Name: Eero -Teperoro Bloodline-
Country Affiliation: Imuchakk
Race: Imuchakk
Tier: D-tier
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: 18 + August 16, xxxx
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality:
Normal Bias | Eero, is from a long line of warriors both men and women alike who carry the will of their ancestor Teperoro. Tending to have a grace-like violent nature to them with hints of generosity that goes on for miles even to the sinister people. Altruistic in a way, he thrives off helping others below him, being that higher power to change someone else outcome makes him smile on the inside. Normally on his face is a smile, with a longing gaze hidden by his icy stare to whomever, one can take it as him being pissed another could take it as smug, like he’s looking down on them.
Towards Others | Eero, does not like talking to new people, let alone trust easily. He may have a gentle smile and offer help, but once that runs out he discards all previous alliances, bond, etc… meaning all is up in the air. This way of interacting happening after his people in the village sided with the one who killed his grandfather, and father. Taking at most a long hard months, too maybe a year to give someone his trust outside of working towards a singular goal. Outcomes to him of others matter little as all life besides his, and his mother are beneath him.
In Battle | Eero, is a warrior first and foremost. He however sees battle as a hunt, leading him to all sorts of taunting, uncommon tricks, strategy, and perceive strikes in his ideal style of ‘hunting’ opponents. Unable to learn the rest of his grandfathers, and fathers style of hunting he had to continue on with his own doing the fundamentals over and over. Using different breathing techniques with a bow, taking hold of stances or lowered squats/poses to increase his mobility, or going in for the good ole close combat for jagged charged, or quick blows with his immense strength. He believes himself to be like a devil, or dragon using his poses to insight fear, before attacking his opponent. He cares little of others attack believing to play heavily into his natural defense before focusing on his other defense in skills.
Likes:
- Finding a extreme interest into getting off on pleasure, he finds it as the most potent and raw emotion to feel giving him the full peak, and uncontrollable libido.
- Going into deep thoughts about his week, or previous months reliving the moments in his mind trying to better himself mentally.
- Enjoys putting time into reading, always has since a young age. Ready to learn anything new along his journey, hoping to reach new theories, see new thought patterns from others, or eventually have a excellent understanding of each region.
- The different tastes of fruits remind him of the different emotions one can experience, so he enjoys trying new fruits they receive on the island once in awhile; Especially liking grapes the most.
- Having the belief of gods isn't common, but he enjoys being able to place his faith in a higher power hoping one day to be blessed by them.
Dislikes:
- Seeing in how someone could act bored, or distant towards someone pisses him off. Being someone who enjoys emotions through his life. That people who waste them just makes him want to agitate them.
- The human race doesn't fascinate him, they even leave a bitter taste in his mouth after briefly speaking to them. It's sort of a racism problem for him, but to him they should be bottom of the food chain, even below animals.
- Hates heading too many rhetorical questions asked by others instead of getting to the point, three or so don't bother him too much.
Aspirations:
- Some in his village may not enjoy magic, or anything that does not fall under the normal level of physics, he is somewhat fascinated by it. Believing that the gods blessed certain people, especially his grandfather Teperoro, with the will to summon elements, change their bodies, or do something that one could not explain. He wants to be able to speak with a god and get there blessing and obtain the ability to shapeshift, but that is a far fetched ideal. Only to obtain this power to fight Asisiak to redeem his family honor
- Even though he does not like the united village chief too much, he would still like to prove himself and fight the rampaging unicorn for his coming of age ceremonial trail. He at least could do this and earn his name since his grandfather, and father aren’t here to see him get it, it for his mother and all remaining to recognise him. He cares more about reconginist than their acknowledgement, and acceptance.
Phobias/fears: He does not fear people, animals, or even death itself. He is afraid of losing all of his emotions; Being able to handle hard decisions with anxiety, and angst, the bottomless gut feeling of needing to win, a longing pain from desperation settling in one's mind, or even becoming nervous to the point his body does not respond to commands. The very thought of not being able to have emotions makes death the easier way out, nothing scares him more then losing them.
