Peace, tranquility, relaxation, forgiveness, training. These were the
values embedded into Tarik at a young age by his father. His mother passed
during childbirth and so he was raised by his father and the other monks of
the monastary. The days of his childhood were seldom fun, most days were
spent training his body and mind from the moment the sun rose until it fell
beyond the horizon. When he grew a bit his trainng switched from daytime
rituals of training stances, to the embodiment and training of stealth in
the night. One such night whilst training in the woods with his father they
came upon a group of mercenaries who were attacking a couple. By the time
Tariks father was close enough to intervene the man lay dead at the feet of
the woman, blood pouring forth from his mouth as he drew his last breath.
The woman screamed drawing the attention of her attackers and allowing
Tariks father to lunge from his vantage point attacking the bandits in a
fury of flying fists. As the fighting continued Tarik drew closer, looking
for an opportunity to aid his father and the woman. When he was within gaze
of the woman she ran to him and much to his surprise placed a dagger upon
his throat. Upon noticing this Tariks father lowered his fists and asked
that they spare the life of his only child. The woman who had only just
seemed a victim cackled gleefully and raised the dagger in an act to stab
young Tarik. His father embraced the flight of the crane flying over his
opponents and knocking Tarik away from the strike. When he had regained his
footing Tarik saw that the blade meant for him had plunged deep into his
fathers chest, blood spewing forth instantly. Tarik screamed in agony
roaring with the might of a tiger and leapt at the bandits fueled by a rage
he had never felt before. When he regained his mind the bandits all layed
dead. He then took his fathers corpse from the woods and buried it behind
the monestary. He told his fellow monks of the story and how he had decided
to leave their home in search of more people. He said he wished to learn
more about the world and its inhabitants to better understand what might
cause people to act as the bandits did, seeking to hurt others for their own
benefit. With one last bow he wrapped his fathers prayer beads around his
wrist and set out toward Seringale.
Description (commended):
Standing before you is a clean and kempt male of medium height. A smile
plays lightly upon his lips as he gazes about the room. His sandy brown
hair is neatly parted and combed to the right to the right of his head. As
he looks about you can see that his eyes are a deep green and speckled with
bright flecks of gold. His face is oval in shape with a small nose that
leads down to his soft tan lips. His ears are slightly pointed in the back
and attached at the bottom, they twitch slightly with every new sound that
enters the room. His cheeks bones are well defined and slender, his cheeks
to his neck are covered in a light stubble of facial hair. His neck leads
down into broad shoulders and long arms with thin fingers. His chest is not
large although it appears well defined and muscular, his flat stomach gives
way to long muscular legs. His feet appear small compared to the rest of
his body composition. As you gaze back up you notice that his hands are
wrapped in beads of some kind, they appear pearly white and are covered in
tiny black specks.
