Khaze'to Zhwan

Khaze'to Zhwan
Damned Poacher
Gender	Male
Race	Miqo'te
Clan	Keeper of the Moon
Citizenship	Loosely Gridanian
Age	34
Nameday	21st of the 3rd Umbral moon 1543
Guardian	Oschon, the Wanderer
Occupation	Hunter although the Wood-Wailers would say poacher

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Basic Info

Full Name: Khaze'to Zhwan

Pronunciation: Kah-Zeh-to Zwan

Birthplace: Somewhere in the Twelveswood

Current Residence: Nowhere permanent, Currently residing at the Quicksand.

Relationship Status: Single

Religion: Like many Miqo'te Khaze'to prays to Menphina, the Lover as his primary deity but has a deep and constant respect for the elementals of his home woods, more often than not will make a small prayer asking for their blessing. He is also in the habit of leaving small offerings to the elementals after a successful hunt.

Laterality: Right-handed

Appearance

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 156 ponze

Build: Large and broad, quite muscular after a life hunting.

Skin Color: Blue-Grey

Eye Color: A deep golden yellow

Hair Color: Black with streaks of grey, the tips of his ears are covered in soft sable hair.

Hair Style: Tied back in a tight knot

General Clothing Style: Well fitted and functional is the order of the day, he wears long supple leather boots, finger-less gloves and a light hardened leather top with bone inlay for protection. Khaze'to picked up an odd habit during his days hunting in the Twelveswood. He carved a mask from wood in imitation of the Wood- Wailers and rarely takes it off in public and only with those he trusts. Because of this many have not actually seen his face.

Voice: Soft and deep, generally Khaze'to speaks in a quiet voice but can be loud when he needs to be.

Personality

Initially quiet and reticent, Khaze'to can come across as a little stand-offish and introverted, especially in big groups. This has led to him being somewhat of a loner and stick close to people he knows, However once he feels comfortable it doesn't take long till he is chatting away to whom ever he pleases. He is generally laid back and likes to take things as they come and is generally happy to follow someones lead but if the situation demands it he can leap into action and take control. He is quietly confident in the skills he has acquired and has no desire or need to prove him self to others, because of this he is be resistant to criticism, more so from new acquaintances. Khaze'to has one very obvious personality trait in that he constantly wears a wooden stained mask. This has caused others in the past to view him with suspicion as he refuses to remove the mask around those he does not know or trust. Whilst he knows people will react like this again he stubbornly refuses to remove it with out good cause.

A wanderlust has risen in Khaze'to in recent years. When he was younger he was content to stay with his family and had no desire to leave the woods he called home. Now, however, he has an urge to keep moving and seek out new vistas and peoples. Always, he must know what is over the next hill or around the next bend in the road, to the extent that he will get distracted by new sights, almost forgetting whatever task is at hand.

Skills and Abilities

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History

Learning the trails

Born in the year 1543, Khaze'to's early life was one of little hardship, playing and exploring in the Twelveswood with his brother and 3 sisters, listening to stories on the knees of older family members and dreaming of the day when he can go hunting with his mother and father. On his tenth name day he was gifted his first bow and spear by his parents, great gifts that meant he was growing up. Khaze'to had only played at hunting before, prowling and stalking his siblings under that shade of the great trees. His life changed from that day as he was no longer playing with sticks but learning how to support and protect his family. His mother Khaze Zhwan taught him how to hold the spear and place his feet so he was ready to thrust and dodge at a moments notice. His father Okhi'a instructed him in the way of the short bow, how to sight an arrow and hit a moving target at 300 yalms. Basic leathercraft was taught by his grandfather, a skilled tradesman in his time but now weak in the body. Under his careful eye Khaze'to made his first set of hunting gear. His eldest sister Tyakha taught him to cook the fish that he and his brother Khemi'a caught. The training was hard but effective with Khaze'to picking up the skills needed quickly. At thirteen he was brought along on his first true family hunt and was given the honor of leaving the offerings for the elementals as he has been shown. Eventually Khaze'to was off hunting by him self, roaming further and staying away from the camp for longer on each excursion.

