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General Information
Name: Naculo Vendar
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 12th
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Age: 19
Birthplace: Outer Territories of the Galaxy. Planet (more of an asteroid really) has no name.
Physical Description (include clothing generally worn):Standing at a height of 5' 10" with a slender frame. Naculo's skin is Cerulean Blue with shaggy slate gray hair that comes just over his black eyes with carmine red irises and white pupils. He has a long narrow face with a pointy chin and a roman nose. His normal attire is a white tunic and bare feet stained with the dirt of his homeland. However his new circumstances are bound to change his attire.
Amongst his people there were many young ladies that found him handsome. I suppose it's up to his captors to decide if he matches their image of beauty. Though he has never had a mate as it their custom to mate in their 40's when a female becomes most fertile.
Personality: Naculo was at one time an energetic teen. Enthralled with the idea that his future was ahead of him and confidence that he would never leave his home. However since the raid he become extremely introverted and ruled by fear of the unknown. The only thing that brings him comfort at this time is praying to his god. While in the midst of prayer Naculo becomes serene and at peace with all. The true question here is if Naculo will escape his fears and timidity in the days to come and discover who he shall become.
Any Unique Abilities/Skills: Naculo is just now discovering who he is meant to be. His frame has given him and gracefulness of a dancer as that is what he was known for during his village's celebrations. He also seems to have a close sense to the supernatural as prayers to his god continue to give him a form of clarity rarely seen in anyone. Though not proficient in any form of fighting Naculo does seem to be quite capable in anything dealing with manual labor.
History: Naculo was born in the cool summer season of his tiny planet. His parents were farmers in his tiny village stuck on a very tiny planet in the far reaches of the universe. Life was good and simple for these people. They farmed and fished. They gave thanks for all that they had in their simple but good lives. They did so by praying to their only god, Fripona. There was always a holy man or woman to divine Fripona's will. So as was there custom at the birth of a child they celebrated and presented the child before the statue of Fripona to give thanks for new life and continuing the circle of their people. However when he was presented the statue billowed smoke engulfing the child. The holy man let a joyous cry and proclaimed this child would be blessed by Fripona until the end of his days. Of course the entire village celebrated such a wondrous occasion. So Naculo grew. He learned the ways of his people, how to farm and fish. To love nature and be respectful of it. He learned how to give back to it and he learned how to pray to Fripona with dance. It had always been said that Naculo found a true connection to Fripona when he moved to the rhythm of the drums and that Fripona was very pleased by this. Now this is the part where you would think something interesting would happen to Naculo but its not. His was a good simple life. Nothing outrageous or even extraordinary ever happened in his village and it never would. Their life in all of the villagers mind was perfect. However tragedy is the true nature of all our stories at some point and unfortunately for Naculo his had during the nineteenth year of his life.
Naculo had grown tall and lean and many of the girls in his village quite fancied him. His life would appear to be ready to thrive. But during a festival of the winter harvest strange men appeared in great numbers and they attacked. Confusion and terror filled all the people as they were hunted down and ensnared. Their village was set ablaze along with statue of Fripona. The sounds of weeping and gnashing of teeth was deafening as the strangers beat and killed countless people. They chained and beaten. Torn away from their families and shoved into dark tiny spaces that only fed to their panic. Then the doors were shut and Naculo all alone in the pitch black was left to tremble and weep for the loss of all that held dear. Unknowingly headed to his destiny and the will of Fripona.
RP Sample (required for all, 100 word minimum): The cerebration burned bright into the night as the drums and horns played a song with a rhythmic beat. The village was all present for the celebration pf the crystal comet that passed only every 54 years or as the stories were told. This was the time that the people were able to communicate with their ancestors and bring honor to them in the after life. It was also the time for all members of the tribe that felt their time was done to accept their fate and pass with the comet in a final act of honor. The few that had chosen their time were seated in front of the fire as music continued to play and intensify. Dancers came forward contorting and shaking their bodies to the beat. Naculo was one such dancer. His shaking wildly as he flipped and twirled around the fire. Moving in complete sequence with the drums Naculo twirled and flipped around the fire all the while picking up speed with the tempo. He pushed his body faster and faster ever focusing on praising their god. The drums almost sounded like a machine gun as Naculo gyrated ever faster then with a final crescendo of the beat they all stopped eyes gazed up to the passing comet that filled the night sky with its eerie light. Their arms were outstretched towards it as the people let out a unified chant and the comet began to back into the depths of space. All the while it's light still illuminated the three bodies of the chosen. Lying in the dirt with their throats slit and their blood soaking into the earth where they lay.
Mun Information
Preferred Name: Titus
Birthday: June 19th
RP Experience: 24 years
Preferred Means of Contact: PM
Random Fun Fact: Voice over artist
Name: Naculo Vendar
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 12th
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Age: 19
Birthplace: Outer Territories of the Galaxy. Planet (more of an asteroid really) has no name.
