Saluk'tem Devep'tem~
Name: Saluk'tem Devep'tem. His first name can be.. roughly, lazily translated into Common as: "Swift Sneak." Devep'tem can be just as succinctly: "Necessity for Sneakythings." Naturally, his father was the one who chose these names.
Full Titles: In Verbali, he tended to switch between 'Thief' and 'Dockworker', though obviously none of these are particularly noble.
Nickname/Alias: Variants of Saluk'tem, the most used one being "Saluk't."
[*.. tempted to post a picture of a black cat*]
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: In his early twenties, in the age of Dajakal.
Gender: Male, although this isn't readily apparent at first glance. After some moment's of observation, or perhaps just asking, you may come to the conclusion he's more masculine than not.
Race: A Nakat, one of the Nakam.
Social Status: Fairly lowly, now. Back in Verbali, no one treated him much differently than anyone else.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Height: 5'4, he is of somewhat middling height for a Nakat.
Weight: Somewhat thin, mostly by choice than lack of ability to get food.
Date of Birth: About twenty or so years ago.
Date of Death: .. Not yet!
Homeland: Verbali, the bustling trade city of Kavdek.
Current Home: The room above the Silver Serpent stables.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: The word "Streamlined" comes to mind when I think of his build. He's strong from his days as a physical laborer, but I'd think the strength of his build lies in his endurance more than his ability to lift heavy stuff. He can maintain a full sprint much longer than most, and can generally overall last longer than most in physical situations.
Fur/Pattern: There isn't a 'pattern,' persay. His fur is black as pitch, and quite thick by all accounts... to the point that you might not see him at first glance if he's standing inside a shadow.
Eyes: A deep, vibrant blue.
Skin: Not.. really that visible through the fur. Pinkish?
Identifying Marks: He likes colorful things. You might find him dressed in motley at some point in this character's life.
Appearance: Saluk is.. kind of average. A lot of the time, he might seem suspicious, due to his fur and mostly nocturnal sleep cycle. But otherwise, he's just a well-mannered Nakat.
Clothing: His sense of style is a bit iffy. Saluk greatly enjoys colorful things and bright colors, but he is nigh on always arrayed in dark shades of clothing on his lower.. half. So you might find him wearing a tight-fitting blue and green doublet one day, and not seeming to notice how it clashes with a dark brown skirt.
Weaponry: He prefers flight over fight, unless he- for whatever reason- starts the confrontation. With this in mind, he has a somewhat small dagger on his person, and usually keeps it inside his light blue.. top.
Prized Possessions: They're all back in Verbali, but he considers the dagger a useful tool that he wouldn't want to lose.
Hygiene: Average. He doesn't have the luxury of a bathtub, and is understandably reluctant to bathe in in a river where he doesn't know what's upstream. But with that in mind, he generally maintains a good enough state of cleanliness.
Voice: Average in all respects. Often has a slight 'lift' to it, as if he's happy.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths:
+Great endurance, coupled with the ability to move his legs really, really fast.
+Very finely tuned senses, good 'night vision' and hearing far superior to Humans.
+Generally somewhat quick, he picks up on new skills quicker than most.
Fears:
+Never returning to Verbali, or returning to find his sister dead or gone.
+The.. usual stuff. Loss of bodily functions, death and dismemberment, other what-have-you.
Weaknesses:
+I guess he can tend to be too sentimental towards others, often looking for a deeper meaning when there is none.
+He can be... high-strung if you manage to frighten him. To the point that if he is involved in most sorts of conflict, he'll sprint to the other side of the city.
Intelligence: Unless you want to know how to move a heavy crate, you're not going to find him being... knowledgeable. That said, he is quite quick-witted, and at times maybe a bit clever.
Languages: Fluent Verba. His Common is somewhat rudimentary, however. He can understand it after a moment's pause, but speaking it is another matter entirely.
Profession: Generally just an average pick-pocket.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Usually sociable. He doesn't lean too strongly towards being a socialite or being introverted, but he doesn't naturally open up and let his inner beliefs flow outwards in the company of new people. Generally likes to have a few close knit friends, than have a whole pub recognize his face upon entering.
Religion or Cults: Traditional Nakam beliefs. He puts his faith in his ancestors, and often asks for them for luck more than anything else.
Alignment: Chaotic neutral, not tending too strongly towards being good nor evil in his actions.
Short Term Goals: Scrape by, make a living.
Long Term Goals: Find a way home.
