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Post by Arrow on Nov 6, 2018 19:22:36 GMT
@ilian Arrow stood by the field chosen for their warriors to spar. He was observing them trying to master a new skill. Said skill had been observed by one of their - technically his - many spies in the other clans. He had the spy train it, learn it, so he could now teach it. His first trouble in all of his doings was to make sure his warriors would not be caught of guard. It his clan was to stay relatively powerful, he intended to milk every possible advantage he could get. That also meant he would have to go back to Polis soon, to make sure his presence there was well known and his influence remained.
Most warriors had started a while ago when he spotted a familiar face, one of the most promising warriors their clan had to offer. "Ilian, nice of you to make it!" His voice was laced with sarcasm, but at the same time, he understood the warrior. He had a family, responsibilities outside of training, being late would not have consequences for him, if he made up for it by being diligent and hard-working. That was something most of them respected. "Get into there. There is a new technique to learn."
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Post by Arrow on Aug 3, 2018 16:09:42 GMT
She was good. Innocent even. Perhaps even in need of protection, because while she was right, he knew his own kind. He knew the violence imbedded in their hearts, in his own as well. He was brought up a warrior. If he had to, he would wade through a field of blood, just like their wanheda - Clarke - had, but he was also different. He would not just willingly add to the pile of blood just to save his people, he would also surprisingly willingly add some of his own people, if it saved the collective. And there was the matter that power, true, sweet power was the sweetest siren song he ever heard. The fact that he could outplay rulers, well this was satisfaction in itself.
And here she was, smiling. And for some reason, his heart seemed to react differently to that smile. Because while power was his siren song, her smile was sweet and calling him as much as power, if not perhaps more. Arrow couldn’t help his own smile. Maybe in this world, there was hope, in more than one way. Because she held power in a way she did not realize and he felt the need to protect something so innocent and he was sure others would, too. “A very noble and impressive thought. I have to admit, that you are intriguing me. I hope you allow me to get to know you more.”
Leiana LaCroix
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Post by Arrow on May 16, 2018 16:23:46 GMT
Yeah sure!! I prefer to plot via PMs, so maybe we take it to PMs?
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Post by Arrow on May 12, 2018 18:28:54 GMT
"Clarke then." He actually had no idea, or care what her true name was. He had distanced himself from Lexa when times were tough and against her and with right. He had taken distance from every leader when it was no longer within his interest or beneficial for him. With his ambition, he had to take care of himself and thus of his people. With their ambassador gone, with how their people were ruled, he was sure he had to reach for his ambition. He had to admit, he was impressed with how she acted around him, how despite her openess, she showed strength, strenght of the mind, which others were severely lacking.
"I do not doubt that. I have seen the field of blood your people once left. But so far, Clarke, has been the only one I experienced willing to wade through the field of blood and still add to the pile of bodies just to save you all. Over and over again. She was a symbol many of my people cared more about than yours." He said. "Where is she anyway? I have not seen her yet." And maybe it meant he would never see her again. With her, things could be explossive down here, or soon finding peace.
"An easy target? We all are easy targets here. We are sitting ducks, no way out and all of us are still just made of flesh and blood and so easy to kill. Down here, it seems we all bleed the same. I think I would like to get to know one who still manages to smile this freely."
Leiana LaCroix
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Post by Arrow on May 9, 2018 16:48:01 GMT
Arrow didn’t know what he had actually expected. He had approached the girl because of how she was, but having her turn around on him so quickly, brightly and cheerful was a bit of a shock. Nobody he had ever encountered, in any position was ever carefree enough to turn around open armed, with open hands and a smile. Her posture alone took him by surprise. Everything about her screamed open and the hardened warrior for once felt his intention face. How could he ever anticipate someone so far from his own culture in just her posture? With this one little thing, she essentially disarmed him in a way he had never been disarmed. Openness was something he had never truly seen. Being one for scheming and games of power himself, this was entirely new to him. He had surrounded himself truly with people who could help him rise and only those. He was opportunistic enough to even turn coats once or twice, to scheme beyond what was his position, to reach for leadership through power instead of position.
“I believe you.” He said. “Nobody would be this open in posture if it was faked. These movements tend to be unconscious, tells of who a person truly is beyond.” He explained as he came a little closer so to not strain their voices. This was one of his tells. He did tend to whisper into people’s ear, to seek conversations as privately as possible.
“The world is also a dangerous place. Especially my people. Make sure your cheerfulness and kindness are not mistaken for weakness. My people tend to punish weakness even if it’s not there.” He said, knowing very well what it meant. Weakness was something not everyone saw similarily. “I am Arrow. I am of Trishanakru and, well I do not have to ask you where you are from. You are of Wanhedas people.”
Leiana LaCroix
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Post by Arrow on Apr 30, 2018 17:03:15 GMT
Oh how the game has changed once again. Arrow had seen the rise of the coalition, the rise of a clan and now both the fall of a clan and of a coalition. Flokru was no more. The coalition in itself was no more. Nightblood lost meaning and power to an unknown degree. And even the power within what once was the coalition and was now another one, had shifted entirely. Away from the ones born on the ground towards skaikru. As much as Skairippa proclaimed unity, the truth was different and glaringly obvious. Only skaikru had the skills and knowledge to operate the bunker. If they wanted to, they were in power, if they reminded everyone of what was at stake: Their very own lives. And Azgeda the once strong and proud clan, was without their monarch.