Face-Claim: Koon Eduan | Tower Of God
Hair Color: Crystal Blue
Eye Color: Crystal Blue
Height: 7' 2" (218 cm)
Weight: 193 lb (87.5 kg)
Appearance:
Above Neck | Eero is from the clan bloodline of the Teperoro, or Tepes for short. Raised on old traditions of Imuchakk’s, his family don’t wear the headscarf with the horn on their forehead, it is used to wrap they silky, smooth crystal blue hair leaving a long shoulder length ponytail behind. He dons his clans long deep blue earrings; Said to have much resemblance to his ancestor with pale pearly white skin, eyes so clear you could see the oceans water in them. He has stoic facial expression, until spoken too.
Below Neck | Eero wears a tightly fitted sleeveless gi, with a loose fitted robe with long baggy sleeves. The gi having the colors of black with a blue trim; The robe is white in color with a sky blue trim inscripted by a three white stripe design. Tattooed on his right shoulder of his family clans marking, all the young must receive which is there own custom and not the entries Imuchakk. He walks in a lazied, jokerish loose style moving his limbs around as if they were broken even though he is quite tall.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: A tattoo on his right shoulder drawn on by his grandfather.
History:
- Family Story~
Fifth-teen to Sixteen year ago prior, his grandfather Teperoro ran one of the tribes as a chieftain. His father, Xejijero right hand to his father found themselves in times of intense conflicts with acquiring sea live for their food source, and increased problems from the rampaging unicorn eating away at the population. With the increased population of the unicorn's, Teperoro sought out another way to defeat these formidable creatures. Even going to the lengths of sacrificing innocents in his village on hunting trips, beside his own blood clansmen.
The scavenger Asisiak, ‘The Demolisher’ appeared with her most loyal subordinates called ‘The Sabertooth Warriors’ in return to battle the unicorns. Returning did not bring her any glory, and even another tribe questioned her appearance back on the ice cap. Hard, and a long fierce battle demonstrated by four imuchakk's alone slaying their hunt. Bestowing upon the chieftains of each tribe, no solid number of how many heads saw this feat, but one thing for sure. There was small groups of chieftains which included Teperoro as some who still did not agree with the women running the entire clan.
With boast of unification, Asisiak won over many. She could not win the old man, and his son over. Just the two them with slight comments from the others who disagreed lead to the thought of, why should we allow this women to unify us? Is there a change she can bring? How can we force her hand? Certain things that Teperoro did were deliberate, and was to force his outcome. He was a man of the hunt, and loved a great fight. Xejijero knew his father well, he knew he was going to be a father as well; How could a father leave his son, or daughter before them being born, but he also found duty in what he believed. Belief, and Stubbornness found themselves killing innocents. Against Xejijero's heart for his people, he spilled no blood, but his father knew it was to push a kind heart.
Teperoro, and Asisiak found themselves on a bloody summit, alongside her three warriors and Xejijero. Xejijero fought for four continuous days, covered in scars and bloody cuts. The three warriors known as the Sabertooth's ending his life, with Teperoro going another two days after before falling prey to Asisiak. While she want to be merciful, he cussed, and spit on the women edging her to end his life and end the spilling on the innocents blood by their brethren hands. - The Black Lining~
Sixteen years after, remotely close to the mountains covered in a winter's forest. Anger, desperation, and the feeling of isolation hover in the air around their trees. His mother, Hanesisi wore light tanned rugged, and tattered long sleeved cloths, with her hair half up in a pony. In her records, she keeps records of the hunt around in these times of peace. Raised by only her, the blacking lining was Eeroro. Drilled by studies of the old language, family tactical techniques and breathing techniques, weekly endurance and strength workouts, and trying to be a isolated kid in the woods. Straying from the villages, seen as the black sheep of the entire race, clansmen with the tattoo on their right shoulder are spoken of by all, but not too. Few living on the outskirts, few being about eight. Eeroro existences in the grey area, and is young in life. Much like his grandfather, same in spirit and physique; He looked to be the hope of getting the vengeance of not having a father, or even knowing his grandfather.
