Chezak D'Maroe

[Chezak D'Maroe]

Player: David (Kamar)
Name: Chezak D'Maroe
Race: Elf
Age: 110 Apparent: 25
Eyes: Green
Hair: Pale blond, nearly white
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 150lbs

Physical Appearance & Possessions:

Tall and lithe, Chezak moves with a cat-like grace. Proud of his heritage, near to the point of arrogance, he does little to hide his elven nature. His pale blond hair is often pulled back in a single tail held high at the back of his head, showing his pointed ears. Piercing green eyes, outside corners tilted upwards and narrowed, view the world with contempt and disdain. Chezak almost always wears clothing that allows him to move with relative freedom, but are tight enough to show off the wiry muscles of his body. These clothing are all earth tones; light browns and varying shades of green are most often worn.

Slung over a shoulder is a longbow, nearly as tall as Chezak himself. Made of the finest ash, carved by his father, a master bowyer and fletcher, it is one of two things Chezak brought with him from home. The other was the long, thin blade hanging from his left hip, curved slightly as it neared the tip. The falchion was handed down from his father's father's father to him, a legacy of the family. His right hip carried the few arrows he had left to himself.

Other than a few Bishani and basic personal items, Chezak carries nothing else with him.


Powers/Weaknesses:

Chezak, making no moves to hide himself, is often noticed in a crowd. Taller than the average human, he generally stands nearly a head taller in a crowd, and his pointed ears obviously mark him as an elf. This makes it hard for Chezak to move discretely, although he rarely tries to.

Arrogant and haughty, like much of his kind, he often speaks down to people, as if they were too simple to understand what he is saying. Blunt and forthright, Chezak doesn't sugarcoat anything. If there is something wrong, he will be the first to mention it, and generally in a tone bordering on insulting.

His cat-like grace, even while simply walking, is testament to many years learning the art of fighting. Although well trained in the use of his falchion, Chezak is more comfortable with the longbow he carries with him. Because of his father's and uncle's training, Chezak can hit the center of a target nine of ten times. The missed shot is not too far off.

Like much of his kind, Chezak has the ability to sense magic as it is used around him. Within ten or so meters, he can often point to the source of the magic, although much beyond that distance, he can only tell that magic is being used. He has absolutely no aptitude for magic, and does not care to use or learn the use of magic. The only magic Chezak will use without disdain is the one latent within the falchion he carries. This falchion never needs caring for, for nothing can dull it's sharp edge, and no rust could ever catch hold on it's flawless surface.


History

Chezak, descended from a long line of elven bowyers, is one of two who never took up the family tradition. His father's brother, Chezak's uncle Yerek, also walked a different path from that of the rest of the family. Being the eldest son of their father, Chezak's grandfather Durith, earned Yerek the right to carry the enchanted falchion currently residing on Chezak's hip.

When Yerek came back from one of his many adventures, he silently took Chezak aside. Chezak, the eldest grandson, and the only male child from the two sons of Durith, now carried the right to the falchion. Yerek only made it known that carrying the sword carried a price far higher than one expected. Chezak, even at the young elven age of one hundred, knew his path would not lead down his father's and grandfather's path, but lay much farther down a different path. It was on this day that Chezak embarked on his journey, although it was several years later that he would actually set foot outside the boundaries of his home city Guang Wan (roughly translated "Sunshine in the Evening"), in the far east of Tian Xia.

The first two years were spent learning the art of the falchion. Yerek taught Chezak to dance with the sword, to dance with the enemy, to flow from one movement to another without wasting any movement. Chezak took to the sword techniques well, but learned the bow far better than even his father knew it. Within months of Yerek's return, Chezak shot better than both Yerek and his father Kyrth. He was much more comfortable with the bow than the falchion, but he understood his uncle's admonitions of what would happen if someone came to close for him to use the bow properly.

Kyrth watched his son in disdain as he grew farther apart from the family trade, until he could stand it no more. In a showdown of arrogance and stubbornness, the two faced off before a crowd consisting of nearly the entirety of Guang Wan. Having split his father's arrow for the third time in the yearly archery competition to win, Chezak had turned to his father and offered his hand.

Instead of taking it, Kyrth backhanded Chezak's hand away, instead upbraiding him for taking up the ways of his uncle instead of the family tradition. Chezak, stunned to disbelief, simply stared at his father as the man ranted and raved. The last words Chezak heard from his father were, "You are no longer my son! Take your sword and leave my sight, and quit wasting my arrows!"

Chezak simply stared, dumbfounded, for never had his father made his irritation and anger known in such a way. As Kyrth turned his back on his son for the final time, Chezak spoke words that had not been uttered by any in Tian Xia in centuries.

Dropping his head, Chezak lowered himself to one knee, putting his left fist knuckles down in the dirt. Eyes on the dirt, he exiled himself with three simple sentences.

"I am dead to Kyrth D'Maroe. I am dead to Guang Wan. I am dead to Tian Xia."

With each sentence, he placed the index knuckle of his right fist to first forehead, then lips, then heart. As he finished, he stood smoothly, ignoring all the blank faces staring at him. Those present, even those who had not heard the words, but knew the meaning of the motions he had just gone through, completed the exile. After touching right index knuckle to forehead, lips and heart, the crowd, as one, turned their backs on Chezak.

Chezak, heart in the soles of his shoes, threaded his way through the crowd, ignoring those around; ignored by those around. He reached the main road out of Guang Wan and continued walking. He didn't stop until he reached Daloxiu, where he made his way north to the Northern Trade Route. He followed the trade route until he was well past the boundaries of Tian Xia.

He had no destination, but fate stopped him in Thar Shaddin, on the outskirts of Marn.