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Ziek Sidane
Name: Ziek (Pronounced ZAI-EEK) Sidane
Age: 26
Race: Nomasdae-Kildran (Kildran Father, Nomasdae Mother]
Weapon of Choice: A long serrated spear with a heavy, steel counter-weight at the base of the wooden handle, used to make it both perfectly balanced, and as a means for non-lethal combat. This weight also allows Ziek to throw the spear with deadly accuracy and strength. His former mentor, Syler Hazule, had the unique weapon forged and gave it to him as a gift during their participation in the War of Royalty.
Personality: Those who have met Ziek do not forget him fast. A loud, sarcastic, self-perceived smooth-talker; he always has a witty response (or at least he judges them to be) for any precarious situation regardless of appropriateness. His loud, foul mouth and cocky behavior have, on more than one occasion, gotten him into visible trouble at a time in his life when he should be keeping a low profile. A veteran of war, Ziek suffers from what is known as “Soldier’s Shakes”. To combat the sleeplessness, nightmares, anxiety, and depression that comes with this; Ziek spends his time drowning himself in liquor, women, and false bravado. While traveling from city to city in Southern Zeldwa, he participates in any risky behavior he believes will help him forget the dead and the past.
Description:
If not standing next to a towering T’Odis, one would describe Ziek as being quite tall standing at 6’6. His lithe yet muscular frame hints at both speed and power, although it is usually hidden under loose fitted clothing. Both of his exposed arms are riddled with scars from battles past, while his right is covered from forearm to shoulder in a black skin-ink of a Hawk’s Talon. With a deep bronze skin tone and his black, messy and curly hair, his mixed-race origins are apparent. The darkened hue and squint in his eyelids reveal his lack of acceptable sleep, his emerald green eyes always narrowed. His mouth is seemingly forever plastered with half-smirk, constantly hinting at his mischievous personality. In his ears and left eyebrow are several piercings, a fashion he picked up from his time traveling with pirates in his youth. Ziek spares the occasional moment every few weeks to shave, refusing to grow a long beard. On Ziek’s left wrist is an old Nomasdae slave chain, worn as a memento and a reminder of someone he met long ago.
Background: Ziek was born in a small smithing village just on the outskirts of Ozryn in Kildra to a Kildran father and a Nomasdae mother. His mother unfortunately died during childbirth, and this took a deep emotional toll on his father, the famed smith, Archkan Sidane. Falling into a deep alcoholic depression, Archkan left Ziek mostly to his own devices and to fend for himself. This gave the young Ziek a sense of self-reliance and independence at a young age.
Ziek lost his father at the age of twelve when a band of bandits raided and burned down the quiet village he called home, coming specifically for his father’s steel. Ziek could only watch helplessly, hidden behind a suit of armor, as his father was cut down with his own blades. He was able to escape both the flames and the murderous outlaws, and ran aimlessly into the Kildran plains. It was there that he met a camping Syler Hazule, a bald, meditative Nomasdae man who had just entered the country. Proceeding to tell the strange man of what just happened, while fighting back his tears, the boy hoped to warn the old man of the dangers. Ziek then stared in both bewilderment and awe as Syler wordlessly stood and walked towards the burning village in the distance with nothing but a cane. He contemplated leaving, but with nowhere to go and no coin in his pockets the young Ziek decided to follow the old man out of pure curiosity. From the not so distant hills that lie near the village, Ziek watched Syler stroll over to several boorish looking bandits who were looting a small home on the outskirts of town. It appeared as if one of the bandits was about to speak to Syler, but before he could get a word out, Syler thrust the tip of his steel tipped cane deep into the eye socket of the leather-clad criminal. The other two bandits dropped their ill-got gains and rapidly drew their blades in panic.
What came next was a work of art. Ziek gazed, almost as in a trance, as Syler danced amongst the flames. Every step, every movement was perfectly calculated. They swung their weapons with every bit of their lives, but they never did knick him, even the once. Using only the cane, Syler Hazule ended every bandit’s life that participated in the raid that night, as he fought well into the morning hours. After Syler yanked his cane from the throat of his last victim with a sickening noise, he then turned and, again, wordlessly strolled back to his camp as if nothing had happened. Ziek had witnessed every last action, breathing it in as if it were life saving air. The tragedy of losing his father and everyone he held dear, witnessing Syler’s massacre, and the cold Kildran fall winds all combined has Ziek shaking head-to-toe while he slowly approached a now sitting Syler with caution. The trembling young man asked the elder warrior if he would be willing to take him to Ozryn, where he had family. Syler agreed, although they never made it to Ozryn, instead deciding to travel together through Zeldwa, looking for odd jobs.
