Post by Romney Manassa on Jan 13, 2012 18:59:25 GMT -5
Name: Altan Osman Rashad Salaam Al-Uzza
Alias: Khaigon Tsubetei
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Class: Marshal
Type: Military Leader
Occupation: Military Commander
Role: Leader, Tactician, Buffer, Sage
Race: Human
Age: 52
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 192
Hair Color/Type: Bald
Eye Color: Hazel
Place of Birth: Zamyn-Üüd, Northern Quadar (near Doryoska Border)
Headquarters: Nomadic
Nationality: Quadar / Ulan (though he’s since renounced any loyalty to any one nation)
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and relatively fit for his age, Khaigon straddles the border between a refined gentlemen and a rugged veteran. He bears many scars, and his complexion is weathered from time, travel, and war. He has a long, well-groomed beard and moustache, and outside combat dresses in a urbane but practical deel. In combat he wears a military uniform that is a mix of Janissary and Mongol Armor. His weaponry tends to be ornate and masterly crafted.
Personality: Khaigon keeps to himself whenever he can help it, and can even exude a melancholic and brooding air about him. Around those he trusts he can be sociable, affable, and charismatic, though his diplomatic savvy suggest this is often feigned. He’s obsessed with trying to better himself in every possible way, revealing an insatiable appetite for knowledge and power. Khaigon enjoys the finer things in life, and likes to indulge in a variety of cultural pursuits, among favorites being collecting old artifacts (especially maps) and indulging in tea (which he specializes in preparing).
Positive Characteristics: Cultured, diplomatic, worldly, well-spoken, gentlemanly, pragmatic, honorable.
Negative Characteristics: Proud, arrogant, melancholy, aloof, overly cautious, at times prone to paranoia and anxiety
Adventurer Strengths: Versatile, disciplined, intelligent, well-traveled, experienced, an able commander
Adventurer Weaknesses: Not particularly specialized, has many enemies, slowing with age, overconfident, prone to despair
Weapons:
Primary - Scimitar, Staff (doubles as spear when hidden blade activated)
Secondary - Khanjar, Hand Crossbow
Magical Focuses/ Style: Offensive, Support, Stat-Boosting
Inventory: Weapons, armor, scrolls, books, maps, adventuring gear
Tactics/Combat Style: Buffer and coordinate the team while providing support with long ranged spells; fall back on melee as a last resort or when opportunity arises.
Origin/Backstory: Khaigon’s origins are largely unknown and he makes an effort to keep it that way. He was born to a Quadarian mother of modest but comfortable means, and didn’t know much about his father for most of his early life. As a small-time trader in a minor but vital entry merchant town for caravans, the young Khaigon was exposed to many different cultures, peoples, and ideas that passed through from around the land. Along with his mother, this shaped him into an inquisitive and cosmopolitan person from a very early age, and he soon developed a knack for working with people and learning new things.
He had designs on being a diplomat or emissary for the Quadarian court, but was constrained not only by his family’s low standing on the social ladder, but by his own proclivities for anxiety, caution, and cowardice. He spent much of his young life introverted and tied to his mother and grandparents, and would not seem anywhere near destined for anything of renown. He eventually grew comfortable with this arrangement, and was content to spend the days reading, collecting the strange artifacts that often came their way, tending to the family garden, and befriending the many people he would encounter for a short time as they journeyed through, delighting in their stories and experienced, but nonetheless keeping his distance.
The bookish young Khaigon would remain a trader for his family until, soon enough, the passage of time began to claim each of them. Upon his mother’s deathbed, he learned a fascinating truth: he was the illegitimate son of a renowned Ulanese warlord, Ogedai, who had passed through the town incognito during his flight from enemies. This spurned in the older Khaigon a sense of purpose and birthright: he was not some petty trainer, but the heir to one of the most prominent conquerors and warriors the world had ever known (and one who had since disappeared following his failed campaign at conquering and uniting the Northern and Eastern realms). Upon his mother’s passing, Khaigon was left with unparalleled ambition and nothing left to hold him back. He would grow out of his shell, be a great warrior, and do great things for the world.
