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Zain son of Abaras
Main Information;; The Known
Nicknames: Z, AbbaAge/birthday: 26, late spring
Gender: Male
Kingdom/Providence: Crystal
Occupation: Royal Bodyguard.
Society/group: --
Rank/Class: Upper Class, Mercenary
Weapons: Zain has several weapons, all perfect for differing ranges.
For sniping those from long distances he carries a steel bow. The quiver he prefers to carry is small so he’s limited on the number of shots he makes and when combined with the bow the pair is designed to appear as a small satchel on his back.
Fir mid range attacks, Zain carries a standard sword on his left side. He’s trained to use it in either hand and with deadly accuracy. It’s nothing spectacular to look at and the least favorite of his weapons.
Hand to hand is where Zain excels as he actually has two prefered weapons. One is a curved short blade with a well honed edge. At one time the edge was poisoned, but Zain kept getting poisoned off his own blade. The mercenary has also come up with a special glove that has curving claw like blades around his fingers. The joints on his hand is protected by a rudementary chain mail underneath. It can only be used when he knows he won’t be using the bow and arrow, however as the claws will snap the string.
Magic: None
The Mirror Room
Face Claim: Sinbad from MAGIAppearance: The gods have blessed Zain with a tall stature and plenty of muscle. His figure won’t ever be called looming, he stands eye to eye with most other men. His whole body is built tall but compact. There’s no wasted space or flab to be found. A daily training regimen keeps his body toned and ready for action. Clothing is more or less optional with him. When his shift is over and the king’s protection has been passed off to another guard, Zain is for the most part shirtless. Pants are always kept on and in public he’s dressed impeccably to reflect his king’s station and to show him respect.
Zain’s lightly tanned skin works well with gold jewelry and he’s collected it over the years. He has large gold hoop earrings and a gold collar he’s particularly fond of. Zain is paid well for his service and as neglected as his clothing can be at times, they’re of fine quality. He also has a series of tattoos across his chest and upper arms. A swipe of read swirls around his pecs and runs to his shoulder to end at his upper arms. Thick black ziggzags outline his abdominal muscles.
Open and Public
Personality: Zain is a proud man, confident in his abilities and looks. He'll use any part of his body to his advantage, whether it's dressing as a woman or flaunting his tanned and sweaty skin. The end justifies the means so he's not the most justice driven guy out there. As long as someone is watching him, Zain will follow the law but in the shadows he'll do whatever he pleases to get the information he needs. Over the years he's been desensitized to seeing others in pain and to their screams. However women with read hair are the exception. Whenever he hears their screams or sees them in danger he can't help but save them. Despite the fact it's been almost ten years Alia's death Zain is still traumatized. Anything close to the same situation will trigger a multitude of horrible memories and emotions and renders him useless in a fight for awhile. It is possible for him to fight through it in extreme cases but it's very rare.
Stubborn and head strong, Zain relies more on instinct than logic. He can read and write well enough but doesn't enjoy either. Book smarts are a waste of time to him as it's only really useful to the elite. He'd much rather train than sit still. A small slip can ruin a whole mission so he trains hard to make sure that doesn't happen. Failure is the worst possible outcome. Zain has a small habit of getting attached to repeat customers. For a long time Bedaya was his only friend and companion. The lonely man quickly got attached to those he repeatedly saw around his home. Of course it doesn't help he has a habit of picking up strays, human or otherwise. Once Zain lets go of the cool exterior he's very concerned about those he's close to.
The Secret Side of Me
Greatest Desire: Zain doesn’t claim to have a greatest desire. At one time it was to have a large family of his own, but nothing has replaced it.Greatest Fear:Being too slow. In one split second he could save the king’s life or let him fall to an assassination. Zain trains himself to make sure that doesn’t happen.
Greatest Secret: Zain is deathly afraid of cats. Their eyes are just plain creepy.
