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Description

Name

Shango (Bolvdofka "Eldest wolf")

Gender

Male

Age

23

Race

Byyst hybrid 50%

White farm sheep

Height & weight

187cm (6 feet 1⅝ inch)

90kg (198 pounds)

Tribe

Tonkep, Mountain Province

Ancestry

Alishiani / Ziskor

Family

Ayna, 19 / Shia, 17 / Yrik, 17

Deceased

Mother Manaste / Father Yrik

Byyst traits

Thick skull and horns

Slightly better hearing than a human

Short sheep tail

Endurance when it comes to long hikes

Personality

Stubborn (determined)

Shango is extremely stubborn when it comes to basically anything. He is hardly convinced but can see a matter in another light if it's truly dire.

He is very determined as to how things go or should work, he does however ease a bit when it comes to people he likes, since he can understand their perpsective better.

Prideful

While being very sure of his abilities, he can also be very prideful, and has a hard time to accept help, especially if it's a craft or task he knows good himself.

He'd be very embarrassed to actually go and ask for help, rather sitting for hours trying to make it work (he's also a sleepyhead, so this may affect sometimes)

Serious (to an extent)

He often sees things in a very serious way and may not pick up on a joke (unless he knows you somehow). A liar will joke or distract his way, an honest man will tell the serious truth (as he sees it).

Though, as said, he's a lot more relaxed around friends and the youngest of children (he was always nagged on by his mother to stop being so harsh with his siblings, this trait has stuck since!)

Brave, loyal, honest and honourable

While he is stubborn, prideful (even arrogant) and serious most of the time, these four traits symbolize him more. As he feels honesty is one of the most important things to be, his bravery follows. For him to be brave, he has to be honest with himself, and through this he has been able to accept weaknesses and strengths, and so his bravery as he knows himself better. His loyalty is also dependant here. To have a true friend, you must be one, and so he feels that it's an "of course!" to be loyal to those he trusts, and does the same for him. Lastly, he's honourable. Back-stabbing a man on his knees is not his thing. Taking the easy way out may be tempting, but it'd hurt his pride and loyalty to just do what fits him best, the world is bigger than just one person!

Lazy (sleepy...zz)

When he isn't hunting, eating/drinking or at the local pub/bar, he's basically sleeping. He's often exhausted from his work, and doesn't find a lot of time outside of these things (while there actually is, he's just too tired/lazy)

He could sleep through anything and everything basically; very heavy sleeper.

Likes

Drinking

Eating

Hunting

The outside

Sleeping

His close friends

Scaring Dagger

Soft and fluffy fur

Play fighting

Honesty

Hugs or any other intimate action

having his ears pet and scratched

Dislikes

Dagger doing whatever he wants

Liars and manipulative manners

Putting on caps or hats unless hoodie/shroud

Asking for help

Other hunters in "his" land

His scars which he thinks have extremely stupid explanations behind them

Occupation

Hunter, especially keen on hunting in outskirts, far away from the tribe to find the rarest meats and biggest hunting grounds.

Companion

Black crow, "Dagger"

Extremely arrogant bird, independent but enjoys Shango's company, does not see himself as a pet, does whatever he wants unless Shango is really scary, perverted too.

Likes

Food

To disobey Shango

Shango

The scythe

loves Females of all species

Dislikes

Being told to do stuff

Bossed around

Being petted by males

Story

Firstborn of the winter, and big brother to three younger siblings, Shango grew up in a hectic world. His mother was the only one there when he came into the world, and it stay like that for many years, as his father, like himself, hunted far away, to sell the best for his family. At the age of four, his first sibling was born, a little sister, and with her the job of a father. As Shango grew, so did his labour. His mother was young when Shango was born, but injured in her back from bad birthing conditions, and so she could do about as much work as an elderly, which Shango never stopped thinking about, and so he couldn't stop trying to take over her work. He tried his best to care for little Ayna, as far as he knew. From the age of six to thirteen, three siblings were born, and as far Shango didn't mind much, he didn't know anything else than to help mother and occasionally talk and learn from his father. He, as far as he knew, was happy. Mother though started noticing how little Shango was actually out with others of his age whilst helping her with the younguns, and she started more and more trying to get him to go out, live a young one's life, but it scared him, he didn't want to leave mother alone, but eventually he did.

