Syr’Cap
Syr’Cap
The thing about Syr'Cap... He's calm to a disturbing level. He is quiet, but his stare, his one glaring eye peaking under his high brow speaks volumes... It is not that he doesn't raise his voice, he does. That makes it obvious, it's the fact that he remains so calm when in a rage that the only sign that you are about to go to war with him is that the tight grip on the hammer he wields becomes just a little bit tighter. Only when the weapon falls do you realize that his silence is a kindness, coming from a family of healers, he wishes you safe travels, but hasn't hesitated to begin your journey for you.
"May the Gods welcome you! I hope you have someone
that will mourn you in the morning."
I lost my father to the Gods, they took him from me while he was hunting for the tribe, for ALL of us. I am torn in my belief because of this...selfish Gods! The tribe, my dedication to the ancestors, my quest to be remembered, My mother, My grandmother, me, the only child. I have a deep anger in me...a feeling for the need for battle, but not knowing against who.
Because I'm Navali (born of the tribe), in battle, my status increases in the eyes of the Gods, however, against the 'spirit of the tribe', not for favor I don't wish it, but it is to warn them that I have not forgotten and that one day when my time comes, I will be at their gates.
Magic, what is this??? My power, as mother has taught me, has come from the plants and the animals, from the parts of the world to be gathered and used for better or worse. Glowing hands, death at a touch, this is just the Gods taunting me, showing me power I don't understand. Granting others an ability, a story, while taking mine away...What are they granting, what plant does this come from, what sacrifice has been made... Try them all, observe, make the connections, protect the tribe, protect my mates! Never forget the long path, knowledge, my mark in history, revenge.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Moderately muscular and deceptively agile.
Facial Features
A glaring left eye and perpetual smirk/grin.
Identifying Characteristics
heavily scarred from rashes and thorns.
Physical quirks
gash over his left eye.
Special abilities
Rage of the Calm before the storm.
Apparel & Accessories
Heavy bag of plant samples and assorted medicinal examples.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Not looking for a fight, but totally willing to participate. Not because of a peaceful nature, more that he has a hard time identifying an enemy. An unhealthy attraction (for a barbarian) to investigate and document flora around the territory. He carries a small journal where he sketches... or a small bag of, interesting looking plants and documents any medicinal or comically, "non medicinal" attributes (good or bad) where he can... mostly with pictographs... happy face good, sad face bad. The issue being he only knows by eating a sample himself or randomly rubbing a leaf or sap on his body. He carries a few scars from some sad face encounters. But will consult the journal/bag for ideas when necessary... (ointments, poisons, coloring, etc). He is searching with great ambition to create an artifact for the tribe. He is fiercely dedicated to finding out what happened to his father. (He currently blames the Selfish Gods).
Education
Taught by his mother and grandmother after losing his father to a hunt at an early age. Loosely taught in herbalism (far from proficient).
Mental Trauma
Lost his father as a child to a hunt. Nothing is known of his disappearance.
Social
Family Ties
Mother and Grandmother. Dedicated to the tribe.
Religious Views
In spiritual crisis. Blames the Gods for the loss of his father.
Social Aptitude
Awkward but loyal.
Mannerisms
Disturbing connection to his hammer "Kitty".
Hobbies & Pets
Medicinal collecting.
Speech
Soft Spoken until angered.
Wealth & Financial state
Protective of his medicine collection.
Born into the Navali Tribe, son of an herbalist mother and a hunter father (now lost). Not looking for a fight, but totally willing to participate...Not because of a peaceful nature, he just doesn't realize who the enemy is.
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Alignment
Neutral Evil
Age
18
Date of Birth
Day 1
Birthplace
The Navili Home Village
Children
Current Residence
Navali
Gender
Male
Eyes
Green
Hair
Black/Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Tanned
Height
6ft 4in
Weight
212
The Dream
We arrived at our past. This time an army stood behind me. Tanozall stood beside me. Viktur, my enemy, raged at the gates of HIS memory! The call of the Navali rang in my ears... or was it just the wind?