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: Verbali still has a certain fondness in his heart, as he misses the chaotic conditions of his homeland.
Pastime: A wide variety of activities, better enjoyed with a friend.
Food: Fish. Especially if it's spicy.
Drink: Mint tea, as it's not too overpowering, but still better than water.
Colour: Motley!
Animal: .. Honestly, probably the fish. He tends to see animals equally, as he's never grown particularly attached to one.
Least Favourite...
Place: Although he's not often in them.. at all.. he gets a certain sense of uneasiness in rock caverns.
Pastime: Being apprehended.
Food: Soggy bread is.. disgusting to him, unless it's been dipped into some delicious stew.
Drink: He's not overly fond of the usual Nakam alcohol.
Colour: .. Eh.
Animal: While he's not particularly attached to any specific animal, he's also not overly against any sort.
RELATIONS:
Loved: His sister.
Trusted: Beep!
Befriended: ~!
Liked: The other Nakkitty buddies.
Neutral:
Unsure of: Chevaliers~!
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated:
BACKSTORY:
"Get up, what's wrong with you?"
Saluk'tem coughed into the interrupted stillness of his room, having been sleeping before the interruption. His sister, Vivijek, walked over and grabbed onto the Nakat's forearms, pulling him up to a seated position. Saluk'tem briefly opened his eyes, and closed them tightly against the bright light of day, shaking his head with a mix of irritation and stubbornness. "I'm dying, go away."
"Don't say that- what will the Ancestors think?"
"Same thing they do the... day after you start drinking."
Vivijek laughed slightly, patting her brother's shoulder, before turning half-way back towards the stairs. "Dress yourself and get up. You're so sick because you never do anything different, new."
Saluk'tem made a noise of dissent in response, as his sister descended the stairs leading into his room. He pushed himself out of bed, stretching after a pause to get an aching pain out of his joints. He'd been sick for days, but wouldn't let his sister spend their savings to send him to a physician. The pitch black Nakat sighed heavily to try to clear his head, but to no avail, and dressed himself for the day. He dragged a hand along the wall as he descended the stairs, them being far too narrow to have a proper rail, and flicked an ear as he was greeted with the scent of food.
The stairs leveled out to the first floor of their quaint dwelling, alongside many other ones within the bustling city Verbali. This particular portion of the city was well away from the actual docks, but regardless the commotion of workers setting about their day and riff-raff retiring from the sunlight was audible inside the thinly-walled home. Vivijek was still dressed as if she had awoken moments ago. Not that Saluk'tem particularly cared about, or for, her apparel. She apprenticed under a minor scholar of some something-or-another- Saluk'tem, naturally, brought in the majority of the coin they scraped by on. Some nights by thievery, most of the time by working moving trade goods from one place to another at the docks. Whichever it was, he didn't care. Vivijek was his family, he determinedly kept his family fed.
It was with these thoughts that he sat down at their small table as Vivijek set a plate nigh on overflowing with food at the table, causing Saluk'tem to look at her questioningly. Naturally, she gave him a sisterly smile before responding: "You're still sick. You have to eat! Master Levkem says so."
Saluk'tem slowly looked between her and the food, before shaking his head with resignation and eating the majority of the large meal as Vivijek quickly went in and out of her own room on some quest Saluk'tem was to tired to take notice of. He stopped eating after he'd finished half of his meal, to sit and stare at the mix of tough meats and vegetables, pondering if he should bother setting off for work. After many minutes of intense contemplation, he eventually stood up and set off for the docks.
After a particularly unenjoyable day of working, he returned to a particularly joyous sister, as he was trying to come to grips with a headache. His sister informed him, happily, that her and a particularly wealthy trader were going to become Satobs- and announce such at the Vibneshde. Naturally, Saluk'tem was aware of their relationship prior to this, but had hoped it would fall apart. At this news, he nigh on hissed. Storming out of the house into the early night, he didn't really have a plan for where he was headed.
Eventually, he came across a merchant ship. In his state of mind, he saw few issues with sneaking onto it and stowing away. It was the next day that the ship departed, with Saluk'tem hiding away inside. He was discovered a few hours into their trip. In exchange for not immediately throwing him over-board, the captain took everything that Saluk'tem had on his person, and put him to work doing menial tasks on the ship, under the supervision of other deckhands. After two months of sailing, they dropped him off at Port Silver, the captain refusing his begging to take him back to Verbali.
He remains stubbornly optimistic.
INSPIRATIONS: My partially twisted mind.
