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A day later, Kaum awoke on the sandy shores near the Eblan Capitol. Hammer and sword breaker lay beside him, and he held each in his hands. In his dark sleep, he heard a voice, or two voices, or hundreds speak to him, whispering forgotten secrets. The words were a dreary haze now, but one thing he knew now for certain, as he began to walk towards the outline of the Capitol. He had to live with purpose. He had to live, because, he knew, he could not die. | A day later, Kaum awoke on the sandy shores near the Eblan Capitol. Hammer and sword breaker lay beside him, and he held each in his hands. In his dark sleep, he heard a voice, or two voices, or hundreds speak to him, whispering forgotten secrets. The words were a dreary haze now, but one thing he knew now for certain, as he began to walk towards the outline of the Capitol. He had to live with purpose. He had to live, because, he knew, he could not die. | ||
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Latest revision as of 16:46, 18 September 2006
Biological | |
Full name: | Kaum Odaki |
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Born: | ? / ? / 23WR |
Birthplace: | Unknown, presumed Transbaron |
Sex: | Male |
Race: | Human |
Hair: | Shaved with pony tail, naturally brown |
Eyes: | Blue |
Height: | 6'0" |
Weight: | 200lbs. |
Personal | |
Marital Status: | Single |
Family/Relationships: | {{{family}}} |
Religion: | Tahranism |
Title: | Supplicant of Paladins Templar |
Nicknames: | None |
Hobbies: | Meditating |
Known skills: | Martial arts, hammer and sword breaker combo, blacksmithing (mediocre) |
Favorite color: | Sapphire |
Inspiration: | The Paladin Cecil, King Edge |
Motto: | |
He was brought to an orphanage set up for wartime orphans, he received the name Kaum Odaki and was raised there till the age of 3. At this time the Orphanage was one of many civilian targets struck by the Dark Wrath as they realized their impending defeat. Kaum and one other orphan survived the attack, a young girl named Maraih who died soon after of injuries she got while trying to save Kaum.
Despondent and refusing to speak, Kaum was taken to a Monastery when the war ended. There he learned to read and write, defend himself, and overcome the grief of never knowing a family. Kaum still blames himself for the death of his parents and friends, and perhaps for good reason. Tragedy followed him to the Monastery.
It was no secret that there had been a fierce hostility between the Monks following the ways of Tahran the Light God and a less known, but far more dangerous sect of ninjas opposed to the new religion. The ninja clan had been believed to have vanished or been destroyed during the Great War, but the cold night of October 15th, 42WR changed that belief. A swarm of assasins invaded the Monastery late into the night, catching most of the Monks unawares. Kaum, training as a blacksmith and sleeping in the shed behind the smithy was awoken by the sounds of his master’s death cry. Running in to avenge him, Kaum grabbed the closest weapons at hand: his master’s blacksmithing hammer, and an unfinished sword breaker. Enraged by his master’s murder and fueled by a growing guilt over yet another “family” being destroyed by his presence, Kaum mercilessly tore his way through the ranks of the ninjas, disarming and crushing all he could find.
In the end, as the red light of dawn spilled over the stained Monastery wall, Kaum had been able to save few, the assassins had overwhelmed the waning monks too greatly. Covered in blood, none of which his own, Kaum searched for any survivors besides the handful of servants and pages he had been able to rescue. Unable to find any face he called friend or family among the living, he despaired. Abandoning the broken Monastery, the devastated young man threw himself into the River Eb, intent on drowning himself.
A day later, Kaum awoke on the sandy shores near the Eblan Capitol. Hammer and sword breaker lay beside him, and he held each in his hands. In his dark sleep, he heard a voice, or two voices, or hundreds speak to him, whispering forgotten secrets. The words were a dreary haze now, but one thing he knew now for certain, as he began to walk towards the outline of the Capitol. He had to live with purpose. He had to live, because, he knew, he could not die.