Out of This World
Pokemon: I was thinking with going with the field egg group at first but I'm not sure if they would fit well as any others so... I'll go with the bug, normal or fighting types if that's alright.This is His-story
History: A full moon hung low in the sky as thousands of stars shone steadily. Desert dunes rose and fell protectively around the lone tent fastened to the loose earth. Several light colored horses stood tied and snorted at the cries coming from the lit tent. Zain came into the world on a calm peaceful night. His mother had gone into early labor before she and his father could reach their home on the edge of the desert province in Olivae. The family specialized in breeding fine arabian horses, and shipped their stock to both the Crystal and Diamond kingdoms. A severe drought heavily damaged his families businesses. The Grapes refused to grow and the horses were worth more for their meat than their bloodlines. They sold what they could and fled the desert. Zain's uncle had a stable and enough land to help rebuild the arabian bloodlines. Unfortunately it was in Crystal kingdom. Zain was very young when they moved and because of this he views Crystal as his home country. He had vague memories of the desert but that was about it.
Growing up around animals, Zain had a soft spot for them and would rescue strays. He knew he would follow in his fathers footsteps and continue the family line. At age thirteen he bred his first horse. The foal was a dark bay with one white sock and a pink snip on it's nose. A mare, she was anything but complacent. She kept Zain on his toes or rather kept stepping on his toes. Named Bedaya, she became his trusted companion, even through the storm looming on the horizon.
Zain was fifteen when he found out he was betrothed. Alia was a beautiful woman, long flame red hair and bright golden eyes. Her laugh was like the brush of lotus petals against his ears, he smile lit up his day. They may have been betrothed by their parents but Zain really did love her. Her gentle touches guided him as she tought him to use a bow and arrow for the first time. From a family of weaponscrafters, Alia taught him how to use many different weapons. In return Zain showed her how to ride with the wind and how to show even the dirtiest mutt compasion. They shared their dreams for the future and waited for their eighteenth birthday's and the day they would finally be married.
Several months before the ceremony, Zain took Alia to the sands of his birth. However the trip ended in heart wrenching agony. While on a moonlight ride the pair were ambushed by thieves set on stealing any valuables and their fine mounts. Zain never spared a thought for Alia believing that she would be able to slit the throats of the lousy scoundrels. Yet as the last man ran and Bedaya spun to face Zain's betrothed all was not well. In those few seconds the man's heart froze, not to thaw for a very long time. Alia lay with vibrant red hair fanned around her face. Blood gurgled in her through as she fought to smile up at him. A thieves sword had run her through, piercing a lung and opening a wound that refused to be staunched. She was going to die. Assistance was to far away and her wound to severe to survive the trip.
Even in the face of death, her gentle hands stilled Zain's trembling fists and made him promise to not give up on his dreams because of her. He had so much more to live for and she wanted him to one day be happy again. Then... Alia softly asked him to end her suffering. It was selfish and cruel but she rather die by his hand than bleed to death from a strangers sword. Zain isn't sure how he was able to do it. In the end all he chooses to remember is holding her cooling body and sobbing into her hair.
Bedaya carried him faithfully home. Alia had been buried later that night and Zain had dug her grave. It was a many day trip back home and there would be little left of her to lay to rest there. The next few years were dark one's. Zain let his mare rest for about a week before gathering a small satchel and saddling her and leaving for parts unknown. Alia had taught him how to use weapons and he was going to use them to avenge her. That's how he became a mercenary. He hired out his sword and honed his skills with each strike, but never lost the grace Alia enlisted in him. Breathe. Pivot. Strike. Repeat.
Hunt. Corner. Strike. Repeat. Zain lived like this until he was able to hunt down the den of thieves that had killed his betrothed. With a silent prayer and apology to Alia he slew every single one of them. He stood awhile above their mangled corpses, dripping in their their blood, tasting it in his mouth. Yet it wasn't enough. The pain he'd carried in his chest since that night wasn't gone. Alia was avenged, but Zain still felt shallow. It was a few days before the dark haired man broke down and cried again for his lost love and misplaced justice.
After that Zain stayed in the Crystal kingdom. He joined the royal guards after being referred by a friend. His fighting skills spoke for themselves. Zain didn't really care one way or the other as long as he could keep Bedaya. Sure the king seemed a bit spoiled but most elite were. Zain was more focused on his duties and meeting any new maids or slaves making sure none had ill intentions.
OOC Name:Peach
Other Characters: Nox, Marko
Bio form by ♠spade♠
