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Player name: Woodra
Email: scyrlin@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/YAHOO: yim: moriqvendi
Livejournal: woodra
Character: Kanjar "Integral" Point
Series: Original
Age: 24
Class [Upper, middle or lower]: Middle
Character Type: Artisan. Speciality - making of antique-style rapiers
Background:
Kanjar is not a native of the Middle Town, nor is he that of the Lower or the Higher. A stranger everywhere, he does not know where he comes from. Kanjar was about ten years old when a whimsical swordsmith, who continued making undemanded swords and rapiers, found him cadging in the lower town. The boy had an unnaturally strong volition to him that was visible in every strain of his muscles, which compelled the swordsmith to take Kanjar with him. The official adoption followed shortly.
The swordsmith's small family was wary of the boy at first, constantly expecting outbursts of pathological behaviour. Their foreboding died down, however, after a few years of living together. Kanjar seemed to be normal, if slightly taciturn. Very soon he joined his guardian in swordsmithing, learning the techniques and tricks. Kanjar found himself especially interested in the making of rapiers, at which he soon excelled and by the age of 17 even surpassed his guardian. The rapiers he made were exceptionally elegant and subtly made, deceptive simplicity of the design proving highly functional and effective. It is for his style of rapier-making was Kanjar given a sobriquet of "Integral" - elegant and functional - by the small but loyal group of customers the artisans had.
After the death of his guardian, Kanjar now at 24 is left the head of the family and the owner of the antique blade-shop. He has to look after his aged guardian-mother, Dayra Point, a seamstress, 72-years-old, and his younger step-sister, Ayka Point, 21-years-old. The blade business cannot be called successful, as the age of swords and rapiers has long since gone, but there is still a small circle of permanent customers from the richer layers of the Middle Town, who buy his blades for aesthetic or gifting purposes. This allows for the family to live in comfort but nothing more.
Personality:
Kanjar rarely opens up for strangers and the only people he allows to come closer than five meters are his immediate family. The reason for his constant detachment stays unclear and the psychologist his guardian had once took him to hypothesized it could be symptomatic of a post-traumatic stress disorder. Considering further investigation appeared to be too expensive for the family to afford, Kanjar was left alone. Despite seeming taciturn and keeping to himself, however, Kanjar possesses a sharp mind and biting, dry humour, that can be mistaken for insulting. Kanjar is also unhealthily attached to his younger sister, Ayka, who is the only one he allows inside his smithing room.
Physical attributes:
Kanjar is a young man of around 5'8" height, slender build and pale complexion. Owing to the age of technology, the blade-making does not require pure physical strength, the blade's beauty and endurance depending more on the maker's skill and talent. Thus Kanjar does not have overtly developed muscles or fire-burns on his face. It does, however, need mentioning that due to his spending majority of his time in the working room concentrating on the minuscule pattern welding and decorating the blades, in addition to forging the steel first, Kanjar's eyes are usually squinted when he's out and about in the bright daylight. He has slightly full lips usually pursed into a straight and thin line that bloom into their natural fullness when he is relaxed. Kanjar has dark chestnut-coloured hair that shimmers dark burgundy in the sun. Tall forehead and dark blue eyes, often expressing cold detachment, give out a cerebral character of his personality.
Sample RP/Third Person:
"Ninety-five of iron, three of carbon, copper two, and the rest no more than zero point five," Kanjar muttered to himself preparing the formula for the new blade he was working on. His long and tapered fingers rummaged through the sections with lumps of metal in the corner of his working room studiedly, extracting the needed elements and putting them all on the table near the fully-mechanized bellows. In several minutes all of the equipment was set ready and Kanjar put the metals into different forges, making sure each had its own timing. With a satisfied nod, the blade-maker moved away from the forges, his face blank, and leaned against the furthest wall, waiting on the metals to be conditioned.
Finally, the heating started softening the metals, and in another ten minutes the all of the elements were filling middle-sized pots. Kanjar tore himself away from the wall to take a better look at the fully-automated process and make sure the automatons did not falter. The differential heating method was to make a gorgeous effect. A ghost of a smile flickered over Kanjar's thin lips, as his hands worked almost absentmindedly on the automatons, regulating the volume of liquid nitrogen the metals were to be treated with for cooling down. The blade Kanjar was creating was to be a special one for a special customer.
"Kan," came the quiet voice of a young girl from the backdoor, "Kan, can I sit with you?" Kanjar raised a pale hand, silencing the girl, and indicated to the stool in the other end of the room. Ayka bowed her head gratefully and scurried through the large room to the seat she was allowed to occupy. Her large bovine eyes full of azure followed every movement of his graceful hands, her gaze fixed on the pale stripes of skin between the sleeves of his black working shirt and the black protecting gloves. "Kanjar, Mother seems to be ill," she said after half an hour spent in the workroom, watching her brother do his pattern welding with the semi-hardened metal forms.
"What do you mean, ill?" Kanjar replied, not taking his eyes away from the forges. Dayra had a strong health and Kanjar had never heard of her getting seriously ill. Must be the flu, he reckoned, a common flu to be cured in an instant, should they wish so. Good thing they will have the funds to spend from once he is done with the blade. Now, this one will have to be soft. Pliancy is the most important factor for providing flexibility of the blade. This one...
"She can't stand up on her legs, Kan." Ayka's voice sounded smaller and quieter than usual. "We think, we think it might be cancer, but we're not sure, so we didn't tell you before," she added rushedly, tone apologetic. The girl was eyeing her brother expectantly, her thin and fragile figure looking even tinier in the dark corner on the high stool. She waited for Kanjar to explode, to stop working on the blade and run to their mother, or do something along those lines. Each passing second seemed heavier than the previous one and, finally, she couldn't take it: "Kan, you hear me?" The swordsmith looked up from his forges, his gaze cold and detached, an expression so unusual for the girl to witness, she barely suppressed a gasp of shock.
"I am working on my blade, Ayka, don't you see?"
Player name: Woodra
Email: scyrlin@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/YAHOO: yim: moriqvendi
Livejournal: woodra
Character: Kanjar "Integral" Point
Series: Original
Age: 24
Class [Upper, middle or lower]: Middle
Character Type: Artisan. Speciality - making of antique-style rapiers
Background:
Kanjar is not a native of the Middle Town, nor is he that of the Lower or the Higher. A stranger everywhere, he does not know where he comes from. Kanjar was about ten years old when a whimsical swordsmith, who continued making undemanded swords and rapiers, found him cadging in the lower town. The boy had an unnaturally strong volition to him that was visible in every strain of his muscles, which compelled the swordsmith to take Kanjar with him. The official adoption followed shortly.
The swordsmith's small family was wary of the boy at first, constantly expecting outbursts of pathological behaviour. Their foreboding died down, however, after a few years of living together. Kanjar seemed to be normal, if slightly taciturn. Very soon he joined his guardian in swordsmithing, learning the techniques and tricks. Kanjar found himself especially interested in the making of rapiers, at which he soon excelled and by the age of 17 even surpassed his guardian. The rapiers he made were exceptionally elegant and subtly made, deceptive simplicity of the design proving highly functional and effective. It is for his style of rapier-making was Kanjar given a sobriquet of "Integral" - elegant and functional - by the small but loyal group of customers the artisans had.
After the death of his guardian, Kanjar now at 24 is left the head of the family and the owner of the antique blade-shop. He has to look after his aged guardian-mother, Dayra Point, a seamstress, 72-years-old, and his younger step-sister, Ayka Point, 21-years-old. The blade business cannot be called successful, as the age of swords and rapiers has long since gone, but there is still a small circle of permanent customers from the richer layers of the Middle Town, who buy his blades for aesthetic or gifting purposes. This allows for the family to live in comfort but nothing more.
