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Post by Tripion -- Shudamin on Dec 15, 2019 21:56:39 GMT
Tripion immensely disliked venturing so far from his home. It was enough to go to the capital of the Azgedan land and travel far from his small hut in the woods for long periods of time . . . but this journey, was on a whole other level. Fortunately, he was not alone. He was accompanied by some of the finest warriors of Ice Nation, for his task was one of great import. He would be supplying the weapons for training the newest recruit of Nightbloods. He had done so in the past, but this time . . . his presence was expected. To tweak and mould each one to fit the warrior to perfection. The task was not impossible, or even difficult for the weapons maker . . . it was the unfamiliarity of his surroundings that made him uncomfortable. But he laid low and did his work, needed to meet with each of the warriors to get a better idea of their size and what weapon would best suit them.
He had set up shop in the busy city of Polis, already greeted by their Heda. He was often told by others that the less he said, the better. So he kept the conversation brief and to its point. But having to converse with the Nightbloods . . . well, it made not talking practically impossible. "Little man," he called to one of them. He didn't know their names and he had not asked. "What weapon you use?" He looked like a sword person. With the thought already in mind, he abruptly took the boys hand in his own, Tripion's finger tracing over the palm of his hand. "Sword." He concluded, answering his own question. It was actions such as these that deemed him odd, and while those in Azgeda knew him well enough to expect it, perhaps those in these parts of the land did not.
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Post by Tripion -- Shudamin on Dec 15, 2019 21:46:40 GMT
If there was one thing that Tripion took great pride in, it was his weapons. His work. It was the only reason he would go into a more populated area; venturing from his little hut deep in the woods. Isolated from all others, just as he liked it. But alas, he had work to do and it brought him to the training camp where his little blacksmith tent was set up. He was already putting the final touches on his latest sword, made specially for a very important warrior. Nia's right hand woman. She had certain tasks that differed from all others and with that, came the necessity of specific weapons to do the job. He had given her a new set of arrows, meat to travel further and strike deeper. He had slightly changed the shape and width of the arrows to, what he deemed as, perfection.
Seeing her approach him now, he set down his latest sword and turned to face the Azgedan warrior. "You waste arrows," he both questioned and accused, his tone far from hostile. But . . . many didn't exactly understand him and the inner workings of his mind. Some tried to, some mocked, and some just needed him for his skills. He was indifferent to all things, because just as he held pride in his work, he knew his work was valuable enough to keep him around. And to keep him alive.
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Post by Tripion -- Shudamin on Sept 26, 2017 3:09:57 GMT
While it was no rarity for Tripion Shudamin to talk to himself . . . he really felt the need to now. Having witnessed so many deaths. The oddities of nature claiming their lives. It left the man in a state of shock. One that had long subsided when he realized that he would live through it. How? He hadn't the faintest idea. He had merely hid in a strange secluded place with cold, metal walls surrounding him. But, it had been enough. So when he stepped out, he did not know how much time had passed. Days. No more than that for otherwise, he would have died of starvation. The first thing he did when he emerged was hunt. Which . . . was not too difficult for in the path ahead of him, lay a deer, collapsed onto the ground. It appeared another animal got to it first, a lurking panther.
Tripion picked up a rock and threw it at the creature to shoo it away, words to match. "SHOO! SHOO!" He said, flailing his entire body into a zealous leap as if to ward him off. It seemed to work well enough. When he neared the deer, he crouched down, pulling out a dagger though quickly spun around with the extended weapon and now for an entirely different reason. A cracking of a twig; rustling of leaves. A figure in the not so far distance. All he saw was the silhouette as it neared closer. "This one is ours!" Meaning his own. He exclaimed. "Mine!" He added on possessively, his face scowling. And yet . . . there was intrigue, in seeing that someone else had survived where he had not seen anyone else since the moment he stepped out of the secluded place.
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Post by Tripion -- Shudamin on Sept 26, 2017 3:01:13 GMT
Word had quickly reached the Azgedans that the Queen was dead, and that King Roan would take the throne. There was both joy and sadness in this news. The clan would mourn for its queen, but celebrate the return of their once prince . . . now embraced as king. So when everyone gathered in the capital to see him, Tripion Shudamin was among them. He stayed behind most of the crowd, a hood over his head as he just watched the scene unfold. The queen had never been fond of Tripion, and he had kept his distance, though fulfilling his tasks of providing weapons.
He was closer to the prince . . . or king rather. King. King Roan. The thought caused a smile to curl onto Tripion's lips as he let out a high pitch giggle. Watching Roan's return was truly a glorious thing. His expression sobered when he could have sworn Roan made eye contact with him. Or perhaps it was with someone nearby. Either way, it had caused Tripion to slightly recoil back, taking a few steps behind him, eyes still locked onto the no longer exiled man.