Along the way, at Ziek’s behest, Syler began to subject his youthful traveling companion to his rigorous, psychotic, and seemingly abusive combat training. Every morning, afternoon, and evening was spent learning to handle a sword and shield. There would be sparring with two swords in one hand as soon as he was strong enough to hold them for weight training. For months at a time he would be rarely given a break. Running miles, lifting large weight, and climbing hundreds of feet; these were all daily and even hourly activities. When his sword fighting became strong enough, nighttime became designated for reading and studying. Syler would pull books, almost as if out of nowhere, and demand that Ziek read them in short periods of time. Books on fencing, hand-to-hand combat, military strategy, herbology, fictional ballads, and poetry were given to him. Even a cooking book was once thrown at him while Syler was in a drunken stupor, demanding the recipes be memorized. Then, with no warning whatsoever, Ziek would find himself being put through some kind of bizarre tests and trials formulated by the strange and booze soaked mind of the mysterious Syler. With the traditional sword training came these intense feats:
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Ziek Sidane
Name: Ziek (Pronounced ZAI-EEK) Sidane
Age: 26
Race: Nomasdae-Kildran (Kildran Father, Nomasdae Mother]
Weapon of Choice: A long serrated spear with a heavy, steel counter-weight at the base of the wooden handle, used to make it both perfectly balanced, and as a means for non-lethal combat. This weight also allows Ziek to throw the spear with deadly accuracy and strength. His former mentor, Syler Hazule, had the unique weapon forged and gave it to him as a gift during their participation in the War of Royalty.
Personality: Those who have met Ziek do not forget him fast. A loud, sarcastic, self-perceived smooth-talker; he always has a witty response (or at least he judges them to be) for any precarious situation regardless of appropriateness. His loud, foul mouth and cocky behavior have, on more than one occasion, gotten him into visible trouble at a time in his life when he should be keeping a low profile. A veteran of war, Ziek suffers from what is known as “Soldier’s Shakes”. To combat the sleeplessness, nightmares, anxiety, and depression that comes with this; Ziek spends his time drowning himself in liquor, women, and false bravado. While traveling from city to city in Southern Zeldwa, he participates in any risky behavior he believes will help him forget the dead and the past.
Description:
If not standing next to a towering T’Odis, one would describe Ziek as being quite tall standing at 6’6. His lithe yet muscular frame hints at both speed and power, although it is usually hidden under loose fitted clothing. Both of his exposed arms are riddled with scars from battles past, while his right is covered from forearm to shoulder in a black skin-ink of a Hawk’s Talon. With a deep bronze skin tone and his black, messy and curly hair, his mixed-race origins are apparent. The darkened hue and squint in his eyelids reveal his lack of acceptable sleep, his emerald green eyes always narrowed. His mouth is seemingly forever plastered with half-smirk, constantly hinting at his mischievous personality. In his ears and left eyebrow are several piercings, a fashion he picked up from his time traveling with pirates in his youth. Ziek spares the occasional moment every few weeks to shave, refusing to grow a long beard. On Ziek’s left wrist is an old Nomasdae slave chain, worn as a memento and a reminder of someone he met long ago.
Background: Ziek was born in a small smithing village just on the outskirts of Ozryn in Kildra to a Kildran father and a Nomasdae mother. His mother unfortunately died during childbirth, and this took a deep emotional toll on his father, the famed smith, Archkan Sidane. Falling into a deep alcoholic depression, Archkan left Ziek mostly to his own devices and to fend for himself. This gave the young Ziek a sense of self-reliance and independence at a young age.
Ziek lost his father at the age of twelve when a band of bandits raided and burned down the quiet village he called home, coming specifically for his father’s steel. Ziek could only watch helplessly, hidden behind a suit of armor, as his father was cut down with his own blades. He was able to escape both the flames and the murderous outlaws, and ran aimlessly into the Kildran plains. It was there that he met a camping Syler Hazule, a bald, meditative Nomasdae man who had just entered the country. Proceeding to tell the strange man of what just happened, while fighting back his tears, the boy hoped to warn the old man of the dangers. Ziek then stared in both bewilderment and awe as Syler wordlessly stood and walked towards the burning village in the distance with nothing but a cane. He contemplated leaving, but with nowhere to go and no coin in his pockets the young Ziek decided to follow the old man out of pure curiosity. From the not so distant hills that lie near the village, Ziek watched Syler stroll over to several boorish looking bandits who were looting a small home on the outskirts of town. It appeared as if one of the bandits was about to speak to Syler, but before he could get a word out, Syler thrust the tip of his steel tipped cane deep into the eye socket of the leather-clad criminal. The other two bandits dropped their ill-got gains and rapidly drew their blades in panic.