He played all day long. From dawn til dusk. He had never had so much fun, even though he didn't know almost anything about what the rest of the kids liked playing, he learned quickly, and loved it! It really did bring his mother joy when he came home, and told (exaggerated a little maybe) on how amazing and adventurous it was. How they fought beasts of myth and lore, and how they traversed over the highest of mountains and lowest of canyons. It made her happy to see Shango happy, though her back pained her greatly, she started to take over what he had been helping her with.

As just a few months passed, Shango realized how much of the outside he had missed, and it made him think. Why if their fathers home? Why do they not hunt like my father does? And so these questions started popping, everywhere and anywhere he asked mother, and everytime the answer was lacking, he got more tired and eventually angry. All his life, he had to care for mother and his brother and sisters. Why wasn't his father here to care for them? To care for Shango? He became resentful and angry towards his father, and eventually his mother when she tried to defend him. At best he saw his father three days a month, three days he spent selling and preparing for the next hunt.

He confronted his father one day, asking all questions and some more, he spilled out everything that he felt his father had wronged, and dumped his feelings on his ever growing older and weaker dad. And like his mother, his father could give barely better answers. "It's my job. I do it for the family." "The best meat is in the outskirts." .. "For the family? You would be here hunting if you did it for us. All the other hunters come back with double your gain, and sell for more. Either you're lying, or you don't care at all!"

When his siblings finally could take care of themselves, his mother was weary and dying. The stress of a resentful son and husband never home made her weak and sick. For his mother, Shango stayed home and cared for her best he could. He bossed his siblings around, expecting them to have done just as much family-working as he had at that age, which his mother constantly had to remind him they hadn't. Through her final months of constant sickness, she taught Shango and his siblings all she could possibly think they would need to know without her around, and while they didn't want to listen to such words of sure death, it did prepare them for her final moment. They mourned, without father around, and now Shango had to take over the patron stature completely.

Through his mother's guidance over the last months, he had learned true honesty, and could finally drop his resent towards father, even though he could never forgive him for not being there, when he knew she was sick. He had to be a better rolemodel now, and so again, he tried his best. From what little he had learned and cared to listen to his father about hunting, he started teaching himself, along with friends, in the closeby area, so he never had to go far from their home.

And when father finally came home, he no longer sought answers, but mending. All he asked of his father was to let go of hunting, and stay with them, finally be a part of the family, and so, after long years away, his father was home. While many answers was given, and some satisfying, Shango tried following mother's honesty best, and realized he didn't need answers, just his family whole.

On his 22nd birthday, the family of Bolvdofka celebrated one last birthday as a whole. The coming year, father died a peaceful death in bed, and his eldest sister made a bow from the family tree, even his brother and sister twins of seventeen moved out into their own homes. And for the first time in his life was Shango home alone in their familycave, and suddenly life wasn't so golden anymore.

Quote

"Dagger, come here! Dagger! ... Damn crow..." "May you find path in the night."

Alliance

Jymoku

Notes

He doesn't hunt with his scythe in particular, but he has and could. He mostly uses it for own defense or actually more daily business. Also, Dagger loves sitting on the blade, so Shango had some branches wrapped and "installed" on the top part.

Mother was a pure blooded Alishiani human, father of Tonkep and from a long line of white sheep byysts, originating from the Ziskor tribe.

From his mother he got dark skin and brown eyes, and his father blonde hair.

He thinks he looks ugly with his mismatched hair and skin, and often tries to hide under some kind of wrap around his hair. I didn't draw any specific wrap, any kind of wrap will do for him. Table cloth, some clothing item, anything like that (sometimes he decorates with carved bones).

RP methods!