Everything was changing. And he knew he had to adapt if he wanted to survive in this situation. And if he could do something, it was adapt and sweettalk people. He watched skaikru closely. There was one, one girl, he was actually interested in. She was, despite everything around her, sweet, smiling. She had somehow held onto something most of them had lost and it intruiged him. So one day, with his ration in hand, he went up to her. "You seem to be the only cheerful one here or is that all an act?"
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Post by Arrow on Apr 30, 2018 16:51:48 GMT
I won't just survive, oh you will see me thrive! Trishanakru | War chief | 26 | bi-sexual
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Post by Arrow on Apr 29, 2018 19:06:04 GMT
Arrow stood in the training area in Polis, staff in hand, his shirt long gone, discareded due to the long hours of training he was upholding. He was a watcher at the moment. Politics had a habit of changing, especially when many differen cultures came together under one umbrella. Some more willing than others. It was easy to see that Azgeda was going in a different direction than the other clans, ready to even go into war. He could see it, he just was not sure if others saw the sublte signs of things going that direction. There was force in the way Polis tried to act. Join. Or be joined against your will. Join or be an enemy. And while on paper joinging was on the table, it was clear to Arrow how things would go.
He could see it in who remained in Polis. Azgeda who were no warriors were slowly leaving the city. Merchant after merchant left to resupply, they said, or due to familial requirements, they said. But he knew what this was. They brought their people back, to what looked like safety. Only warriors remained. Warriors and spies. They looked like normal citizens, but he knew better. And so he trained for a coming war, that only few could see.
When he heard the steps behind him, he spun his staff and finally himself then stopped, just before his cousins neck. "You walk as audibly as Pauna, Costia." He said nonchalantly. As he leaned onto his staff, watching her graceful movements. "You look as troubled as I feel. Trouble in paradise?"
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Post by Arrow on Apr 23, 2018 15:38:36 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Arrow kom Trishanakru .:Nick Name:. None .:Affiliation:. The Coalition, Flamekeepers and Trishanakru .:Age:. 26
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Arrow is strong and muscular, a fighter trained from early childhood. He accentuates his powerful appearance, claiming power and obedience where he goes. He proudly wears signs of his power, insignias of his kills and victories in wars and fights. To keep him able to fight without being hindered he keeps his hair short and his clothing functional, with his insignia in layers that allow him to take them off quickly. .:Height:. 1,73m .:Portrayed by:. Zac Efron
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Being raised by two powerful warriors from opposing clans, he had always been raised to rise above what he was born as. With his fathers status in Trishanakru, Arrow became a warrior early on and years of training made him strong and lethal. He is cunning, calculating and cold. He only cares for a handful of people, but mostly for his own gain and the greater good of his plan. And in his eyes, the greater good of his people lies in the fittest leader and a strong alliance. He is a very charming man, able to sweet talk just about anyone if he wants to, which he only uses to gain position. He has a goofy side that comes out only with close friends, who are very very rare to him. Even his friends he rarely lets in closely. Emotions cloud judgment after all. .:Special Skills:. He is an expert fighter with a staff and sword and a skilled survivor.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Polis .:Family:. Redick om Trishanakru and Kara kom Trikru, Costia kom Trikru (cousin) .:Occupation:. Warrior .:History:. Arrow was born in Polis and named after a deadly weapon that got far in life and was almost unstoppable, in hopes he would be a great warrior. He was brought up among children of many clans. He started training as a warrior in Polis when his parents were happy together, an unlikely union between two clans, forged by actual love and circumstance as Polis allowed for them to meet on neutral ground away from strict Clan loyalties. And yet both his parents were loyal to their clan respectively and instilled that loyalty in Arrow. When his mother died when Arrow was barely ten, his father took him to his village, swaying Arrows loyalty just a bit towards Trishanakru, but his mothers influence remained and kept him open towards the other clans. The youth stayed with his Clan for as long as necessary to be considered old enough to return to Polis.
There he trained under the ambassadors of his clan and Flamekeepers. He learned that the way to keep his clan save was to keep the coalition safe and so his loyalty transcended that to his clan towards the Alliance and the true power behind it. He fought the wars of the commander, rising not only in the armies of his clans, but in the armies of the coalition to a trusted war chief, commandeering a good part of the forces of Trishanakru and a joint armies of the coalition. He always kept himself close to the ambassadors of his clan, always ready to whisper into the ears of those with true power, ready to swing with the wind should someone else suddenly seize power. He knew that the true potential lay in the faith, the structure of the coalition and making their own alliances with the clans that would transcend the loyalties of the coalition. He had luck with his ways of rising. Being distantly related to Costia gave him a headstart. His charming ways and power got him ambassador Rafel on his side for the most part and leaders of other clans armies. It put him and Trishanakru in a rather comfortable position and ultimately it put him in a position that enabled him to get a spot in the bunker and survive.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Ash .:How Did You Find Us:. Uhm…. It’s been a while?
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