What came next was a work of art. Ziek gazed, almost as in a trance, as Syler danced amongst the flames. Every step, every movement was perfectly calculated. They swung their weapons with every bit of their lives, but they never did knick him, even the once. Using only the cane, Syler Hazule ended every bandit’s life that participated in the raid that night, as he fought well into the morning hours. After Syler yanked his cane from the throat of his last victim with a sickening noise, he then turned and, again, wordlessly strolled back to his camp as if nothing had happened. Ziek had witnessed every last action, breathing it in as if it were life saving air. The tragedy of losing his father and everyone he held dear, witnessing Syler’s massacre, and the cold Kildran fall winds all combined has Ziek shaking head-to-toe while he slowly approached a now sitting Syler with caution. The trembling young man asked the elder warrior if he would be willing to take him to Ozryn, where he had family. Syler agreed, although they never made it to Ozryn, instead deciding to travel together through Zeldwa, looking for odd jobs.
Along the way, at Ziek’s behest, Syler began to subject his youthful traveling companion to his rigorous, psychotic, and seemingly abusive combat training. Every morning, afternoon, and evening was spent learning to handle a sword and shield. There would be sparring with two swords in one hand as soon as he was strong enough to hold them for weight training. For months at a time he would be rarely given a break. Running miles, lifting large weight, and climbing hundreds of feet; these were all daily and even hourly activities. When his sword fighting became strong enough, nighttime became designated for reading and studying. Syler would pull books, almost as if out of nowhere, and demand that Ziek read them in short periods of time. Books on fencing, hand-to-hand combat, military strategy, herbology, fictional ballads, and poetry were given to him. Even a cooking book was once thrown at him while Syler was in a drunken stupor, demanding the recipes be memorized. Then, with no warning whatsoever, Ziek would find himself being put through some kind of bizarre tests and trials formulated by the strange and booze soaked mind of the mysterious Syler. With the traditional sword training came these intense feats:
- At the age of thirteen, Ziek was left deep in the unsettled portions of the Swazi rain forest in Libertia to fend for himself for two months with nothing but a fishing net and a small dagger.
- Forced to hunt daily for both Syler and himself, regardless of whether or not they had coin for food or meals.
- To learn horseback riding, Syler tied Ziek’s legs securely to the horse and set it off down the Kildran countryside.
- For days at a time Ziek would be forced to stand on one leg, on small tree trunks, in the pouring rain and snowstorms to work on his balance and endurance while Syler threw small pebbles at him and laughed.
- Was sold to pirates on his fourteenth born-day by Syler when Syler lost a round of Parshumian dice to the Pirate King Chavi. Ziek had his left pinky removed when caught cheating with said Pirate King in Parshumian Dice. He was bought back by Syler 6 months later, and the old man acted as if he had never left. Ziek had learned to sail in the meantime.
- Was locked in a library in Libertia by Syler for one month at the age of fifteen until he taught himself how to ask to be let out articulately in Parshumese, T’Odis, and Ancient Nomasdae.
- After being taught tracking skills, Ziek would constantly awake to find Syler had abandoned camp and left him a note (usually in a language other than the Common Words) telling him to catch up.
- While he was bathing, Syler would put Ziek’s clothes at incredibly high heights, such as tied to the tops of trees or hanging from a mountainside cliff. Ziek would be forced to reclaim these in the buff.
- Was abandoned in the Desert of Swords for one month with nothing but a few gourds of water and a short sword. He was commanded not to run if meeting a Tral-el, and that Syler would somehow know if he did.
- Instructed by Syler to fence with him blindfolded after becoming somewhat accomplished with swordplay. Each misstep or missed swing was met with a hearty smack on the top of Ziek’s head with his cane.
- Was left in the North Mountain of T’Odis for two months at the age of fifteen with nothing but some furs and a rickety longbow, while Syler stayed comfortably at an inn in L’Aorn. Ziek was not allowed to show his face at the inn until he had a severed B’Aork’s head.
- Syler forced him to make his first kill at the age of fifteen while hunting a bounty they had taken in Kildra. The man, accused of kidnapping, murder, and slavery, pleaded for his life, Syler’s only words were, “Be merciful. Make it quick and painless, young one."
It was during these travels over Zeldwa that the pair met and amassed a following of like-minded and almost equally skilled friends. They had acquired expert swordsman to deadly precise marksmen of all races. From these friends Ziek learned as well. He learned how to wield and properly handle a spear by a famed Parshumian warrior named Channarong Kaouthai, a weapon he quickly became fond of. This core group of friends and travelers eventually became known as the Black Talon Mercenaries. They gained a reputation and notoriety for carrying out any mission handed to them. It was this prestige that earned them their place in Queen's Suzane's Mercenary Army at the beginning of the War of Royalty in the Year 361. Ziek had killed several times since taking his first life, mostly crime bounties, but war was different. He proved to be a fearsome and proficient warrior on the battlefield at a staggeringly young seventeen years old, but his adolescent mind had trouble coping with the realities of warfare.