It was on one of these trips at the age of fourteen that he first came across the wood-wailers, he had heard stories of course about the other races that also lived in the Twelveswood and had even met a few now and then when his family met with traveling tradesmen who would trade pelts, meat and potions and salves for certain luxuries unavailable in the woods. However he had been told to stay clear of the masked guardians of the forest towns when out hunting and not be seen lest they take him for a poacher. As he was trailing an antelope the sound of voices ahead caught his attention. Antelope forgotten for now he slowly made his way towards the voices, using every trick he knew to move quietly and unnoticed. He came across a group of three wood-wailers, two Hyur and one Elezen stood around the body of a Ixal. This was another race that Khaze'to had heard about in stories but never in a good way. Wanting to get a closer look and overcome with curiosity Khaze'to forgot one of the basic rules of tracking and moving unseen, don't step on dry sticks. A sudden crack and the wood wailers heads snapped round to where he was concealed. Moving as quickly as a startled Miqo'te can Khaze'to was blindly running away, holding onto his quiver and bow to stop it from rattling. When he was far enough to be sure he was not being followed his allowed himself to slow down and catch his breath. Despite the shock of seeing one of the monsters from his uncles tales and nearly being discovered by the wood-wailers one thing stuck in Khaze'to's mind eye and that was the masks that they wore. Khaze'to had never seen anything quite like it and was taken aback at how beautiful and ornamental they were, they certainly had never been described as such in the stories. Khaze'to started walking back towards the camp when he suddenly remembered the antelope he had been tracking. Cursing as he realised he would be returning empty handed he turned to home. After telling his story to the family Khaze'to lay on his bed and thought about those masks, different patterns appeared before his eyes full of intricate details and delicate carvings. The images slowly passed in front of him as he lay there and he resolved to learn how to carve one for himself.

First love, a new trade and death in the family

The next six years of Khaze'to's life went by relatively quickly, he learnt who trade with when they came to camp and who to turn away. Occasionally he ventured into the outlying settlements of the Twelveswood and learned of the many different races first hand. His first dalliance occurred during one of these visits when he was 15, A beautiful Seeker of the Sun with hair of liquid gold staying at the local inn caught his eye. She was a year older than he and accepted his gifts and bumbling compliments with kind smiles. The courtship lasted a fortnight as he they spent ever more time together and eventually she reciprocated his feelings. The romance whilst sweet as honey only lasted four moons as one day she received a letter from family back in the west. She was to travel home immediately and whilst Khaze'to begged her to stay she only smiled and kissed him before leaving on the very next coach. Whilst there have been other lovers in the years since he still remembers the girl with the sun kissed hair.

Khaze'to also retained his desire to carve a mask for himself in imitation of the ones worn by the wood-wailers and so he spent some time with the local carpenters and learnt how to shape wood to a basic degree. They taught him how to choose a good piece of wood looking at the grain and the shape before carving begins and before long he was getting the basic shape that he wanted. Next he was shown how to refine his carving technique to produce the fine engravings he desired. He also learnt the method to stain the wood in a bright array of colours. He carved many designs and variations though he was never happy with how they turned out simply stating that they didn't match the design in his head. Never the less his discarded masks soon caught the eye of others and people started asking him to design and carve masks for them, He never accepted payment saying that creating the mask was in itself reward.

Despite learning a new craft and falling in love Khaze'to did not neglect to practice with and improve his skills with re-curve bow and light spear. He was a crucial member of group when the family went on hunts as no one could move quite as quickly or quietly. His skill with the bow would never match his sister Tyakha's and his thrust was not as strong as his brother Khemi'a's but his ability to track and trail were second to none. He learnt how to fight and not just hunt when his family's new neighbors arrived. A tribe of Ixal had decided to settle close enough that encounters between the two groups would happen fairly regularly. It was during one such fight in his seventeenth year that his father Okhi'a took a deep wound in the leg from an Ixal blade. Khaze'to felled four Ixal whilst standing over Okhi'a to protect him from further blows. khemi'a and Tyakha continued to rain blows down on the survivors until the Ixel fled the scene. Khaze'to and Khemi'a carried their father back home. The wound was cleaned and a poultice was applied before being bound with clean cloth. It would be to no use however as Okhi'a was taken by fever and died six days later. A death in such a small tight nit family always hits home hard. khaze'to's mother, shaken by the death of her mate retreated from her position of leadership in the group and so the mantle of leadership fell on the shoulders of Tyakha, her oldest daughter. Tyakha attempts to lead her family well and things go smoothly for the first three months but the responsibility thrust upon her and having to be keep up a show of strength takes its toll. It is around this time that the three cities start receiving a wave of new arrivals. The urge to escape and the pressure of leadership causes her to pack her bags one night and run to Gridania. Khemi'a, always so devoted to his big sister, follows at her heels leaving Khaze'to and his two younger sisters alone with an increasingly infirm grandfather and a mourning widow.

Wandering siblings and new responsibility

Coming soon!

A fallen moon and a new world

Coming soon!

Contacts

Friends

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Enemies

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Associates

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Affiliations

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