I can do notes, and some kind of online realtime chat (so official Yoryyn one or anything like that)

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*Decided to change it a bit and give a better detail on the face, and how he sometimes likes to have his hair (ex just before he wraps it up)

Description

Name

Shango (Bolvdofka "Eldest wolf")

Gender

Male

Age

23

Race

Byyst hybrid 50%

White farm sheep

Height & weight

187cm (6 feet 1⅝ inch)

90kg (198 pounds)

Tribe

Tonkep, Mountain Province

Ancestry

Alishiani / Ziskor

Family

Ayna, 19 / Shia, 17 / Yrik, 17

Deceased

Mother Manaste / Father Yrik

Byyst traits

Thick skull and horns

Slightly better hearing than a human

Short sheep tail

Endurance when it comes to long hikes

Personality

Stubborn (determined)

Shango is extremely stubborn when it comes to basically anything. He is hardly convinced but can see a matter in another light if it's truly dire.

He is very determined as to how things go or should work, he does however ease a bit when it comes to people he likes, since he can understand their perpsective better.

Prideful

While being very sure of his abilities, he can also be very prideful, and has a hard time to accept help, especially if it's a craft or task he knows good himself.

He'd be very embarrassed to actually go and ask for help, rather sitting for hours trying to make it work (he's also a sleepyhead, so this may affect sometimes)

Serious (to an extent)

He often sees things in a very serious way and may not pick up on a joke (unless he knows you somehow). A liar will joke or distract his way, an honest man will tell the serious truth (as he sees it).

Though, as said, he's a lot more relaxed around friends and the youngest of children (he was always nagged on by his mother to stop being so harsh with his siblings, this trait has stuck since!)

Brave, loyal, honest and honourable

While he is stubborn, prideful (even arrogant) and serious most of the time, these four traits symbolize him more. As he feels honesty is one of the most important things to be, his bravery follows. For him to be brave, he has to be honest with himself, and through this he has been able to accept weaknesses and strengths, and so his bravery as he knows himself better. His loyalty is also dependant here. To have a true friend, you must be one, and so he feels that it's an "of course!" to be loyal to those he trusts, and does the same for him. Lastly, he's honourable. Back-stabbing a man on his knees is not his thing. Taking the easy way out may be tempting, but it'd hurt his pride and loyalty to just do what fits him best, the world is bigger than just one person!

Lazy (sleepy...zz)

When he isn't hunting, eating/drinking or at the local pub/bar, he's basically sleeping. He's often exhausted from his work, and doesn't find a lot of time outside of these things (while there actually is, he's just too tired/lazy)

He could sleep through anything and everything basically; very heavy sleeper.

Likes

Drinking

Eating

Hunting

The outside

Sleeping

His close friends

Scaring Dagger

Soft and fluffy fur

Play fighting

Honesty

Hugs or any other intimate action

having his ears pet and scratched

Dislikes

Dagger doing whatever he wants

Liars and manipulative manners

Putting on caps or hats unless hoodie/shroud

Asking for help

Other hunters in "his" land

His scars which he thinks have extremely stupid explanations behind them

Occupation

Hunter, especially keen on hunting in outskirts, far away from the tribe to find the rarest meats and biggest hunting grounds.

Companion

Black crow, "Dagger"

Extremely arrogant bird, independent but enjoys Shango's company, does not see himself as a pet, does whatever he wants unless Shango is really scary, perverted too.

Likes

Food

To disobey Shango

Shango

The scythe

loves Females of all species

Dislikes

Being told to do stuff

Bossed around

Being petted by males

Story

Firstborn of the winter, and big brother to three younger siblings, Shango grew up in a hectic world. His mother was the only one there when he came into the world, and it stay like that for many years, as his father, like himself, hunted far away, to sell the best for his family. At the age of four, his first sibling was born, a little sister, and with her the job of a father. As Shango grew, so did his labour. His mother was young when Shango was born, but injured in her back from bad birthing conditions, and so she could do about as much work as an elderly, which Shango never stopped thinking about, and so he couldn't stop trying to take over her work. He tried his best to care for little Ayna, as far as he knew. From the age of six to thirteen, three siblings were born, and as far Shango didn't mind much, he didn't know anything else than to help mother and occasionally talk and learn from his father. He, as far as he knew, was happy. Mother though started noticing how little Shango was actually out with others of his age whilst helping her with the younguns, and she started more and more trying to get him to go out, live a young one's life, but it scared him, he didn't want to leave mother alone, but eventually he did.

