is, honest). a voice like charcoal and smoke, almost unchanging- much like his facial expression- despite hell or high waters.it isn't to say he's an aggressive, warring cliche of his kin. ask, and he'll answer. talk, and he'll listen. bleed, and he'll tend to you. the man is a protector of whomever he deems worthy of it, unbound by norms of morality or law.
height : 7 fulm something
weight : 250~ ponnze
eye color : a solar eclipse
hair color : Sleek black with a Shock of ashen blond
skin color : sandstone beige
piercings : None
tattoos : Weaved amongst scales
scars : From Head to Toe
POI : Increased scale growth & coverage, enlarged reptilian tail
accessories : jewellery for his horns, neck and fingers are rarely unseen.
Beneath the war paint
a deeper look: Stoic is a word that Naiman embodies. To endure a life of trials and tribulation with an unceasing grim resolve worn squarely upon his features. Perhaps he was more expressive, once. A boisterous child amongst the tumetsun tribe, an extreme cult-like splinter group from the tumet. But he couldn’t say. It all changed since his coming of age ritual.Alone and bound to a sacred tree. Where hunger and thirst sapped his strength and beasts lurked in that silent dark, he saw a vision. One of blood. A warning that would inspire his desperate struggle to rejoin his family- and warn them of what was to come. Sure enough, they would avoid the ambush of an opposing tribe but a sun later- and Naiman was given both his name, and title of Udgan, to study under his elder who had hitherto held the seat.Perhaps it was the weight of responsibility that muted what he felt he could share to the world. Or perhaps it was what he left unspoken of the dreams and nightmares that stirred in his mind. He would come to learn the rituals and secrets of his elder. Ones of blood.The boy quickly became a man. The man became a husband. The husband became a father. Becoming, like many others of his kin, a warrior of the Steppe, one who sought his honour in battle and gave counsel to his people. ever guided by visions deemed divine, never questioning where or why they were bestowed upon him. A blind faith that'd see him rise and rise. and once he had risen, there was only one place remaining for him- there was the fall.Death comes as naturally as life amongst the warring tribes, his was no different. an inevitibility that demanded he perform his duties as spiritual pillar, guiding his friends, his family in grieving and ceremony. perhaps he simply never expected there existed others so lacking in honour, so weak as warriors, that they would resort to things he thought unimaginable. that they would take what he held most dear. It wouldn't be the visions that brought him to retaliate. It was his own want, his own unleashing of emotion that would see his nightmares of blood brought to reality. and all for such little gain. - a lesson, then. this was why he had to keep his emotions in check. these visions? they were a gift, as they were a curse. they had taken root, and had grown into something deep and dark in his very core.Despite everything, his duties remained. To his people, to his land, to his Goddess above all. So when another vision burned the backs of his eyes, he did not hesitate to chase it. uncertain of why or how this came to be, only knowing that it had to be. His yol took him south to Bozja, to a war. One of blood.
voice reference:
alucard - castlevania (netflix)
positive traits
unflinching
accepting
a dutiful protector
stoic
negative traits
stubborn
overly serious
bad liar
stoic
likes
warm weather
his yol, Gan
performing his rituals
reading (though not very well)
dislikes
snowfall
ashkin
his traditions disrespected
bland food
CONNECTIONS.ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I will write your name in the ruin of them.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI will paint you across history in the color of their blood.. ❞
isla devaux.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
fatebound / friend / khurgaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
brought together by fate, bonded together by something more. isla is a cold, bloodthirsty assassin to most. to naim, she is a flustering fool who gets injured too often, and the only person he truly calls 'friend'.if he is her protector, then she is his anchor; a grounding force that manages to bring out the more human side of the stoic warrior, a feat nobody but she can claim.
a tall tower.
A case of RBF so firm, not even the next umbral calamity could get a reaction out of him. Naiman is, by all appearances, a grim and fearsome man. and yet- he's talkative enough. he can even be helpful. moved by the proper motivation of persuasion or price.two greataxes are often slung at his back, wielded with an immense strength. a build of power over dexterity. perhaps you have use for such an obvious warrior?
a red river.
The rituals and spellcraft he wields belongs to a subsect of steppe shamanism. focusing on the use of blood as a medium through various rites. naiman has learnt to wield the vitality of himself and others, to take or to gift.perhaps you hold an interest in these esoteric arts? do you fear them? are digusted by them? in need of them?
a bloodied scroll.
as an udgan, naiman recieves visions in the form of cryptic daydreams and torturous nightmares. usually tied by a theme of blood- though the interpretations can vary drastically.these visions are random things. callings, warnings, blessings. do they speak of you? do they warn of some tragedy headed your way? do they promise fortunes to your next venture?(/tell if you have any ideas and would like to set something up with this!)
a locked door.
the man's expression rarely and barely changes, akin to the tone of his voice. a self-inflicted discipline that holds a lifetime of visions imparted on him by ancestral spirits. ones that sink and fester into something insidious deep inside.There are hints, implications of something more. And yet he remains unchanging in the face of utter jubilee or complete insanity.need a 'straight man' for your comedy act? are you the type who wants to get a reaction? do you seek that flickering danger teased behind his eyes?
a hidden nook.
the written language is still something of a recent development amongst the steppe. introduced to naiman through his time amongst bozjan rebels and eorzean culture. it's rare to find him these suns without some sort of tome in his bag. attempting, in his own way, to broaden his horizons and seek out knowledge of the land.a fellow bibliophile? simply a nosey norman? his guilty pleasure is in romance novels, of all things.well, don't judge a book by its cover.
