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Welcome all

hmm.. lotsa maggots nowadays *taps foot impatiently at Sly* starting to think you might need some help getting these little buggers through bootcamp

Hello my name is Getiz. I'm a no-nonsense homin, I belive more in what I can swing or shoot than all this bickering between the Kami and Karavan. More than happy to do what it takes to get the job done, even if that means using some "alternative methods". I have been brought into the guild by Kostika, I just hope I can do well by her.

Hates - Crabs

Loves - Tryker Girls (nightly)

swabym2 wrote:Hello my name is Getiz. I'm a no-nonsense homin, I belive more in what I can swing or shoot than all this bickering between the Kami and Karavan. More than happy to do what it takes to get the job done, even if that means using some "alternative methods". I have been brought into the guild by Kostika, I just hope I can do well by her.

Hates - Crabs

Loves - Tryker Girls (nightly)

A homin after my own heart! Welcome aboard!

Hey everyone my name is Bigmoose im fairly new to Atys i started in Zora where I met a few Kami worshippers and i unknowingly joined them when i decided to go nuetral whew it got ugly Kami worshippers are pretty damn seriouse i can vouch for that well anyhoo im a melee warrior by trade hittin thngs is my kind of game style standing back and wigling my finger just doesnt work and i love to CP. ))

Cracke is my name, Im proud fyros warrior. Some of the materials found in our great home desert take shape in my hands. I was born in the old lands, my father was warrior who fell in battle against Kitin, and my mother was normal tribal woman, taking care of me and my sister. I was sent to academy at my 15th birthday, sun light was reflecting from the surface of nearby oasis when I said goodbye to my mother and sister. I saw them last time that day, kitins attacked my village week after I left, so Im only one left of our tribe, its my duty to avenge. I studied 5 years in academy, untill kitin threath was too big and we all had to leave to ruins of silan for some proper training rangers there provided.
After I was done with the training I left rangers camp and arrived to our great capital. Now Im seeking more fyros who share common goal with me. My axe shall not fall into the sands of our homelands untill I get my revenge.

Hello there...
My name is Eanur...A Fyros like any other. Raised to fight, to protect my people, my home...

Two years ago my parents (with the fear to loose me for kitins) sent me to the Ruins of Silan...A small island, you know...

But I don't like that decision. I want to stay and help my city.

So I keep training...a hard training... some times I wish to die...but I remember everyone that I leave behind...so I persist..

And now im back. Im here, at home...my beautiful Pyr!

But im not entirely satisfied...Protect my city is not enough for me...I want eradicate those monsters once and for all!

Yes...but im just a young Fyros...I dont know much about the world...
So I decided to leave my city, learn what I can, become a better warrior...

The day to leave my home comes...and what a great day!
Just outside of Pyr Gates, I meet her...Kostika...
She tell me about the Samsara...exatly what I need...yes...
Now I have a chance to become stronger...to see the world...to learn many diferent things...yes...

I found a new family...and for they I will give my life.


[Sorry about my english...is not my native language ^^]

Welcome to the Family Eanur. I know you will be a good addition to our ranks.

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Born as Zorai, everyone expected me to become truly follover of Ma Duk, specially since my father was one of the high Priests of Kami in zora temple.

I lived happy childhood, had loving family and lots of buddies to play with, but once the 15th summer of my life started, my father took me with him to the Kami temple to start my studies. I never understood this destiny i was tossed in, and did not like that i was forced to something. Not wanting to take the teachings of Kami, the priests and other students gave me some hard time, and often i found myself staring to the emptyness, picturing the freedom i wanted.

I was captured in the temple for 3 years, in that time i learned to trust nobody except myself, no higher power can make my destiny, It is me who makes those decisions. Finally i got my chance to escape when the temple guards were distracted by one crazy Zora Kovan, who mindlessly runned towards the temple.

I was free, but then it hitted me: i could never go back to my home, i could never see my family again, i caused too much shame and trouble allready to them.
What now, how i'm going to get food, clothes, shelter..how can i survive for now on? I travelled long way and had time to think, I'm going to be free, make my own decisions, No higher power tells me what to do! i'll survive, one way or the other, but i will.

I ended my joyrney to the Ruins of Silan, once so glory town, now, nothing but shattered ruins...I started my new life there, quickly forgetting all my old teachings and bad memories, I did some minor tasks to get food and clothes at start, but quickly i got stronger and more skilled, got more challenging missions and finally, the task i remember my whole life, It was mis aged fyros lady who contacted me, she wanted to get rid of certain bandit chief...She was asking me to kill another Homin, Criminal one, but still (some peoples thought that even i was criminal by then, have to say: some of my 'tasks' were bit douptfull yes), but i knew, if i take that job, there's no return...

I was mercenary, and i love it...after getting enough dappers, i left the ruins and decided to head back my homelands, since some rumors of some mercenaries of Atys uniting had come to my ears...

"aarrghh....okay okay i tell you..i know this one guy...zahan, contact him"
...those were the last words of one Zora Kovan, poor ******* but atleast i got what i wanted..a name.

( Sorry about typos or wrong words, uh... bit long too )

I recieved a newsletter from a friendly Fyros one day, and have been reading it for a while. All I can say is, I'm intrigued and insulted.
When did I become a sand-maggot? I may be a rather bald Fyros, still wearing his refugee clothing, wielding an axe barbaricly, and enjoying the hunt more than life, including the hunt for women, but I'm not a sand-maggot.

Either way, I've stated why I am insulted, yet here is why I am intrigued.
As far as anyone is concerned, I'm a wildsman in training. Still learning how to manipulate the way of sap, still learning how to tie my own boots, still learning how to pull weeds out of the land for various reasons, yet still lobbing heads off and earning the title "Barbaric".

I'd like to have a different title. I'd like to be known for who I am, -and- what I do. I'd like to belong to something other than the other side of the camp where all the homeless stay. I'm currently living in a camp on a training Isle, though I dream of living in Pyr on the mainland as an "Ugly Sand-maggot" of the Samsara.

Troen Dalkata,
Requesting permission to
Report for duty.

((OOC information for those not able to pick up the hints through roleplay: My character is not very attractive, or talented at anything other than fighting, but he's still a person. Hopefully my character can develop more through roleplaying, and I hope I can be accepted to roleplay amongst every other Sand-maggot.))

Permission granted Troen. Slythe will contact you shortly if you have not heard from him already.