[@Mae][@Melo] He's finally finished! [hider=Iakobos / Nyonwë / God of Faith, Diligence, and Intelligence][center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/JNBEunq.png?1[/img] [color=darkseagreen]⍚ Iakobos[/color] ⥥ [color=#55867d]32[/color] ⥥ [color=darkseagreen] Male [/color]⥥ [color=#55867d] Heterosexual ⍚ [/color] [h3]"It takes faith to believe your God will save you. It takes intelligence to realise that your God will do this not through divine intervention, but through the labours of others."[/h3][/center] [center][hr][hr][h1][color=darkseagreen][b]𝔐[/b]y [b]𝔐[/b]ortal [b]ℭ[/b][i]𝔬𝔦𝔩[/i][/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]A[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] P P E A R A N C E[/color][/sub][/b][hr] [indent][color=cccccc]"For what Iakobos lacks in build, he makes up for in his height - standing at 6'7", he usually towers above others in his tribe, and has dealt with more than a few "how's-the-weather-up-there" jokes in his lifetime. As a teenager, the best term to describe him was gangly; ungainly and ungraceful with too long limbs as he grew. Thankfully, as adulthood approached, Iakobos has become more comfortable in his own skin. Long strides are confident rather than stumbling, and his frame has some wiry muscle packed onto it to lessen his look of awkward boniness. His face has retained this sharpness, and as nothing other than fat will change that, he's happy to keep it that way. Over-consumption is not an admirable trait. The resting face of Iakobos would best be described as stoic, to a degree. His dark brown eyes look oddly bright underneath sharp brows, and with a hood usually pulled over his head and face, shadows often accentuate his sharp features. High cheekbones, a strong, narrow nose, and tight-lipped smiles give off an air of coolness. Iakobos' baritone voice only adds to this, what with his tones being mellow and calm - his pitch or volume rarely change, even when amused or angered. To hear him laugh much is rare, but if a chuckle is brought from him, his shadowed face seems to spring to life just a bit more. As for his clothing, he favours robes, and hoods are often seen hiding his hair. While he keeps his brown curls washed as much as possible, they are fairly untameable. He prefers to simply tie the shoulder-length locks up and hide them away. The robes themselves are practical for his work, versatile for dealing with various changes in weather, and also quite comfortable to sleep in. Not to mention it's amazing how many small weapons one can hide in the folds of the cloth. Iakobos has a fair few in different colours, but tries to keep them as muted as possible. Bright yellows and reds are not appropriate wear for one who enjoys avoiding attention. Iakobos' curse mark is no longer visible, after having been covered up by a tattoo. Originally, the mark was a spiral, located on his left shoulder-blade, but was covered over and made into the likeness of a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/88/b4/a888b49787a9d9927d8a81d46acda04b--celtic-sun-tattoo-tribal-sun-tattoo.jpg]sun[/url]. When his powers are used, the spiral extends and mutates, tendrils coming from it and burning into his skin. As time goes on and the mark grows with his usage of powers, he experiences terrible chest pains. When the tendrils have taken up most of his back, neck, and worked it's way around to his chest, he is close to death; once it reaches his heart, he'll not survive long. "[/color][/indent] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]P[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] E R S O N A L I T Y[/color][/sub][/b][hr] [indent][color=cccccc]"Although Iakobos can often come across as aloof or cold, this is generally just a byproduct of his tendency to seek isolation. While certainly not against having friends, he's never been one to draw attention to himself. At festivals, he can usually be seen on the fringes of various events, drinking alone, but still generally having an enjoyable time. Small talk with strangers and acquaintances is exactly that - very small indeed. While he may come across as disinterested, Iakobos simply is a man of few words. When it comes to those he doesn't know very well, anyway. Politeness and even kindness is a constant for him, unless speaking with someone who doesn't deserve it. Amongst friends however, he has a tendency to open up. A more colourful personality takes the front when with those he likes, as a love for poetry, music and art flows free from the once quiet individual. Iakobos does have passion in his heart, particularly for those artist talents that can't be learnt or taught, but for that natural flair which individuals are born with. Typically, Iakobos is very much involved with his work, so enjoying moments with friends is sometimes a rare occasion for him. He never tells people why he puts so much time into his work as a healer, but that is perhaps because he doesn't know the answer himself. Whether because he wants to avoid going back to an empty home after a long day, or simply just to keep up some form of purpose in his life, Iakobos isn't entirely sure. Either way, these rare moments away from his work are generally spent alone."