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((A commision I had done by the lovely for the role playing group. I really like this design, and the group he's for ))

Name: Kinsaeda Durai

Nickname: ‘Kin’, Nomad

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Height: 6”2

Place of Birth: Sayyad

Deity: None, though he’s willing to believe in Mesarthrim if he gets proof the god even exists.

Alignment: 0

Weapon: His body.

Equipment: The clothes on his back and simple traveling gear(canteen, bedroll etc)

Stats: //HP//MP/-/STR//CON//DEX//CHA//INT//WIL//
// 8// 7/-/3(2+1)//1//3(2+1)//1//1//1//
Sayyad Stat Bonus: +1 str/+1 dex

Skills: N/A
Personality: Quiet, serious, though not without a sense of humor. He’s not so good at telling the jokes, but he can appreciate them. Kin is curious about the world and generally good natured but doesn't feel any particular motive to go out of his way for others when their is no benefit for himself. He tends to shift between apparent apathy, and intensity for a subject or situation.

Likes:
+Fights
+Learning
+Traveling
+Music and dance
+Good metal work

Dislikes:
-Weakness of the body or the will
-Staying in one place too long.
-Being not as sturdy as most Mesarthim
-Sargan Society
-Having no purpose

History: Kinsaeda’s first memory was that he was left alone to fend for himself in the village of Sayyad at a young age.. He has no memory of his parents, but his crimson hair and blue eyes are a clear indicator of his heritage. He grew up self reliant, hunting on his own or stealing what he needed. He had to be strong, but with his poor health compared to the other Mesathim he had to be faster. He wasn't well liked in the village, seen as a troublemaker and thief, so he kept to himself.

Life changed when a traveler passed through when Kin was thirteen. The fresh teen attempted to steal food and a sash that caught his eye and before he realized what was happening was laying face up in the dirt, his head bleeding and eyes hazily counting the many new moons that had sprouted in the sky.. He passed out beside the travelers campfire without ever seeing their identity.

Kinsaeda followed the curious traveler wherever they went while conducting business. Sometimes making attempts to steal something from the travelers person just to see how he would be denied, it didn't matter if it was a side step or if he wound up on his back again. The traveler remained in the village for a week, and for a week this went on. It only ended as the traveler packed to leave and left. The new teen stood at the edge of the village and watched forlorn, until the traveler turned and pulled down her hood and cowl. The world weary eyes of an elderly woman looked at him with warm amusement and just asked, “Aren't you coming?”

Having nothing of his own, Kinsaeda ran to join her, never looking back. Even as he grew, no matter how much he traveled he wouldn't return to that village, it was never a home.

Her name was Shula Durai, or “Grandma Shula’ to those who knew her well. She taught him many things, how to fight with and without weapons, how to hunt properly. How to play the bone pipes and most importantly, the ways of a wanderer. Shula was his home, and it was through her eyes did he first see Mesarthim. This was the place for him he knew, where he felt he had a place that would accept him.

Additional Info:
Fight’s with two swords, sword and short sword or unarmed. He prefers swords to nothing, and feels naked without a set. He’s naturally ambidextrous.

Carries a set of pan pipes made from the small bones of the creatures he’s hunted. It’s a simple instrument, but he’s skilled at it. He plays it mostly when he thinks he’s alone

Kinsaeda enjoys some decorative embellishments on his belongings, gold especially, although function always comes before form, if he can have a little of the latter without harming the former, why not?

Has a number of scars, and he’s proud of all of them. Three on his face, his earliest over one eye has faded to a pale streak with time, another runs along his opposite jaw line and is crossed by another small one at his chin. Raking across the side of his belly to his hip are scars made from a single animal.

Kinsaeda’s tattoo design all come from the beast that nearly killed him and left him with the the slashes to his torso. Jagged animal stripes adorn both arms, they look like they start at a spot over his heart and wrap around his shoulder blades to connect to his other arm.

Truly feels he is a Mesarthim, despite the few differences. He does his best to live up to the cultures ideals.

Kinsaeda cannot read, but really wants to learn.

“Grandma Shula’s lessons come down to three things. Live a life that is true to yourself, that one can never be defeated as long as they learn from the experience and to dance to the song of your own soul.