Knowing that even his adequate inheritance would not be enough for his journey, he sold the shop, most of its wares, and even some of his precious artifacts, and set out to the capital city, Dushara. He enlisted in the Quadarian military, where he hoped to achieve the standing and connections he’d need to meet his objectives, as well as to travel the land and beyond. By then his late 20s, he endured much hardship as an anxiety-ridden novice. But he endured, and over many years came to be an upstanding and disciplined warrior with an impressive aptitude for both scholarship and combat. He was soon enlisted into the elite Duskblade brigade, which would better exploit his unique combination of intellect and martial prowess. Unsurprisingly, but through many more years, he came to be one of their finest.
After years of service, he rose through the ranks, eventually becoming a Marshal. Though still reserved and introverted at times, he displayed a knack for formalities, diplomacy, and affability when the occasion called for it. He got on well with his subordinates and superiors alike, and combined his scholarly developments with practical military skills to become an able tactician. He knew the languages of his many foreign opponents, the geography of the land, the mores and fighting customs of their armies. He could appeal to their traditions, or seek to exploit the weaknesses of them. He could use his knowledge of them to win them over, or take advantage of what he knew to find a weak point.
Whether fighting against Talzistani insurrectionists, Doryoskan raiders, or Free Island pirates, the tactics worked, and when push came to shove, he pursued warfare like politics: appealing to his opponents with diplomacy and honor, and leading his men through a restrained but effective use of force (one that wouldn’t always succeed, but would at least minimize casualties). This won him plaudits among enemies and allies alike, and ensured further upward mobility...
Decades later, Khaigon is found wandering the great expanse of the Fai-Rei Kingdom, far older and even more reserved. What occurred between the great gap between his rising in the ranks and his seemingly aimless wanderings is unknown. All that can be inferred is that he is still a very ambitious and power-driven man, but more quiet and grizzled than ever, even for his age. He seeks objectives that are obscure and audacious, and he seeks allies that are useful and interesting, but will keep their distance. However mysterious, it is clear that his intentions are great and sincere, but perhaps a cause for caution.
Alias: Khaigon Tsubetei
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Class: Marshal
Type: Military Leader
Occupation: Military Commander
Role: Leader, Tactician, Buffer, Sage
Race: Human
Age: 52
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 192
Hair Color/Type: Bald
Eye Color: Hazel
Place of Birth: Zamyn-Üüd, Northern Quadar (near Doryoska Border)
Headquarters: Nomadic
Nationality: Quadar / Ulan (though he’s since renounced any loyalty to any one nation)
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and relatively fit for his age, Khaigon straddles the border between a refined gentlemen and a rugged veteran. He bears many scars, and his complexion is weathered from time, travel, and war. He has a long, well-groomed beard and moustache, and outside combat dresses in a urbane but practical deel. In combat he wears a military uniform that is a mix of Janissary and Mongol Armor. His weaponry tends to be ornate and masterly crafted.
Personality: Khaigon keeps to himself whenever he can help it, and can even exude a melancholic and brooding air about him. Around those he trusts he can be sociable, affable, and charismatic, though his diplomatic savvy suggest this is often feigned. He’s obsessed with trying to better himself in every possible way, revealing an insatiable appetite for knowledge and power. Khaigon enjoys the finer things in life, and likes to indulge in a variety of cultural pursuits, among favorites being collecting old artifacts (especially maps) and indulging in tea (which he specializes in preparing).
Positive Characteristics: Cultured, diplomatic, worldly, well-spoken, gentlemanly, pragmatic, honorable.
Negative Characteristics: Proud, arrogant, melancholy, aloof, overly cautious, at times prone to paranoia and anxiety
Adventurer Strengths: Versatile, disciplined, intelligent, well-traveled, experienced, an able commander
Adventurer Weaknesses: Not particularly specialized, has many enemies, slowing with age, overconfident, prone to despair
Weapons:
Primary - Scimitar, Staff (doubles as spear when hidden blade activated)
Secondary - Khanjar, Hand Crossbow
Magical Focuses/ Style: Offensive, Support, Stat-Boosting
Inventory: Weapons, armor, scrolls, books, maps, adventuring gear
Tactics/Combat Style: Buffer and coordinate the team while providing support with long ranged spells; fall back on melee as a last resort or when opportunity arises.
Origin/Backstory: Khaigon’s origins are largely unknown and he makes an effort to keep it that way. He was born to a Quadarian mother of modest but comfortable means, and didn’t know much about his father for most of his early life. As a small-time trader in a minor but vital entry merchant town for caravans, the young Khaigon was exposed to many different cultures, peoples, and ideas that passed through from around the land. Along with his mother, this shaped him into an inquisitive and cosmopolitan person from a very early age, and he soon developed a knack for working with people and learning new things.
He had designs on being a diplomat or emissary for the Quadarian court, but was constrained not only by his family’s low standing on the social ladder, but by his own proclivities for anxiety, caution, and cowardice. He spent much of his young life introverted and tied to his mother and grandparents, and would not seem anywhere near destined for anything of renown. He eventually grew comfortable with this arrangement, and was content to spend the days reading, collecting the strange artifacts that often came their way, tending to the family garden, and befriending the many people he would encounter for a short time as they journeyed through, delighting in their stories and experienced, but nonetheless keeping his distance.
The bookish young Khaigon would remain a trader for his family until, soon enough, the passage of time began to claim each of them. Upon his mother’s deathbed, he learned a fascinating truth: he was the illegitimate son of a renowned Ulanese warlord, Ogedai, who had passed through the town incognito during his flight from enemies. This spurned in the older Khaigon a sense of purpose and birthright: he was not some petty trainer, but the heir to one of the most prominent conquerors and warriors the world had ever known (and one who had since disappeared following his failed campaign at conquering and uniting the Northern and Eastern realms). Upon his mother’s passing, Khaigon was left with unparalleled ambition and nothing left to hold him back. He would grow out of his shell, be a great warrior, and do great things for the world.
Knowing that even his adequate inheritance would not be enough for his journey, he sold the shop, most of its wares, and even some of his precious artifacts, and set out to the capital city, Dushara. He enlisted in the Quadarian military, where he hoped to achieve the standing and connections he’d need to meet his objectives, as well as to travel the land and beyond. By then his late 20s, he endured much hardship as an anxiety-ridden novice. But he endured, and over many years came to be an upstanding and disciplined warrior with an impressive aptitude for both scholarship and combat. He was soon enlisted into the elite Duskblade brigade, which would better exploit his unique combination of intellect and martial prowess. Unsurprisingly, but through many more years, he came to be one of their finest.
After years of service, he rose through the ranks, eventually becoming a Marshal. Though still reserved and introverted at times, he displayed a knack for formalities, diplomacy, and affability when the occasion called for it. He got on well with his subordinates and superiors alike, and combined his scholarly developments with practical military skills to become an able tactician. He knew the languages of his many foreign opponents, the geography of the land, the mores and fighting customs of their armies. He could appeal to their traditions, or seek to exploit the weaknesses of them. He could use his knowledge of them to win them over, or take advantage of what he knew to find a weak point.
Whether fighting against Talzistani insurrectionists, Doryoskan raiders, or Free Island pirates, the tactics worked, and when push came to shove, he pursued warfare like politics: appealing to his opponents with diplomacy and honor, and leading his men through a restrained but effective use of force (one that wouldn’t always succeed, but would at least minimize casualties). This won him plaudits among enemies and allies alike, and ensured further upward mobility...
Decades later, Khaigon is found wandering the great expanse of the Fai-Rei Kingdom, far older and even more reserved. What occurred between the great gap between his rising in the ranks and his seemingly aimless wanderings is unknown. All that can be inferred is that he is still a very ambitious and power-driven man, but more quiet and grizzled than ever, even for his age. He seeks objectives that are obscure and audacious, and he seeks allies that are useful and interesting, but will keep their distance. However mysterious, it is clear that his intentions are great and sincere, but perhaps a cause for caution.