Name: Saluk'tem Devep'tem. His first name can be.. roughly, lazily translated into Common as: "Swift Sneak." Devep'tem can be just as succinctly: "Necessity for Sneakythings." Naturally, his father was the one who chose these names.
Full Titles: In Verbali, he tended to switch between 'Thief' and 'Dockworker', though obviously none of these are particularly noble.
Nickname/Alias: Variants of Saluk'tem, the most used one being "Saluk't."
[*.. tempted to post a picture of a black cat*]
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: In his early twenties, in the age of Dajakal.
Gender: Male, although this isn't readily apparent at first glance. After some moment's of observation, or perhaps just asking, you may come to the conclusion he's more masculine than not.
Race: A Nakat, one of the Nakam.
Social Status: Fairly lowly, now. Back in Verbali, no one treated him much differently than anyone else.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Height: 5'4, he is of somewhat middling height for a Nakat.
Weight: Somewhat thin, mostly by choice than lack of ability to get food.
Date of Birth: About twenty or so years ago.
Date of Death: .. Not yet!
Homeland: Verbali, the bustling trade city of Kavdek.
Current Home: The room above the Silver Serpent stables.
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: The word "Streamlined" comes to mind when I think of his build. He's strong from his days as a physical laborer, but I'd think the strength of his build lies in his endurance more than his ability to lift heavy stuff. He can maintain a full sprint much longer than most, and can generally overall last longer than most in physical situations.
Fur/Pattern: There isn't a 'pattern,' persay. His fur is black as pitch, and quite thick by all accounts... to the point that you might not see him at first glance if he's standing inside a shadow.
Eyes: A deep, vibrant blue.
Skin: Not.. really that visible through the fur. Pinkish?
Identifying Marks: He likes colorful things. You might find him dressed in motley at some point in this character's life.
Appearance: Saluk is.. kind of average. A lot of the time, he might seem suspicious, due to his fur and mostly nocturnal sleep cycle. But otherwise, he's just a well-mannered Nakat.
Clothing: His sense of style is a bit iffy. Saluk greatly enjoys colorful things and bright colors, but he is nigh on always arrayed in dark shades of clothing on his lower.. half. So you might find him wearing a tight-fitting blue and green doublet one day, and not seeming to notice how it clashes with a dark brown skirt.
Weaponry: He prefers flight over fight, unless he- for whatever reason- starts the confrontation. With this in mind, he has a somewhat small dagger on his person, and usually keeps it inside his light blue.. top.
Prized Possessions: They're all back in Verbali, but he considers the dagger a useful tool that he wouldn't want to lose.
Hygiene: Average. He doesn't have the luxury of a bathtub, and is understandably reluctant to bathe in in a river where he doesn't know what's upstream. But with that in mind, he generally maintains a good enough state of cleanliness.
Voice: Average in all respects. Often has a slight 'lift' to it, as if he's happy.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths:
+Great endurance, coupled with the ability to move his legs really, really fast.
+Very finely tuned senses, good 'night vision' and hearing far superior to Humans.
+Generally somewhat quick, he picks up on new skills quicker than most.
Fears:
+Never returning to Verbali, or returning to find his sister dead or gone.
+The.. usual stuff. Loss of bodily functions, death and dismemberment, other what-have-you.
Weaknesses:
+I guess he can tend to be too sentimental towards others, often looking for a deeper meaning when there is none.
+He can be... high-strung if you manage to frighten him. To the point that if he is involved in most sorts of conflict, he'll sprint to the other side of the city.
Intelligence: Unless you want to know how to move a heavy crate, you're not going to find him being... knowledgeable. That said, he is quite quick-witted, and at times maybe a bit clever.
Languages: Fluent Verba. His Common is somewhat rudimentary, however. He can understand it after a moment's pause, but speaking it is another matter entirely.
Profession: Generally just an average pick-pocket.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Usually sociable. He doesn't lean too strongly towards being a socialite or being introverted, but he doesn't naturally open up and let his inner beliefs flow outwards in the company of new people. Generally likes to have a few close knit friends, than have a whole pub recognize his face upon entering.
Religion or Cults: Traditional Nakam beliefs. He puts his faith in his ancestors, and often asks for them for luck more than anything else.
Alignment: Chaotic neutral, not tending too strongly towards being good nor evil in his actions.
Short Term Goals: Scrape by, make a living.
Long Term Goals: Find a way home.
