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Tryliin Blues

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Tryliin Blues

Just outside the outskirts of Oasis...


Temujin sprinted with a gallant smile, his tanned muscular frame shining in the sweltering heat. [color=#FF0000]"A day like any other!"[/color] He called out over his shoulder so the lumbering fools eating his sand heard him. [color=#FF0000]"Will this be the second time I beat you inbred cows!? Once for the hunt, twice for the race! HAHAHA!!!!" [/color]His laugh echoed throughout the open vastness leading toward Oasis. Plumes of sand fog trailed under his quickened boot that propelled him further from his pursuers with every step. Even with a leather bag filled with pounds of meat and fruit, along with a net containing all of his weapons and gear carried over both shoulders, his stride would not be matched. He weaved through the crowded sand way until he finally arrived at the front gates. Temujin gracefully threw what he carried off to the side of the road, combing the sweat off of his long black hair and equally long, braided beard.

At the sound of ruffled steps coming his way, he immediately snatched the leather bag and raised it victoriously. [color=#FF0000]"Look who has come to greet the champion!"[/color] He bellowed. Four men, two humans and two other insect-like aliens unknown to Temujin, lumbered their way toward him, gasping at the humid air in hopes to sate their burning lungs.

"Not..." One human panted.

"...Fair!" the other huffed.

The two aliens were too dejected to say anything and chose to roll onto the ground to rest their skinny legs. Temujin threw the bag back next to his netted belongings and placed his hands onto his hips. This wasn't the first time he raced to claim the bigger portion of the spoils from a hunt. It was called the Gambler's Foot. Per custom, should a group of unacquainted hunters form a pack for a hunt, a challenge could be enacted at the end to claim the most spoils. Now, the best bet is to always run with less gear, but Temujin enticed his band of saps into believing that they stood a chance to gain all of the spoils and his gear should they catch him. So they hid their gear well and met along the skirting entrance of the long sand way toward Oasis. It was a gutsy move, considering that he knew little about the athleticism of the aliens in the group, but the deity of luck had kissed his naked soul with good fortune today.

[color=#FF0000]"Fair is fair."[/color] Temujin scoffed. [color=#FF0000]"You agreed to the Gambler's Foot...unless you plan on going back on your word?" [/color]

The four defeated hunters looked at each other in unison, still sucking in the humid air as they turned back to look up at the hovering mongol-kadesan that towered over them.

"We have to eat too you know!" The human that first spoke pleaded.

"Give us a percentage at least." The second one chimed in. "A percentage of what WE hunted!"

The aliens simply nodded in agreement. Temujin finally conceded. He fingered through the pockets of the tool satchel strapped around his hips until he clamped onto a small piece of metal.

[color=#FF0000]"Mikron Ore. Quarter of a bar split amongst you is almost double what you'll try to get selling these spoils to the Oasis butchers." [/color]He threw the thin sliver of ore onto the ground. One of the humans scrambled to snatch it before the sand could.

"Yes... this is good!" The human said as he examined it. The others gathered around him to take a closer look. Temujin said nothing as they bickered about who would get the bigger piece. One of the aliens even dared to initiate a second Gambler's Foot. The Mongol-Kadesan gathered his things and made for the gate. He paid the toll and entered Oasis. As he looked back at the four fools, he couldn't help but smile at them in pity. When they go back for their gear and attempt to trade the "Mikron Ore" at the nearest post, they will be told that it isn't as what Temujin said. Instead, it will be explained to them that it is nothing more than a low grade metal scrap from a hover engine, counterfeited to look as such. They will be sheepishly infuriated, and will blame their short-sidedness on the chase - but most especially on Temujin for his trickery. They will come looking for blood, and Temujin will be partying at one of the Oasis' many dens, possibly on his fifth or sixth brew of Zandalli, awaiting their arrival to claim the rest of his spoils.

[color=#FF0000]"I love this planet!!!!"[/color] He stretched both arms wide, hands still filled with all he ever owned, and let out an obnoxious laugh.

KACHIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Temujin snapped his head in the direction of the sharp call. [color=#FF0000]"Ohkarrr!"[/color] Temujin cried out to his avian's shrill. He forgot that he left it at the animal pens before the hunt. He quickly rushed over to them, passing by a blue-skinned female and what looked to be her Coslot, as well as a Kin'eko'chi that was around his own height. [color=#FF0000]"Ohkarrr!"[/color] Temujin dropped his belongings and playfully shook the egg-shaped cage that imprisoned his bird. It snapped at his fingers violently, irritated for being confined for so long.