Physical Description (include clothing generally worn):Standing at a height of 5' 10" with a slender frame. Naculo's skin is Cerulean Blue with shaggy slate gray hair that comes just over his black eyes with carmine red irises and white pupils. He has a long narrow face with a pointy chin and a roman nose. His normal attire is a white tunic and bare feet stained with the dirt of his homeland. However his new circumstances are bound to change his attire.
Amongst his people there were many young ladies that found him handsome. I suppose it's up to his captors to decide if he matches their image of beauty. Though he has never had a mate as it their custom to mate in their 40's when a female becomes most fertile.
Personality: Naculo was at one time an energetic teen. Enthralled with the idea that his future was ahead of him and confidence that he would never leave his home. However since the raid he become extremely introverted and ruled by fear of the unknown. The only thing that brings him comfort at this time is praying to his god. While in the midst of prayer Naculo becomes serene and at peace with all. The true question here is if Naculo will escape his fears and timidity in the days to come and discover who he shall become.
Any Unique Abilities/Skills: Naculo is just now discovering who he is meant to be. His frame has given him and gracefulness of a dancer as that is what he was known for during his village's celebrations. He also seems to have a close sense to the supernatural as prayers to his god continue to give him a form of clarity rarely seen in anyone. Though not proficient in any form of fighting Naculo does seem to be quite capable in anything dealing with manual labor.
History: Naculo was born in the cool summer season of his tiny planet. His parents were farmers in his tiny village stuck on a very tiny planet in the far reaches of the universe. Life was good and simple for these people. They farmed and fished. They gave thanks for all that they had in their simple but good lives. They did so by praying to their only god, Fripona. There was always a holy man or woman to divine Fripona's will. So as was there custom at the birth of a child they celebrated and presented the child before the statue of Fripona to give thanks for new life and continuing the circle of their people. However when he was presented the statue billowed smoke engulfing the child. The holy man let a joyous cry and proclaimed this child would be blessed by Fripona until the end of his days. Of course the entire village celebrated such a wondrous occasion. So Naculo grew. He learned the ways of his people, how to farm and fish. To love nature and be respectful of it. He learned how to give back to it and he learned how to pray to Fripona with dance. It had always been said that Naculo found a true connection to Fripona when he moved to the rhythm of the drums and that Fripona was very pleased by this. Now this is the part where you would think something interesting would happen to Naculo but its not. His was a good simple life. Nothing outrageous or even extraordinary ever happened in his village and it never would. Their life in all of the villagers mind was perfect. However tragedy is the true nature of all our stories at some point and unfortunately for Naculo his had during the nineteenth year of his life.
Naculo had grown tall and lean and many of the girls in his village quite fancied him. His life would appear to be ready to thrive. But during a festival of the winter harvest strange men appeared in great numbers and they attacked. Confusion and terror filled all the people as they were hunted down and ensnared. Their village was set ablaze along with statue of Fripona. The sounds of weeping and gnashing of teeth was deafening as the strangers beat and killed countless people. They chained and beaten. Torn away from their families and shoved into dark tiny spaces that only fed to their panic. Then the doors were shut and Naculo all alone in the pitch black was left to tremble and weep for the loss of all that held dear. Unknowingly headed to his destiny and the will of Fripona.
RP Sample (required for all, 100 word minimum): The cerebration burned bright into the night as the drums and horns played a song with a rhythmic beat. The village was all present for the celebration pf the crystal comet that passed only every 54 years or as the stories were told. This was the time that the people were able to communicate with their ancestors and bring honor to them in the after life. It was also the time for all members of the tribe that felt their time was done to accept their fate and pass with the comet in a final act of honor. The few that had chosen their time were seated in front of the fire as music continued to play and intensify. Dancers came forward contorting and shaking their bodies to the beat. Naculo was one such dancer. His shaking wildly as he flipped and twirled around the fire. Moving in complete sequence with the drums Naculo twirled and flipped around the fire all the while picking up speed with the tempo. He pushed his body faster and faster ever focusing on praising their god. The drums almost sounded like a machine gun as Naculo gyrated ever faster then with a final crescendo of the beat they all stopped eyes gazed up to the passing comet that filled the night sky with its eerie light. Their arms were outstretched towards it as the people let out a unified chant and the comet began to back into the depths of space. All the while it's light still illuminated the three bodies of the chosen. Lying in the dirt with their throats slit and their blood soaking into the earth where they lay.
Mun Information
Preferred Name: Titus
Birthday: June 19th
RP Experience: 24 years
Preferred Means of Contact: PM
Random Fun Fact: Voice over artist