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: Verbali still has a certain fondness in his heart, as he misses the chaotic conditions of his homeland.
Pastime: A wide variety of activities, better enjoyed with a friend.
Food: Fish. Especially if it's spicy.
Drink: Mint tea, as it's not too overpowering, but still better than water.
Colour: Motley!
Animal: .. Honestly, probably the fish. He tends to see animals equally, as he's never grown particularly attached to one.
Least Favourite...
Place: Although he's not often in them.. at all.. he gets a certain sense of uneasiness in rock caverns.
Pastime: Being apprehended.
Food: Soggy bread is.. disgusting to him, unless it's been dipped into some delicious stew.
Drink: He's not overly fond of the usual Nakam alcohol.
Colour: .. Eh.
Animal: While he's not particularly attached to any specific animal, he's also not overly against any sort.
RELATIONS:
Loved: His sister.
Trusted: Beep!
Befriended: ~!
Liked: The other Nakkitty buddies.
Neutral:
Unsure of: Chevaliers~!
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated:
BACKSTORY:
"Get up, what's wrong with you?"
Saluk'tem coughed into the interrupted stillness of his room, having been sleeping before the interruption. His sister, Vivijek, walked over and grabbed onto the Nakat's forearms, pulling him up to a seated position. Saluk'tem briefly opened his eyes, and closed them tightly against the bright light of day, shaking his head with a mix of irritation and stubbornness. "I'm dying, go away."
"Don't say that- what will the Ancestors think?"
"Same thing they do the... day after you start drinking."
Vivijek laughed slightly, patting her brother's shoulder, before turning half-way back towards the stairs. "Dress yourself and get up. You're so sick because you never do anything different, new."
Saluk'tem made a noise of dissent in response, as his sister descended the stairs leading into his room. He pushed himself out of bed, stretching after a pause to get an aching pain out of his joints. He'd been sick for days, but wouldn't let his sister spend their savings to send him to a physician. The pitch black Nakat sighed heavily to try to clear his head, but to no avail, and dressed himself for the day. He dragged a hand along the wall as he descended the stairs, them being far too narrow to have a proper rail, and flicked an ear as he was greeted with the scent of food.
The stairs leveled out to the first floor of their quaint dwelling, alongside many other ones within the bustling city Verbali. This particular portion of the city was well away from the actual docks, but regardless the commotion of workers setting about their day and riff-raff retiring from the sunlight was audible inside the thinly-walled home. Vivijek was still dressed as if she had awoken moments ago. Not that Saluk'tem particularly cared about, or for, her apparel. She apprenticed under a minor scholar of some something-or-another- Saluk'tem, naturally, brought in the majority of the coin they scraped by on. Some nights by thievery, most of the time by working moving trade goods from one place to another at the docks. Whichever it was, he didn't care. Vivijek was his family, he determinedly kept his family fed.
It was with these thoughts that he sat down at their small table as Vivijek set a plate nigh on overflowing with food at the table, causing Saluk'tem to look at her questioningly. Naturally, she gave him a sisterly smile before responding: "You're still sick. You have to eat! Master Levkem says so."
Saluk'tem slowly looked between her and the food, before shaking his head with resignation and eating the majority of the large meal as Vivijek quickly went in and out of her own room on some quest Saluk'tem was to tired to take notice of. He stopped eating after he'd finished half of his meal, to sit and stare at the mix of tough meats and vegetables, pondering if he should bother setting off for work. After many minutes of intense contemplation, he eventually stood up and set off for the docks.
After a particularly unenjoyable day of working, he returned to a particularly joyous sister, as he was trying to come to grips with a headache. His sister informed him, happily, that her and a particularly wealthy trader were going to become Satobs- and announce such at the Vibneshde. Naturally, Saluk'tem was aware of their relationship prior to this, but had hoped it would fall apart. At this news, he nigh on hissed. Storming out of the house into the early night, he didn't really have a plan for where he was headed.
Eventually, he came across a merchant ship. In his state of mind, he saw few issues with sneaking onto it and stowing away. It was the next day that the ship departed, with Saluk'tem hiding away inside. He was discovered a few hours into their trip. In exchange for not immediately throwing him over-board, the captain took everything that Saluk'tem had on his person, and put him to work doing menial tasks on the ship, under the supervision of other deckhands. After two months of sailing, they dropped him off at Port Silver, the captain refusing his begging to take him back to Verbali.
He remains stubbornly optimistic.
INSPIRATIONS: My partially twisted mind.