He played all day long. From dawn til dusk. He had never had so much fun, even though he didn't know almost anything about what the rest of the kids liked playing, he learned quickly, and loved it! It really did bring his mother joy when he came home, and told (exaggerated a little maybe) on how amazing and adventurous it was. How they fought beasts of myth and lore, and how they traversed over the highest of mountains and lowest of canyons. It made her happy to see Shango happy, though her back pained her greatly, she started to take over what he had been helping her with.

As just a few months passed, Shango realized how much of the outside he had missed, and it made him think. Why if their fathers home? Why do they not hunt like my father does? And so these questions started popping, everywhere and anywhere he asked mother, and everytime the answer was lacking, he got more tired and eventually angry. All his life, he had to care for mother and his brother and sisters. Why wasn't his father here to care for them? To care for Shango? He became resentful and angry towards his father, and eventually his mother when she tried to defend him. At best he saw his father three days a month, three days he spent selling and preparing for the next hunt.

He confronted his father one day, asking all questions and some more, he spilled out everything that he felt his father had wronged, and dumped his feelings on his ever growing older and weaker dad. And like his mother, his father could give barely better answers. "It's my job. I do it for the family." "The best meat is in the outskirts." .. "For the family? You would be here hunting if you did it for us. All the other hunters come back with double your gain, and sell for more. Either you're lying, or you don't care at all!"

When his siblings finally could take care of themselves, his mother was weary and dying. The stress of a resentful son and husband never home made her weak and sick. For his mother, Shango stayed home and cared for her best he could. He bossed his siblings around, expecting them to have done just as much family-working as he had at that age, which his mother constantly had to remind him they hadn't. Through her final months of constant sickness, she taught Shango and his siblings all she could possibly think they would need to know without her around, and while they didn't want to listen to such words of sure death, it did prepare them for her final moment. They mourned, without father around, and now Shango had to take over the patron stature completely.

Through his mother's guidance over the last months, he had learned true honesty, and could finally drop his resent towards father, even though he could never forgive him for not being there, when he knew she was sick. He had to be a better rolemodel now, and so again, he tried his best. From what little he had learned and cared to listen to his father about hunting, he started teaching himself, along with friends, in the closeby area, so he never had to go far from their home.

And when father finally came home, he no longer sought answers, but mending. All he asked of his father was to let go of hunting, and stay with them, finally be a part of the family, and so, after long years away, his father was home. While many answers was given, and some satisfying, Shango tried following mother's honesty best, and realized he didn't need answers, just his family whole.

On his 22nd birthday, the family of Bolvdofka celebrated one last birthday as a whole. The coming year, father died a peaceful death in bed, and his eldest sister made a bow from the family tree, even his brother and sister twins of seventeen moved out into their own homes. And for the first time in his life was Shango home alone in their familycave, and suddenly life wasn't so golden anymore.

Quote

"Dagger, come here! Dagger! ... Damn crow..." "May you find path in the night."

Alliance

Jymoku

Notes

He doesn't hunt with his scythe in particular, but he has and could. He mostly uses it for own defense or actually more daily business. Also, Dagger loves sitting on the blade, so Shango had some branches wrapped and "installed" on the top part.

Mother was a pure blooded Alishiani human, father of Tonkep and from a long line of white sheep byysts, originating from the Ziskor tribe.

From his mother he got dark skin and brown eyes, and his father blonde hair.

He thinks he looks ugly with his mismatched hair and skin, and often tries to hide under some kind of wrap around his hair. I didn't draw any specific wrap, any kind of wrap will do for him. Table cloth, some clothing item, anything like that (sometimes he decorates with carved bones).

RP methods!

I can do notes, and some kind of online realtime chat (so official Yoryyn one or anything like that)

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*Decided to change it a bit and give a better detail on the face, and how he sometimes likes to have his hair (ex just before he wraps it up)