Molk

Name: Molk

Age: 14

Race: Human, Nomadic Desert Tribe

Sex: Male

Hair: Auburn, roughly half an inch above the eyes and trimmed above ears.

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 157

Height: 5’10”

Weapon: A bow, fairly simple in outward appearance. Being made of a dry desert wood it is powerful for its size, allowing for a distant shot to be possible without the use of a longbow.

Armor: None

Strengths: Having lived for many generations in the deep desert with no contact with the outside world, Molk and his tribe all have a high tolerance to heat and can go longer without water or food than the average human. The required constant movement of a nomadic tribe also resulted in a natural athleticism and excellent cardiovascular builds among the people of his tribe. Living in a nomadic tribe also resulted in Molk receiving the work of a huntsman at a very young age and thus he has spent many years using a bow. He is therefore very proficient in the use and care for his weapon and has little trouble taking down targets within the range of his weapon. His eyesight is also superior to that of most humans.

Weakness: Molk has yet to master his bow and has trouble with targets at the far spectrum of his weapon’s range. He is also unfamiliar with the anatomy of creatures outside of the desert and thus does not know how to easily take down such creatures without alerting them or wasting arrows. His knowledge of foreign areas is limited to that of stories and books told by members of his tribe. He has never handled or seen any type of close range weapon, besides wooden rods, and despite being athletic in general he is not gifted to the point of merely being able to learn these weapons and their intricacies easily.

Skills/Magic: Every member of Molk’s tribe has a natural draw towards life and water, and Molk in particular was chosen to train and become a huntsman due to his particularly strong connection to these abilities. It is less of an actually magical technique that is cast and more along the lines of a gut feeling that either some form of life or a water source is in a certain direction.

Appearance: Molk is only slightly taller than most men of his tribe, and is not large. He is thin and lanky, with his strength laying in the density of his muscles rather than the bulk of them. He wears the traditional garb of his people, white short sleeve shirts, which, despite being closely fit to ones body have neck lines that expose most of their shoulders, it then continues halfway down ones chest in the form of a slit, which is threaded on either side. This slit is intended to be untied only during heavy work during the heat of the desert days, and even then is kept shut in the presence of company, including workers and members of one’s family. The shirt continues down past ones hips and is tied by a thin rope about eight inches from the shirt’s bottom, which is cut much wider than the fitted higher portion and billows out. Pants are made of a material that is very similar to denim but much stiffer and of a off-white color. These are also worn closely fitted in the upper portion, to the knees, and then become somewhat wider. Men and boys, including Molk, travel barefoot.

Upon first examination Molk's hair stands out. When the sun shines upon it, it shines the color of bright red hair. He has very thick hair and the short scruffy facial hair of boys who are old enough to shave every day, but to lazy to do so more than once a week. Upon closer examination, his eyes, which at first appear to be green, have a vast spectrum of colors that they hint upon throughout his iris. dark brown outlines the outer iris which fades to greens of various shades in gradation that shift to a very thin line of orange around his pupil when it is fully constricted. Any short hair on his body is even more auburn colored than his head, and is hardly noticeable on area but his legs, which are always covered by the garb of his people.
Unlike most races from the desert, Molk and his tribe are fair-skinned.

Despite being considered rather attractive, Molk does not stand out in a room or crowd, although this is mostly due to an unnoticed tendency to avoid being the center of attention due to the way he carries himself after training in hunting from a young age for many years.

Personality: Molk, although rather intelligent is quite absent minded. His abstract way of thought led him to excel in the general training given by the teachers of his tribe as a child and is therefore very self-confident in his abilities, and easily frustrated by things he cannot easily accomplish. Molk, while hardly being a recluse is not as social as the majority of his peers, and while sometimes he craves company, he also enjoys getting away from everyone when he hunts. He is normally very kind but is very overly critical of his companions and in others in situations where he does not agree the proper course of action is being taken. He is somewhat quiet most of the time, and does not purposefully seek to be the center of attention, but is not afraid to jump into a conversation and give his point of view.

Biography: Molk was born a regular child in his tribe, and quickly excelled in schooling. His natural athleticism and different way of approaching problems led him to be recognized by his classmates as the smartest of his peers, despite some of the other students scoring higher than him in the more linear areas of study. He began his training along with nine other boys to be a huntsman when he began school, while the other children, numbering around three hundred began training in other fields his tribe needed. After he finished school and his training at the age of nine Molk became a full time huntsman, and soon was able to maintain his bow and make up for the small amount of arrows he broke with the scant amount of wood he found on the hunt. At the age of fourteen, after ten years of training in the nomadic camp, groups of children, one from each of the professions, with the exception of huntsman who were assigned to two groups are sent out into the desert to survive on their own for a year, as was the tradition of the tribe. The children, having been trained for nearly a decade always returned safely.

Molk, being somewhat more talented than any huntsman of his age that the tribe had yet seen, easily provided sufficient food to supplement the diet of cacti, water and goat milk the groups survived on. His gift of finding life and water also prevented him from losing one of his groups, which were not allowed to meet one another on the journey. However, as the sunset on a particularly short day, the windreader from the group Molk was with failed to inform him that a storm would approach that night. Molk left to hunt the lizards that so loved the ending of the day, and the freezing weather the flat desert night would bring. After he had captured a sufficient amount of the food, Molk had drifted to the point that his sense of the group he needed to reach was at the edge of his ability, and beyond that of any of his peers. For one of the few moments in his life, he was alone.

As he looked out into the dark, starry night, he caught a glimpse of the swirls of sand that come before a sandstorm, and knew he had a scant twenty minutes before the winds would hit. Certain that the windreaders of the two groups would already have the camps settled down, despite their failure to inform him, he quickly dug into the sand and embedded his orb-shaped tent into the middle of a sand dune. The structure would protect him through the storm, and let him dig out in the morning.

When Molk awoke, and dug his way from the sand, following the air pipe set into the top, he felt, for the first time in his life, true silence. There was no feeling of life in any direction, no birds, no lizards, and no group. There were no mesas or cacti to be seen in any direction no matter how long he stared. As the numbness of terror wore off of him, and he recovered the ability to think clearly, he realized that not even the sand he stood on was the same. This was not the dry brown sand of the deepest habitable areas of the desert, there was no life to be seen of sensed here. He had entered the deepest part of the desert, and as the most talented desert huntsman of his age he had at the most two weeks to live if he stayed. With that, Molk took the lizard meat he had and began to walk.

Have you ever read about what desert nomads wear? They wear long sleeves and clothes that cover almost all of their bodies. The reason? Desert winds whip up sand with such force that it would rapidly wear their skin raw and bloody otherwise. Just something to keep in mind if you want to redo the appearance a bit.


That even with that little detail (which you are free to change, and I encourage it), this character is Approved as it stands.