Re: Character creation thread
Greetings, fellow Heroes.
I am Nkruma, originally from Ophir, but let's not go back there, shall we?
Though I was born a slave, I can assure you that I can read and write. A little. I speak both Ophir and Atlantean with some ease. As you can plainly see, I am an Asena. I am also a consecrated devotee of Olukun, the Unknowable One. As such, I look forward to getting to know all of you better.
I carry both bow and gladius as well as my own claws. I am proficient... enough... in the use of all of them, though I prefer the simplicity of the bow. I am a competent tracker. As Olokun is tied to the moon and its tides pull at the seas, so am I tied to the spirit-wolf. I am no sorcerer. In truth, what little magic I can coax from spirit-wolf is more of a personal nature.
OoC:
I whipped up an Asena Slayer (Scout).
He's currently 30-something, so he's about a decade shy of middle age.
I'm from Ophir - a country with some civilized cities on the coast, but wild in the interior. I had an urban/civilized upbringing, but was born a slave.
Relationship: 1 - an Enemy that I stole an artifact from, they want my life ruined
Internal: 2 - Code of Conduct, I'm a consecrated priest of Olukun and follow his strictures closely as well as trying to adhere to the conduct of the Orixa in general.
External: 2 - Being a Fugitive. I'm on the run from the law in Ophir and haven't gone back. Sometimes, agents from Ophir might catch up with me, and if we sail into an Ophiran port, I might have to hide out.
Nkuma is 1.6m tall and around 70 kg. A thin, lean figure of an Asena.
Nkruma was born to a slave family in the jewel cities of Ophir. He was the servant of a minor noble family and learned to read and write (illicitly) alongside the children of the Master.
While on a ship watching over the Master's sons, he awakened during the night and went out on deck to stare down into the dark depths of the sea. While he did so, Olukun himself came to him, bestowing upon him a great cloak the dark blue color of the sea and lined at its bottom with small shells. A great treasure, Nkruma hid the cloak away. He doesn't remember much about that night. He knows that Olukun spoke to him, but when tries to remember the words, they are little more than the roaring of surf in his ears.
When he was 15, the Master's sons were killed by rivals. Since the boys were the charge of his family, they were cast out of the Master's service and driven from the city, guilty of the slaying even if only by negligence.
Afterwards, Nkruma signed on with another noble family as a guard. While doing so, his manners were polished. He spoke one day to a man whom Nkruma thought was but an alcolyte or another servant of his encounter with Olukun; as a result, the priests bought his freedom and sent him to study in the city. While there, Olukun made known to the priests that Nkruma was chosen by him. He learned much, but also learned that the life of a priest was not his life, for his heart burned with fire.
He left the temple after a night spent carousing in town. He wrestled a local Nubian champion and won. The Nubian encouraged him to become a warrior. And so, for the past five years, Nkruma has been something of a mercenary. Though he has gained great Renown and honed his skills, he still feels that there is something more that he is missing.
He has placed his trust in Olukun and journeyed once more to find his destiny.