After several successful battles, where the young merc collected a nearly unbelievable amount of kills, and slayed numerous high-ranking noble generals, captains, and lieutenants in the Kildran Royal Army, tales of his speed, sheer ferociousness, and tenacity earned him the titles "Syler's Butcher Boy" and "Nomasdae Blood Child" by the Kildran Royal Army, and even those fighting alongside him. Something changed deeply inside of Ziek at one point during the war, and he started to freeze in the midst of battle. Being frozen by his nerves, his blood would rush and his heartbeat would increase to the point that he felt like he would lose consciousness. Numerous times towards the end of the war Ziek endangered himself and those around him with his reluctant and delayed behavior on the battlefield. These symptoms are known to veterans of war and combat as "Soldier's Shakes", but luckily for Ziek the war was coming to an end. Prince Unger II forces were defeated at the Battle of Boar’s Den, and the allied Mercenary forces returned back to the capital for their assumed appointed nobility. Things did not go as planned for the Black Talons. Only Syler, Ziek, and Queen Suzane herself know exactly what happened that evening, but for some reason Syler Hazule was accused of attacking the Queen. Many Kildran Noble Lords, when learning this information and with the Queen’s permission, instantly decreed all the Black Talons were to be immediately executed without question. What came next is now known as “The Slaying of The Talons” as the Kildran royal guard surrounded and attacked every Black Talon in Kein. They fought bravely and the streets ran red with blood, but they all were eventually, one-by-one, overwhelmed and slain. Only Ziek and Syler were able to escape in all the chaos. Once the pair had made it safely away form Kein and could rest, Ziek confronted Syler with many truths. The two had a heated exchange that ended in a physical altercation between the mentor and protégé. Finding that Ziek had now grown to be his match, Syler let him go as the men parted ways, so far not crossing each others paths since.
It has been almost five years since that day, and Ziek now travels through Zeldwa with no direction, while drinking whatever he can get his hands on to help sleep and forget the past. His travels have brought him to small village named Jakka’s Crossing in the jungles on the border of Kildra and Libertia. It is here that he has found a small tavern to set up lodge and cause a ruckus, much to the exasperation of the owner and staff.
After several successful battles, where the young merc collected a nearly unbelievable amount of kills, and slayed numerous high-ranking noble generals, captains, and lieutenants in the Kildran Royal Army, tales of his speed, sheer ferociousness, and tenacity earned him the titles "Syler's Butcher Boy" and "Nomasdae Blood Child" by the Kildran Royal Army, and even those fighting alongside him. Something changed deeply inside of Ziek at one point during the war, and he started to freeze in the midst of battle. Being frozen by his nerves, his blood would rush and his heartbeat would increase to the point that he felt like he would lose consciousness. Numerous times towards the end of the war Ziek endangered himself and those around him with his reluctant and delayed behavior on the battlefield. These symptoms are known to veterans of war and combat as "Soldier's Shakes", but luckily for Ziek the war was coming to an end. Prince Unger II forces were defeated at the Battle of Boar’s Den, and the allied Mercenary forces returned back to the capital for their assumed appointed nobility. Things did not go as planned for the Black Talons. Only Syler, Ziek, and Queen Suzane herself know exactly what happened that evening, but for some reason Syler Hazule was accused of attacking the Queen. Many Kildran Noble Lords, when learning this information and with the Queen’s permission, instantly decreed all the Black Talons were to be immediately executed without question. What came next is now known as “The Slaying of The Talons” as the Kildran royal guard surrounded and attacked every Black Talon in Kein. They fought bravely and the streets ran red with blood, but they all were eventually, one-by-one, overwhelmed and slain. Only Ziek and Syler were able to escape in all the chaos. Once the pair had made it safely away form Kein and could rest, Ziek confronted Syler with many truths. The two had a heated exchange that ended in a physical altercation between the mentor and protégé. Finding that Ziek had now grown to be his match, Syler let him go as the men parted ways, so far not crossing each others paths since.
It has been almost five years since that day, and Ziek now travels through Zeldwa with no direction, while drinking whatever he can get his hands on to help sleep and forget the past. His travels have brought him to small village named Jakka’s Crossing in the jungles on the border of Kildra and Libertia. It is here that he has found a small tavern to set up lodge and cause a ruckus, much to the exasperation of the owner and staff.
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