[/color][/indent] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]B[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] I O G R A P H Y[/color][/sub][/b][hr] [indent][color=cccccc]"The Mordwin Tribe started out many years ago as a simple caravan of hunters. As time grew on, this group grew, as did their source of income. Jobs branched out into other areas, and soon it had become a small society of nomads, increasing in size and wealth with each passing year. By the time Iakobos was born to Petyr and Athis, the group had become a tribe of it's own; named Mordwin for the first hunter who founded the caravan it started out as, it now contained several hundred people, all of varying social statuses and vocations. As for Iakobos' family, they were considered quite at the top of the food chain in this wandering clan. Not quite the Leaders, but close enough to have certain values to uphold. One of these was for Iakobos to join the Chieftain's guard and become his Head Advisor when he grew old enough - a fine position, reserved for only the bravest and wisest; but what made the position even more beneficial was their current Tribe Leader had no heir. Petyr hoped that with getting his own son to bond with the Chief, his family could inherit the position at the time of the Chieftain's death. Iakobos was not happy with this arrangement. While his father wanted him to fight, Iakobos wanted to learn more about the outside world; the other tribes, the static ones. He also developed a keen interest in healing, due to his mother's tendency to help out the Clan's healer and midwife when they needed assistance. Thankfully for Iakobos, Athis persuaded Petyr to let him learn the things he wanted (saying it would aid him when it came to the advisory role his father wanted for him) - on the condition he also learnt the skills Petyr demanded. Although not particularly happy with the situation, Iakobos couldn't deny that learning to fight and hunt were undoubtedly useful skills, particularly in a tribe like his own. Constantly moving was dangerous business, but it was what the people were used to - they had no reason to suddenly change their way of life. As time passed, this understanding between Iakobos and his father grew stale. The role as Head Advisor may be an influential position, but Iakobos did not want it - his skill as a healer was growing, and he knew he could help more people by going into that work. His father couldn't accept this, and the two were constantly at blows. The arguments would have been a semi-permanent thing, were it not for the tragic end to Athis. Pregnant with twins, she died in childbirth after complications, the male twin dying with her and the female one barely clinging to life. Several months after her death, Petyr was still distraught and nearly mad with grief over the loss of his wife and son. His daughter - named Isadora - had been nursed to full strength thanks to what Iakobos had learnt. Although grateful for his eldest's skill, Petyr couldn't convey it properly. The two had fought for so long, it was hard for him to show anything positive without coming across as condescending. Errant words of praise turned into digs, and as soon as Isadora had turned one, Petyr was back to hounding his son for taking the job as advisor. Eventually the two came to blows, and after a raging argument, Petyr threatened to disown Iakobos if he did not do as he was told. In the Mordwin Tribe, disownment was a dreadful thing to threaten. It was not just from the family, but from the entire Tribe - they would become exiled, left to fend for themselves. If they were spotted, everyone in the Tribe had permission to kill the disowned individual. Iakobos would normally ignore such a threat, even with how serious it was - but Petyr was still ridden with grief over the death of his beloved, and the son who never got to grow up. He feared that his father would make good on his threat... and so, Iakobos would leave of his own accord. Now as a man at the age of 18, Iakobos left the clan that night, not thinking clearly in his own grief. By the time he had changed his mind about leaving, it was hopeless to go back. Days had passed, and the clan would have moved on. Even he wanted to, Iakobos didn't dare try to find the clan again; is his father had followed through on his threat of disownment, then his life would be at risk. Trying to ignore his regret, Iakobos went on westwards, hoping to find a new home. After several years of wandering; visiting various different clans and building on his experience as a nomadic healer, he finally settled in Longear Tribe at the age of 27. The position of apprentice healer was vacant, and he had more than enough experience to take the job - although distrusted at first as a stranger, the people of the tribe eventually got used to him, and his skill has only grown since then. Now Head healer after the death of his teacher, Iakobos is somewhat apprehensive at going to this gathering of clans. Typically, the Mordwin Tribe never went to these gatherings, but times change. Rules dictate that exiles are not to be killed at gatherings such as these, as the ground is neutral... but he can't help but wonder what would happen should he reunite his father, or the sister he never got to know."