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Posted: Jun 14 2017, 05:57 PM
Iron from Ice
• Loyal • Headstrong •
• Fearless • Hotheaded •
Honor or Curse?Is it society or what's in your blood that defines you? What really makes a person who they're meant to be? Society? Family? Or are they predispositioned to be something else entirely? Do they really have a choice when it comes to Fate? Or is their lives mapped out to a certain extent and they are forced to follow said path?
These are the type of thoughts that run rampant in Stryker's brain when he lies awake at night. His brain has a tendency to over work itself when it isn't being occupied by other things. Paranoia. Distrust. Anger. Emotions flood his system but there is one that has never crossed his mind. Fear. Fear is simply a natural step in life. One that can be conquered and used as a growing experience.
At least that was how he looked at it. From an early age he had been forced to survive and thrive. Life was always a learning experience for the young Azgeda warrior. No matter what he had done, there was always a better way. A different way. He was constantly being judged by his father and his elder siblings. He didn't think of it as trials. It was more like a growing experience. Something he would appreciate the older he grew.
Stryker knew what was expected of him. Being born in one of the most ruthless of the 12 nations; his future was that of a warrior and a devoted member of the village. At least until they found out what he truly was. He was only five when a sparring match with his brother went too far. A jab to the nose and both boys were startled as black blood began to pour out of his nose. That black blood was something that would forever separate him from his family.
Unlike the other clans, the whole belief in the next commander was a myth to those in his village. Perhaps it was ignorance, or the fact that they were farther north then the influence of the other clans. His black blood was known to be sacred, but his father saw it simply as a curse. A blight to be cast out from his pure blood line. By being taken away to be trained as a night bleeda; he would also be taken from his family and they needed him. They needed him to help fight and to farm.
With not many choices on where or what he was to do in life, Stryker's father did the one thing he knew would help his family. For a hefty price the boy was sold to a travelling caravan of nomads. It was enough money to purchase food for the winter and to extend their lives for a few more years...and Stryker? Well that story has not been completed yet. Taken under the guidance of an older Nomad; he has been spending every waking moment trying to keep himself alive and away from the council. In the process he became an accomplished blacksmith and would often travel from village to village bartering food and other items.
ryder | twenty three | blacksmith | nomad
Posted: Jun 26 2017, 08:18 PM
Do people even read these things? God, I hope not. Enjoy all of my word vomit. YOU'RE WELCOME.
• Excitable • Huggable •
• Derpy • Breaks Things •