[color=#FF0000]"Stop it!"[/color] He hissed. [color=#FF0000]"I have treats, you winged-shit!"[/color]

Temujin pointed to the leather bag. Ohkarr licked its beak menacingly. [color=#FF0000]"First, let's get you out of this damn thing..."[/color]

Tryliin Blues

Name: Temujin
Race: Human with Post-Birth enhancements
Age: 35
Height: 6'4",
Weight: 225 llbs
Ethnicity: Mongolian-Kadesa descent

Appearance:

Photo taken last year during a Pitclash Tournament

Temujin posing for camera in gear

Personality: Temujin is very brash and ill-mannered. He's not afraid to speak his mind and welcomes whatever consequence that follows. Temujin won't be the most socially poignant man in the bar, but his charismatic aura draws people in. His boisterous demeanor suggest that he would be too proud and incapable of change, but that is furthest from the truth. He seeks to learn about all things - from different cultures and religions, to variations of fighting and hunting - all while attempting to refine his own methodology in the process.

Weapons:
- [color=#FF0000]Heavy Rifle[/color]
- [color=#FF0000]Light-Metal Lance[/color] (spearhead can unlatch from the pole-arm for knife yielding purposes - like skinning hides...or resolving disputes)

Abilities:
Gifted with inherited traits combined with particular anatomical and physiological enhancements, Temujin is a resilient and very durable human being. While he possesses incredible strength, it is his stamina that allows him to surpass peak human endurance, especially during fight-or-flight situations. Temujin is a master in survival, hand-to-hand combat, and marksmanship. He is a terrible cook.

Bio: Temujin was born on planet Kadesa as a first generation Mongol-Kadesan. As part of the terraformation registry, all settlers had to undergo gene therapy to sustain livable conditions under its harsh atmospheric pressure. The immediate change did not feel substantial until several political Kadesans were granted travel off-world. The revelation of their enhanced bodies inspired many other people to do the same, however, Kadesan's strict terra laws restricted free exit. Access was only granted per the appropriate amount of credits - which, as the public found, was a ridiculous fee that only the upper caste could afford. This immediately sparked upset across the world. People suddenly felt compelled to leave because it was perceived that they were being held against their will. Unfortunately, the stipulations of a colonist's contract on Kadesa are rarely examined thoroughly - a problem that has damaged colonization programs or years). Under Article 5ad1a of the Kadesa Colonization Act it states that all Kadesans who undergo genetic enhancements post-birth are required by law to stay on planet - unless appropriately cleared by a medical board or is granted permission by S-GAF authority.

To keep a long story short, the people got really pissed off and the government wasn't having any of it. A world-wide revolution broke out to the point where an estimated 10% of S-GAF's naval fleet was needed at orbit to keep Kadesan's from planet hopping. In the end, the planet got glassed, and the survivors were left to fend for themselves. Imagine a city without a police force to regulate the people. Now magnify that to an entire planet full of angry Kadesans. Temujin survived Kadesa for 20 years before joining a band of marauders hell bent on sabotaging one of the S-GAF frigates just so he could smash it into another one. As futile as the plan was, if it were not for the incompetence of his companions, they would have succeeded. Instead, their plot was thwarted, leaving them all to scatter past the blockades and escape on their own. By the good graces of Ohkarr, the deity of luck, Temujin managed to board a trading barge undetected. Its destination? Tryliin.

Compared to his birth planet, Tryliin is a paradise. While he has aspirations of some day returning to Kadesa to liberate his people and bring death to the government that enslaved them, a recent rumor about certain happenings around Tryliin has forced him to stay. Should the rumors be true, he could very well possess the power needed to achieve his ultimate goal.

[b]Personal equipment:

Ohkarr

- An avian companion of Temujin's. It was apparently exported off-world from an exotic planet. It had formed an immediate bond with the Mongol-Kadesan when he saved it from a pack of Sky Hooks. He originally intended to eat the bird, but it has proven its usefulness as a full terrain scout. By placing a small camera on its abdomen, he is able to map out the surrounding territory through the HUD feed of his helmet.

[color=#FF0000]Tool satchel[/color] - filled with repair kits for his rifle and lance, ammunition, herbs and substances to be used for medical, recreational, or trade.

[color=#FF0000]Smoke fragmentation grenades[/color] - Most of these are handmade so there is no guarantee that half of them even work.