[/color] [color=darkseagreen][b]Memories Retained:[/b][/color] [color=cccccc]Ignore for now[/color] [list][*][*][*][/list][/indent] [center][hr][hr][h1][color=darkseagreen]𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖[i]𝔬𝔲𝔩[/i][/color][/h1][hr][hr][img]http://www.helliconia.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/cleric.jpg[/img][hr] [color=darkseagreen]⍚ Nyonwë [/color] ⥥ [color=#55867d]God of Faith, Diligence & Intelligence[/color] ⥥ [color=darkseagreen] Male [/color]⥥ [color=#55867d] Pansexual ⍚ [/color] [color=Crimson][sub][b]Dark God[/b][/sub][/color] [color=darkseagreen][h3][quote=The Traveller's Warning: Author Unknown][/quote][/h3][/color][/center] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]G[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d]O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E[/color][/sub][/b][hr] [indent][color=cccccc][color=cccccc]"In most occurrences, Nyonwë would appear to mortals in an image of themselves; a simple man, unremarkable in most aspects. His cloth was poor, his face average, and he carried nothing but a single coin with him. In most legends, this was done to test people; supposed holy men and women that should be just and charitable to all, or however their specific religion dictated. If they passed him by while ignoring his pleas (For no good reason, that is) his image would shift into that of a tall warrior-priest. Eyes and hands glowing with ethereal light, armour pieces appear over his once ragged robes, and a shining mace manifests out of thin air. His presence becomes awesome to look upon, and most mortals find themselves unable to look him in the eye, some throwing themselves to the ground in an attempt to avoid looking at his image. For other immortals, this effect of discomfort rarely affects them, unless they are particularly dark."[/color][/color][/indent] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]K[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] N O W N F O R[/color][/sub][/b][hr] [indent][color=cccccc] [list] [*] Faith, Hope, & Religion [*] Sins & Virtues [*] Learning, Memory, Deduction [*] Intelligence [*] Diligence, Stamina & Perseverance [*] Sacrifices, Prayers, and other methods of Worship [*] The realms of the Gods; their rules, their divine will, and their actions. [*] The legend of the Holy Grail [/list] [/color][/indent] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]F[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y[/color][/sub][/b][hr] [indent][color=cccccc]"As it stands, Nyonwë was never known for much unless it had something to do with another God. While he was a patron of intelligence and hard work, his main domain was that of faith, and ensuring that mortals kept in line with what they had pledged to do or be for their particular God. Some deities thrived from sacrifices or offerings, and it was down to Nyonwë to ensure this happened. While particular Gods could invoke their wrath if feeling angry, it was Nyonwë who remained ever watchful. No stone went unturned when it came to his upholding of holy laws... but as time passed, things began to grow lax. More and more mortals were disobeying their Gods, but what made it worse was that some Gods themselves stopped caring. They had grown over-indulgent, happy with their powers and to just let things be. The one thing that made people even care about Nyonwë was fading. Those praying for aid in diligence were turning to Gods of War, Toil, or Work. Those wanting Intelligence would pray to Gods of Invention; of the Arts, of Language, of Wisdom or Memory. He was becoming obsolete. Unknown, unimportant, pointless. The God of Faith began to lose it himself, and in desperation, turned against those holy rules that he held so dear. The Gods needed to learn humility, as did the humans. When word reached him of the Dark Gods and their deeds, Nyonwë was at first believed to be one of their main opponents. But instead, he joined them; in his mind, casting the Gods down would teach them humbleness, and perhaps the lack of the Gods and their divine actions on earth would show the mortals the error in their ways. But guilt overcame Nyonwë as he saw the full extent of their actions. Starkissed were being torn from one another, and in his moments of blind vengeance, he discovered that his too had been cast down and cursed. Deciding that he no longer deserved to bear the mantle of immortality, Nyonwë followed his fallen kin, to live our the rest of his days as a mortal."[/color][/indent] [center][hr][hr][h1][color=darkseagreen]𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚[i]𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫[/i][/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]S[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] K I L L S E T[/color][/sub][/b][hr][i][color=cccccc]Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.[/color][/i] [list][*][color=darkseagreen]Scholar:[/color] Thanks to his background, Iakobos is able to read and write. [*][color=#55867d]Healer:[/color] Following his training, and then several years of experience, Iakobos is quite skilled in aiding the hurt and ill. Medicines, surgery and emergency first-aid are his forte. [*][color=darkseagreen]Observer:[/color] Due to his quiet nature - and the necessity of keeping a keen eye on patients - Iakobos' skill in perception has been honed over the years; as such, he knows quite a few rumours.