I add to this, ‘only once one has danced with death, does one truly value life.. Will you dance with me?”
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Description
((A commision I had done by the lovely for the role playing group. I really like this design, and the group he's for ))

Name: Kinsaeda Durai

Nickname: ‘Kin’, Nomad

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Height: 6”2

Place of Birth: Sayyad

Deity: None, though he’s willing to believe in Mesarthrim if he gets proof the god even exists.

Alignment: 0

Weapon: His body.

Equipment: The clothes on his back and simple traveling gear(canteen, bedroll etc)

Stats: //HP//MP/-/STR//CON//DEX//CHA//INT//WIL//
// 8// 7/-/3(2+1)//1//3(2+1)//1//1//1//
Sayyad Stat Bonus: +1 str/+1 dex

Skills: N/A
Personality: Quiet, serious, though not without a sense of humor. He’s not so good at telling the jokes, but he can appreciate them. Kin is curious about the world and generally good natured but doesn't feel any particular motive to go out of his way for others when their is no benefit for himself. He tends to shift between apparent apathy, and intensity for a subject or situation.

Likes:
+Fights
+Learning
+Traveling
+Music and dance
+Good metal work

Dislikes:
-Weakness of the body or the will
-Staying in one place too long.
-Being not as sturdy as most Mesarthim
-Sargan Society
-Having no purpose

History: Kinsaeda’s first memory was that he was left alone to fend for himself in the village of Sayyad at a young age.. He has no memory of his parents, but his crimson hair and blue eyes are a clear indicator of his heritage. He grew up self reliant, hunting on his own or stealing what he needed. He had to be strong, but with his poor health compared to the other Mesathim he had to be faster. He wasn't well liked in the village, seen as a troublemaker and thief, so he kept to himself.

Life changed when a traveler passed through when Kin was thirteen. The fresh teen attempted to steal food and a sash that caught his eye and before he realized what was happening was laying face up in the dirt, his head bleeding and eyes hazily counting the many new moons that had sprouted in the sky.. He passed out beside the travelers campfire without ever seeing their identity.

Kinsaeda followed the curious traveler wherever they went while conducting business. Sometimes making attempts to steal something from the travelers person just to see how he would be denied, it didn't matter if it was a side step or if he wound up on his back again. The traveler remained in the village for a week, and for a week this went on. It only ended as the traveler packed to leave and left. The new teen stood at the edge of the village and watched forlorn, until the traveler turned and pulled down her hood and cowl. The world weary eyes of an elderly woman looked at him with warm amusement and just asked, “Aren't you coming?”

Having nothing of his own, Kinsaeda ran to join her, never looking back. Even as he grew, no matter how much he traveled he wouldn't return to that village, it was never a home.

Her name was Shula Durai, or “Grandma Shula’ to those who knew her well. She taught him many things, how to fight with and without weapons, how to hunt properly. How to play the bone pipes and most importantly, the ways of a wanderer. Shula was his home, and it was through her eyes did he first see Mesarthim. This was the place for him he knew, where he felt he had a place that would accept him.

Additional Info:
Fight’s with two swords, sword and short sword or unarmed. He prefers swords to nothing, and feels naked without a set. He’s naturally ambidextrous.

Carries a set of pan pipes made from the small bones of the creatures he’s hunted. It’s a simple instrument, but he’s skilled at it. He plays it mostly when he thinks he’s alone

Kinsaeda enjoys some decorative embellishments on his belongings, gold especially, although function always comes before form, if he can have a little of the latter without harming the former, why not?

Has a number of scars, and he’s proud of all of them. Three on his face, his earliest over one eye has faded to a pale streak with time, another runs along his opposite jaw line and is crossed by another small one at his chin. Raking across the side of his belly to his hip are scars made from a single animal.

Kinsaeda’s tattoo design all come from the beast that nearly killed him and left him with the the slashes to his torso. Jagged animal stripes adorn both arms, they look like they start at a spot over his heart and wrap around his shoulder blades to connect to his other arm.

Truly feels he is a Mesarthim, despite the few differences. He does his best to live up to the cultures ideals.

Kinsaeda cannot read, but really wants to learn.

“Grandma Shula’s lessons come down to three things. Live a life that is true to yourself, that one can never be defeated as long as they learn from the experience and to dance to the song of your own soul.

I add to this, ‘only once one has danced with death, does one truly value life.. Will you dance with me?”
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Other art works by various artists: