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Post by Aro on Jan 29, 2017 3:35:56 GMT
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| Kiawah; The Emperor. It was such a strange thing to Aro, to see someone who had always been such a dear friend to suddenly become their ruler in what felt like only a night. Everything had changed and Aro wondered how it would affect Vero. Aro was not a fool. Little could be hidden between brothers, especially ones that were so close and so fond of one another. Short of teasing, Aro never fully gave the secret, intimate relationship any words. It was a private thing that truly was not any of his buisness unless Kiawah hurt Vero in some way, but their relationship had never felt or seemed abusive. Of course, becoming the Emperor meant much would change. He'd been wanting to ask Vero how he was faring with the change in status, but it wasn't exactly a simple subject to broach. However when Vero wandered into the training pits, Aro couldn't help grinning at him. His opponent was a good match, but Aro was always eager to prove himself whenever Vero was around.
"Breath comes easy, brother" he laughed a little as he forced his spear into the dirt. He nodded at his sparing partner as he headed off for a break of his own. "You seem pleased," he noted as he wandered over to the bench where he'd left his belongings. He sat down and grabbed his waterskin and took a long drink, realizing he may have spoken a little prematurely. He was worn out.. it'd been a long day. "Have you met with our new Emperor?" his eyebrow arched as he grinned a little at the way it sounded. "It's all strange to think about." |
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Post by Aro on Jan 29, 2017 1:07:31 GMT
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| The festivities were exciting; a victory against those who would take all that they had. They chose the wrong village to attack. It had been a violent battle that Aro had enjoyed far more than he should have. Celebrating now, while almost everyone was here and just as excited about the victory had Aro grinning ear to ear with reddened cheeks from all the wine he'd been gulping down. Savannah's challenging was hardly out of the norm but when she said that she could take the sparring women and his brother he laughed loudly. "I'd pay to see such a show," he grinned as he leaned back with his hands on the bench. He lightly pushed Kiawah into Vero as he spoke. "I'm assuming your bet would be on Vero," he grinned; his loose tongue a result of the wine that warmed him. As Savannah stood; riling up the others he raised his cup with a wide and rather excited smile.
"Cara ought to catch up at least!" he teased as he took another gulp of his wine. He didn't know who would win, as both were formidable enough. Without weapons though? It'd be interesting enough. "Leave it to Kiawah not to play favorites," he chuckled as he winked back at the warrior. Aro shifted to give them a little space, more out of expecting the unexpected. Savannah could decide to start a fight without warning and he didn't feel like getting kicked on either of their way down. He reached behind Kiawah and nudged Vero with a curious grin. "And where do you place your bet brother?" he asked. He'd been against both of them in a fight and he knew they were talented enough. |
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Post by Aro on Jan 27, 2017 3:40:12 GMT
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| Deep within Podakru lands, a feral creature called the woods home. Of course, he wasn’t always a creature... he used to have a name, a home, a brother... He used to hold a sword and shield with pride while he fought for his people and now he tore into a buck’s throat with his bare hands like an animal; feasting on his kill. Whatever he used to be he was no longer; now he was a reaper. The Mountain came down upon the Yujleda scouts who had wandered too close, ages ago and from the warriors they plucked Aro Kom Yujleda and made him into what he was now with pain and intoxication. After the mountain fell, he fled. He went west with all the red he could carry in a leather bag he’d stolen off the corpse of a fallen Trikru warrior after the fight.
Now he was surviving and avoiding camps and villages. He’d heard rumors that Skaikru had managed to cure a reaper, but this didn’t appeal to him. Not in this state. Going days without the red was painful enough. To stop it entirely was unthinkable; which was a thought that paled him every time he looked at his dwindling stash of the drug. It was the only thing that concerned him... When he heard movement, he straightened himself out and snarled with blood pouring from his mouth. He could smell their flesh; closer than the nearby Podakru village. They rarely came into the woods; the reason he stayed in them. It was strange to hear a scout, or a hunter so close. Perhaps they were tracking the deer that he’d so viciously killed. He didn’t know, but his sword was drawn; ready for a fight.