[/list] [list] [*][color=#55867d]Hunter:[/color] Belonging to a wandering tribe meant that hunting was far more important, due to a lack of crops to farm from. Iakobos learn alongside his sister how to hunt properly, but due to his lack of experience with a bow, prefers to use traps rather than tracking down actual prey. [*][color=darkseagreen]Swordsman:[/color] Thanks to formal training paid by his father, Iakobos has some decent skill with a sword. While no expert, it's certainly enough to defend himself out in the wilds. [*][color=#55867d]Stave-master:[/color] It is instead with the staff that his true talent lies. The length of wood allows him to attack those that would otherwise be out of reach, whilst avoiding their own blows. He has become quite adept at wielding it, and is capable of landing painful, or even fatal blows, with it.[/list] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]A[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] B I L I T I E S[/color][/sub][/b][hr][i][color=cccccc]These will unlock as we continue.[/color][/i] [color=darkseagreen][b]Life Force[/b][/color]: [color=cccccc]0/0 (ignore for now)[/color] [color=darkseagreen][b]Ability 1: Psychometry[/b][/color] [color=cccccc][i]Intelligence is defined as the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills; Iakobos can take advantage of this, as he searches the minds of others and take what they have learnt.[/i][/color] [indent] [color=#55867d]The Hills Have Eyes:[/color] Information can be pulled from inanimate objects to see events that have transpired before them. The less energy (Or life) the object has, the less clear the image will be in Iakobos' mind. Additionally, the more time that has passed since the event will cause the image to deteriorate. [color=#55867d]The World is Watching:[/color] Information to answer a simple question can be pulled from the mind of an intelligent being, so long as they are willing. Only a vague sense of action and memory can be witnessed, without emotion or feeling. [color=#55867d]Mind Meld:[/color] Information can be swapped with a being; if Iakobos wants someone to understand something very quickly, he can meld either his mind or another's to theirs, allowing the information to essentially be downloaded. While it has the ability to be very powerful, the melding of minds must be done with consent by all parties. An unwilling mind cannot take part in this process.[/indent] [color=darkseagreen][b]Ability 2: Perseverance[/b][/color] [color=cccccc][i]Subjects dedicate their time and effort to achieve a goal... whether they want to or not.[/i][/color] [indent] [color=#55867d]Rigour:[/color] One's fatigue slips away as they are imbued with a new sense of purpose and commitment. [color=#55867d]Coalition:[/color] A group of people are suddenly able to work together for a common cause they believe in, as they set aside all disagreements until their task is complete. [color=#55867d]Labourer's Lament:[/color] A person is forced to toil away at a labourer's task, whether they really want to or not, for either until the task is complete or for the duration of a day. Pain and fatigue disappear while doing so, but this can prove detrimental as injuries are not lost during this time. [/indent] [color=darkseagreen]Ability 3: Faith[/color] [color=cccccc][i]Most people have faith, including Iakobos himself. No matter how small, it can be used - for just or unjust needs.[/i][/color] [indent] [color=#55867d]Mark Against Evil:[/color] Items and people can be blessed with holy magic to ward away evil and the dark. [color=#55867d]Forceful Followers:[/color] Iakobos can turn up to twenty unwilling mortal individuals into his own followers; cursing them to become dangerous zealots who's only purpose in life is to serve him. [color=#55867d]Godly Justice:[/color] [i][color=cccccc]Iakobos takes on the form of his previous, immortal life; glowing with a brilliant holy light, he is imbued with his godly strength and can use it to fight enemies and protect others. However, since his actions as a Dark God, he is no longer immune to his own holy powers - he becomes consumed by the light as it eats away at his own corruption.[/color][/i][/indent] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]I[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] N V E N T O R Y[/color][/sub][/b][hr][i][color=cccccc][list] [*] Some medicinal herbs and poultices [*] First aid kit containing a cauterising set, bandages, needle & thread, and scalpels amongst other things. [*] Rope; for creating traps [*] 6-foot long stave; weighted at one end to create a harder point to hit with. [*] A medium sized, thin blade. [*] A couple of small knives hidden about his robes.[/list][/color][/i] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]O[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] T H E R[/color][/sub][/b][hr][i][color=cccccc]Colour Code: [color=darkseagreen]darkseagreen[/color], and [color=#55867d]#55867d[/color].[/color] The Chieftain of the Mordwin Tribe is called Tereseus. [/i] [ ⍚ ] [b][color=darkseagreen][b]R[/b][/color][sub][color=#55867d] E L A T I O N S H I P S[/color][/sub][/b][hr][center][b][color=cccccc]Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: Yeet[/color][/b] [color=cccccc][i]This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.[/i][/color][/center][/hider]