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Post by Tripion -- Shudamin on Sept 26, 2017 2:56:20 GMT
When Tripion had found out the news, he was . . . saddened. More than saddened. He was quite fond of the royal family, and this was inclusive of the future king. So when word came to Azgeda that he was being exiled . . . Tripion was shocked and nearly devastated by the news. Roan had always been good to him and he felt as of he was losing a friend. Physically anyway. So when Roan was to set off, Tripion Shudamin was not far behind. He was following him as the son of the Queen made his way through the woods, further and further away from the capital.
Every time the other male would turn around, Tripion would hide behind a tree trunk, poking his head out when he heard Roan's footsteps continue forward. It came as no surprise that Roan knew he was being followed, so when he stopped, Tripion did too, aware of what the gesture meant. As if caught doing something, he slunk out from behind the concealment of any trees and stood several steps away from the other male. "Where will Roan go?" He asked him, curious as to where the Azgeda prince would travel.
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Post by Tripion -- Shudamin on Sept 24, 2017 21:01:38 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Neither names he goes by are his true names; his birth name is unknown. When re-entering society, he was called Tripion (tripi meaning strange, on meaning one). Eventually, as his skills became more known and popular, others began to call him Shudamin (shuda meaning weapon, amin meaning master) .:Nick Name:. The two names above are technically his nicknames. .:Affiliation:. Azgeda; incredibly loyal to his clan. .:Age:. 30s.
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Tripion has a tall, lanky, thin build. His hair is light brown and often disheveled. He has a small moustache and beard that he sometimes keeps tied up. Perhaps his most prominent feature -- apart from his height -- is his eyes. They are often outlined with black and streaks coming down onto his cheeks. He dresses in neutral and comfortable clothing and when wandering around, carries his weapons of choice: an axe and a dagger. .:Height:. 6"4' .:Portrayed by:. Gustaf Skarsgård
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.:Personality:. Tripion is one of a very unique mind. It sometimes is compared to that of a child, or completely misunderstood. His mannerisms and mindsets deviate from the social norm among the Grounder community (i.e talking to himself, referring to himself in third person, hallucinating, etc). He has moments where his voice has a slightly high pitch tone to it, vastly different from how one would assume he would speak. He has no concept of personal space, and often puts his hands on others, whether its touching their hair or cheek. Had it not been for his masterful skill in weaponry, he most likely would have been ostracized and banished. He is well known throughout Azgeda as a blacksmith, providing the best weapons of the highest quality for the warriors.
He is very proud of his work, and can be quite eccentric, jovial, and zealous. He is prone to sudden abrupt shifts in his moods however. He has his own unique sense of humor that only some -- if any -- may understand, and his ways of doing things is incredibly different which is not always accepted. He is unpredictable in his actions and thoughts, and can be quite cryptic in his speech. He is actually intelligent, though it is more reflected in his work rather than verbal communication. This trait is not always associated to him however, due to his mannerisms.
Not every ones gives the chance to get to know him. Those that do, he is very loyal to, which is one describing word that quite accurately fits him. For if there is one thing that he is, it is incredibly loyal especially to Azgeda, inclusive of the royal family. He despises Skaikru, finding them an abomination. He is very, VERY spiritual in Grounder beliefs and travels to Polis when he can, even providing weapons for the armies there at times. .:Special Skills:. Tripion is considered perhaps the best blacksmith in all of Azgeda, and well reputable among others. His is not modest nor is he arrogant in his skills. He is proud of his work, but does not boast about what he can do. He shows skills in crafstmanship and can manufacture any weapon, inclusive of unique designs. He also has an excellent memory and while he may not hold grudges, he certainly does not forget things. He sees things differently from others which is both a weakness and a strength. Despite his creation and exposure to weapons, he is mainly skilled with an axe and dagger.
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.:Birthplace:. Somewhere in Azgeda .:Family:. Unknown .:Occupation:. Blacksmith / Craftsman .:History:. Not much is known about Tripion's past. He does not talk about it either. Despite his excellent memory, even he can only recall so much. He was abandoned at a young age as it had been clear early on that he was not like the others. He did not have a physical deformity, but his mental state was not that which was considered "normal". So his parents left him in the woods, to succumb to the natural elements. Quite the opposite occurred however. He was found by a warrior and decided to take him to be trained as one. Not knowing his true name, he was given the one "Tripion" which means "Strange One". Enlisted to be in the Azgeda army, Tripion began to train among the others but once again, it was quite clear that he was not like the others.
His skills in combat were lacking and he did not share the mind of a typical warrior. He was often found in solitude, tampering with the weapons. It was realized that he made them stronger, more sturdy, adjusting them to better fit the warrior. Upon this realization, he was tasked with aiding in the manufacturing of swords, shields, spears and other weaponry. He became the blacksmith's apprentice. His name eventually went from "Tripion" to "Shudamin" which means "weapon master". When the blacksmith was dismissed of his position, Shudamin fully took over, though not taking an apprentice of his own. No one could quite understand the workings of his mind. He became well known, and close to the royal family and army. He began to gain respect -- somewhat -- among their people . . . even though others are still not quite sure how to react to him.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. euphoria .:How Did You Find Us:. I have no self control, so sue me!!!
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