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Post by Aro on Jan 26, 2017 23:28:26 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ | .:Name:. Aro Kom Yujleda .:Nick Name:. None .:Affiliation:. Reapers - Yujleda .:Age:. Twenty-Four | ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ | .:Physical Appearance:. Aro has always had rather long hair he's kept pushed away from his face. It's thick and wound into medium sized dreads that keep it in place. He keeps it manageable. His skin is rather tanned from hours in the sun. His eyes are dark brown with dark, thick brows framing them. His ears are pierced as is his nose. Once, before becoming a reaper he would wear a nose ring. Now, the only peircing he has kept is one in his ear where a long earring made up of feather and cloth hangs, dishevelled. He is built like a warrior with thick arms and a pronounced chest. In the heat of Yujleda territory he rarely wore much armor. .:Height:. 6'0" .:Portrayed by:. Ande Cunningham | ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ | .:Personality:. Aro has always had a more relaxed, playful aura about him that has never been snuffed out. No matter how many times he's been bested while training, he's always managed to come back with a grin and a playful remark. He's never fallen in battle, though this has much to do with the bond he has with his older brother Vero, who has always been rather protective of him as they've grown up. Despite the fact that his older brother is much more skilled in battle, Aro has never really been envious. Yes, he wishes to be better, but the relationship that he has with his brother has always been far more important to him than his pride. There have been rare instances where Vero's protective nature has pushed Aro to prove himself all the more. That motivation has been enough to overcome his playful, flippant nature-- making him one of Yujleda's more talented, reputable warriors. Protecting his people has always given Aro much pride. After being taken by the mountain, Aro was broken by it. His playfulness was replaced by white hot rage and blood lust, along with an addiction to the Mountain Man made drug 'red'. The transformation into the abominable creature has crippled any personality that Aro has developed and made him into something he isn't; a weapon. .:Special Skills:. Aro is a skilled bowyer. During his time away from the battlefield he often works on weapons, but his true skill is with the woodwork that comes with winding a bow. The trees in Yujleda territory are perfect for the ranged weapons and though the bows he makes lack originality they are powerful ranged weapons. He is also a talented fighter. | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. Yujleda Territory .:Family:. Aro lost his parents at a young age and barely remembers them. His only surviving family is his brother Vero, with whom he shares a close bond. .:Occupation:. Warrior - Reaper .:History:. For as long as Aro can remember, he's been trained as a warrior by his older brother's side. He doesn't remember his parents, nor do people tell him of them. His priorities have always been set on the task; training and his brother Vero. He spent his entire childhood training to become a skilled fighter for Yujleda, though his trainers and fellow warriors frequently would grow irritated by Aro's playful attitutde. Though his games may have seemed as trivial as the games of a child, he was never truly distracted. He was rarely outmatched-- though his skills were bested by his brother, making Vero rather protective whether Aro felt he needed to be or not. Still, Aro didn't resent his brothers overprotective nature. It gave him a sense of security that many others could never have for themselves. His life was nothing more than blood, war and the occasional lapses in time where his people had peace. Everything changed when he was taken by the Mountain. Reapers attacked a group of scouts that had ventured too close to the mountain. They killed so many of them and took the warriors captive. It was one of the few times that Aro was separated from Vero... Instead of being kept with the others, Aro was separated and tortured. Electricity, red and cruelty turned him into a beast-- a reaper. Day by day, he felt himself slipping farther away from himself. His memories became shadowed. His affections were forgotten. He lost himself completely; desperate for red. When the mountain fell at the hands of Skaikru the reapers were left. Aro managed to take advantage and steal the vile drug-- but without the alliance that promised the reaper's return to men, Aro has been struggling and living much like a wounded animal. He's been separated from his commands and with each day that passes his supply of red runs low. As does his will to ration it. An addict is not truly capable of reason. | ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ | .:Name or Online Alias:. Amber .:How Did You Find Us:. Hi I'm Amberlyn and I'm a character addict.
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