[hider=Atl][center][B]Atl[/B]
[i]CRUSH! KILL! MAIM! BLEED! BLEED! FOR THE CHIEFTAIN![/i][/center]

[indent][b]Full name:[/b] Atl Eztli
[b]Titles:[/b] Jungle Savage
[b]Rank:[/b] Boar
[b]Age:[/b] 31
[b]Gender:[/b] Man
[b]Appearance:[/b] 
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[b]Personality:[/b] Atl is a man with simple tastes. He loves to fulfill his carnal desires, and to brawl. He is blood-thirsty and incredibly rash, which is aided by the fact he is not too wise and is also illiterate. He has a distrust of scholars, who use books, and those who engage in frivolous things. He holds reverence for those who call upon the spirits of the ancestors to help in healing the injured. (ie. Medicine-Men.) He holds a fierce loyalty to those who he considers his kin, and those who would run or betray their commanders/kin are the worst in his eyes, and should die an unworthy death, such as by disease or old age from servitude. 

[b]History:[/b] Beyond the massive and expansive mountain range, affectionately called the Devil's Barricade, which lays to the east of Aron, there is the harsh landscape of Sovajra. Beyond the mountains, and the closest to Aron lay the harsh deserts of Sovajra, which take up around 43 percent of the land. It is a blistering, and hot desert wasteland, with few scattered Oasis where the stronger of the tribes gather around, harvesting some serial crop that grow in the area, and pursuing the local fauna, such as coyotes, vultures, and other creatures who survive in these blistering sands. The only true resource in these deserts, are salt and lime-stone, and some shells and fish off the coast to the north. The south is much hillier, as is the east, which separates the desert from the rest of the landscape. The other 57 percent of the land is a dense, wet, and humid jungle and marshland swamps which are breeding grounds for disease, and vicious wildlife. In the center of this western front, is a massive volcano, that is quite active, which provides a rich and fertile soil for growing of crops, and expanses of obsidian. It also contains some iron, but of a low quality, which would need purifying and refining, before it would be a useful iron. 

Atl was born to the Eztli tribe of barbarians, in the harsh jungles of Sovajra, far from the noble volcano, and off of a small tributary which fed into a larger marsh further south. He was born to the world, as a future warrior of his tribe, and would bring blood-shed to all who opposed the tribe. Atl would constantly pick fights on his older kin, especially the ones who were larger, in order to train himself, and because he enjoyed the challenge. During these childhood skirmishes, which he would frequently get beaten by as the older children were more experienced and stronger than him, he knew with each beating he took, he would become stronger, and more useful to the tribe. Eventually Atl would beat the children who won their encounters in childhood, by besting them into adulthood. Atl had become a true barbarian warrior, useful to the tribe. However, the tribal family would not always be at war, and as such his blood-father took him under his wing to construct stone tools, for the tribe to use. 

Atl was used to the small skirmishes between rival tribes, and would constantly fend them off from trying to take territory that belonged to his tribe, or fight against them for reasons of honor and blood feuds. His tribe fought bravely and fiercely each time, taking captives from the other tribes, and sending them back, without hands or other limbs, to send a message, to not mess with the tribe. However, the time came when these smaller tribes, and new neighboring tribe, led by a young Warrior Priest, Yaotl a member of a tribe that was almost snuffed out by the Etzli tribe. These tribes sickened by their defeat against the Etzli would forge the Deepmarsh Pact, an alliance between their respective tribes. That is when they launched an assault upon the Etzli tribe in the dead of night. Atl fought as much as he could, but he found himself defeated, and watched in horror as the Tribal Chieftain was taken and placed upon a freshly constructed altar and sacrificed. The Deepmarsh Pact sold Atl off, instead of keeping him as a warrior slave. While he was being escorted by his slavers, through the hills and through the deserts to a prominent northern trading ground. 

The Slaver Band, composed of tribal members of the Deepmarsh Pact, and a few Envoys from the Desert Trading Post, to serve as guides through the hills and into the deserts. Trekking through the Desert, the band spotted a small group that looked armed, and had healthy individuals among them. They were not on the back of any steed, and looked somewhat lost. The leader of the Slavers ordered the men to attack. However, they did not expect the Iron Company to put up such a fight, and during the distraction some of the slaves, Atl among them were able to fight back and help secure victory. The slavers were defeated, and the slaves freed. 

Atl unaware of the location of the others of his tribe, and knowing his tribe was most likely vanquished, eagerly inquired of this strangely dressed tribe if he could help them in anyway. They did find a use for his offered services, as they gave him a job amongst them, to serve under the Queen, what these strange foreigners called their Chieftain. 

Atl eagerly accepted this task, eager to serve the Chieftain whose strange tribal warriors saved him from a life of servitude. Though, Atl will have to grow accustomed to their foreign tribal ways. 
 
[b]Skills:[/b] Atl is skilled in close-combat brawling, though he prefers punching to grappling. He is also skilled in the use of axes/clubs and spears. (Though he is trying out swords, and trying to get a feel for them.) He is also is good at hunting/gathering, alongside having general wildness survival skills, and some stone-working (primarily for weapon crafting.)
[b]Dreams and fears:[/b] Dreams to crush his enemies, and see them driven before him, and to hear the lamentations of their women. He also dreams of finding living members of his tribe. Fears a life of peace and harmony, with no war to fight. Also has a fear of losing his pet cat. 
[b]Favored equipment:[/b] Little to no armor, axes, clubs, and spears. He prefers the weapons to be made of stone, as that was the equipment he used for most of his life.
[b]Extra:[/b] Atl has a domesticated black cat, which he affectionately calls Slayer. He makes his own snares to hunt small creatures, alongside using his small cat. He also has some bastard children running around Sovajra, somewhere, for some tribal family. 
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