Personality:
Kanjar rarely opens up for strangers and the only people he allows to come closer than five meters are his immediate family. The reason for his constant detachment stays unclear and the psychologist his guardian had once took him to hypothesized it could be symptomatic of a post-traumatic stress disorder. Considering further investigation appeared to be too expensive for the family to afford, Kanjar was left alone. Despite seeming taciturn and keeping to himself, however, Kanjar possesses a sharp mind and biting, dry humour, that can be mistaken for insulting. Kanjar is also unhealthily attached to his younger sister, Ayka, who is the only one he allows inside his smithing room.
Physical attributes:
Kanjar is a young man of around 5'8" height, slender build and pale complexion. Owing to the age of technology, the blade-making does not require pure physical strength, the blade's beauty and endurance depending more on the maker's skill and talent. Thus Kanjar does not have overtly developed muscles or fire-burns on his face. It does, however, need mentioning that due to his spending majority of his time in the working room concentrating on the minuscule pattern welding and decorating the blades, in addition to forging the steel first, Kanjar's eyes are usually squinted when he's out and about in the bright daylight. He has slightly full lips usually pursed into a straight and thin line that bloom into their natural fullness when he is relaxed. Kanjar has dark chestnut-coloured hair that shimmers dark burgundy in the sun. Tall forehead and dark blue eyes, often expressing cold detachment, give out a cerebral character of his personality.
Sample RP/Third Person:
"Ninety-five of iron, three of carbon, copper two, and the rest no more than zero point five," Kanjar muttered to himself preparing the formula for the new blade he was working on. His long and tapered fingers rummaged through the sections with lumps of metal in the corner of his working room studiedly, extracting the needed elements and putting them all on the table near the fully-mechanized bellows. In several minutes all of the equipment was set ready and Kanjar put the metals into different forges, making sure each had its own timing. With a satisfied nod, the blade-maker moved away from the forges, his face blank, and leaned against the furthest wall, waiting on the metals to be conditioned.
Finally, the heating started softening the metals, and in another ten minutes the all of the elements were filling middle-sized pots. Kanjar tore himself away from the wall to take a better look at the fully-automated process and make sure the automatons did not falter. The differential heating method was to make a gorgeous effect. A ghost of a smile flickered over Kanjar's thin lips, as his hands worked almost absentmindedly on the automatons, regulating the volume of liquid nitrogen the metals were to be treated with for cooling down. The blade Kanjar was creating was to be a special one for a special customer.
"Kan," came the quiet voice of a young girl from the backdoor, "Kan, can I sit with you?" Kanjar raised a pale hand, silencing the girl, and indicated to the stool in the other end of the room. Ayka bowed her head gratefully and scurried through the large room to the seat she was allowed to occupy. Her large bovine eyes full of azure followed every movement of his graceful hands, her gaze fixed on the pale stripes of skin between the sleeves of his black working shirt and the black protecting gloves. "Kanjar, Mother seems to be ill," she said after half an hour spent in the workroom, watching her brother do his pattern welding with the semi-hardened metal forms.
"What do you mean, ill?" Kanjar replied, not taking his eyes away from the forges. Dayra had a strong health and Kanjar had never heard of her getting seriously ill. Must be the flu, he reckoned, a common flu to be cured in an instant, should they wish so. Good thing they will have the funds to spend from once he is done with the blade. Now, this one will have to be soft. Pliancy is the most important factor for providing flexibility of the blade. This one...
"She can't stand up on her legs, Kan." Ayka's voice sounded smaller and quieter than usual. "We think, we think it might be cancer, but we're not sure, so we didn't tell you before," she added rushedly, tone apologetic. The girl was eyeing her brother expectantly, her thin and fragile figure looking even tinier in the dark corner on the high stool. She waited for Kanjar to explode, to stop working on the blade and run to their mother, or do something along those lines. Each passing second seemed heavier than the previous one and, finally, she couldn't take it: "Kan, you hear me?" The swordsmith looked up from his forges, his gaze cold and detached, an expression so unusual for the girl to witness, she barely suppressed a gasp of shock.
"I am working on my blade, Ayka, don't you see?"