These few that stood in front of us, even behind their gate, had already fallen, they do not have the strength to fight against raw conviction as we stand, once again, at the precipice of our choice. The hammer fell, with my anger growing once again... is battle the only way with those that may be my ally? Do they not know they are pawns, as we all were once, in this game the Silly Gods play? I watch as they fall and smile. Their spirits now know of my battle, of my wrath. I shall celebrate their journey as they join my ranks on the march to Storvo's Keepe.
I saw the old mark as I wandered among the cliffside. Our faith was strong then... the sign of our devotion, the flag of our mission to conquer and save the misguided. In the shadow of the Chosen one, I stood proud. This mark now, as I stared, betrayed, marred, desolate in it's meaning... A vision through clouded eyes. Illuven lit a path, Storvo sounded our battlecry! We were Navali, we were the fates in the name of those silly, silly gods. I have no more words for them, my heart is closed. The gift I give now is my anger, my revenge, MY wrath. These gods, in their arrogance, have nothing but their selfish motivations to blame. With a swipe of my rage, I erased our past. I erased my belief. I surround my handprint, the mark of who I was, with the mark of who I have become. The bear erased a memory as the night poured over me.
Of all these gods, Storvo, the wind of my despair stands against me. I felt his power through the words of the Bone Man, I saw his strength in stories of Zando...and I saw them both fall. With my hammer, I took revenge. For my father I struck, not for power, not for the tribe, not even for my story. I struck out of rage. Storvo took my father and tortured my tribe through the years. Every sign I saw, every lightning strike, calling out to me of his indifference, of his disdain. It was enough, and the rebellion had to begin. It had to begin with me. With the fall of his son, he will hear me and maybe, just maybe, he will hear me. I will not worship this petty child, I will protect the world from his tantrum. As I grow, so will my spirit, so will my army. The day will come when Storvo shall kneel before me and share in this regret, this failure.
Then I slept.
Madness overtook me! I saw the lightning, I heard the thunder, I felt the pain!!! Over and over, Storvo unleashed his wrath on me. I fell before him as all I could hear was his laughter. He towered over me, as Zando did. He stood with the storm above commanding every torrent against me. I did not wake.
I saw Zando, I heard the chant of the Bone Man. I was struck again, my hammer at my side, useless. The words of my cowardice, the raw emotion of their onslaught. They sung of my failure, my weakness, my insignificant grandeur against the storm. Lightning, then thunder, then the blinding light again... every strike their attack, all laughing, as I fell scarred and burnt by the voice of Storvo. They will not release me, they will not relent. The storm does not speak of mercy and I receive none. I did not wake.
Then in that moment, a discovery! As the lightning tortured my flesh, as the thunder deafened my ears, I smiled. These silly gods!! I remembered. The sound of crows above, leading us to battle! The cries of the fallen as the hammer fell. The magic of a stone in the darkness. The failure of Zando, his weakness, when HIS storm, HIS father, abandoned HIM. The fallen, my brothers, buried by my hand in the aftermath of MY storm. A storm that evaded me, that feared me... or was I unimportant... ignored??? No matter! My redemption is not my aim. I followed the chosen one in faith, until their faith was forsaken and again, I stood alone as the horizon once again darkened. I did not wake.
I will not surrender Storvo, I did not start this war, but I will finish it. With every word of disrespect with every instance of heresy I will make it perfectly clear that YOU are to blame! That your tantrums have tainted the heart of a warrior to ALL of them. My hammer stands for ME, Storvo, you small god! With every breath I will destroy the very thought of you! If I anger the gods, I will send them to you and force you to explain how a mortal, destined to be a pawn, has tipped the game. I will find allies in them, I will listen, I will offer my strength for a portion of theirs. I will build, with every death at my hand, an army to stand against you. And when my time comes, it will not be your thunder they hear. It will be Storm of Revenge and I swear to all that stand with me, I will face you first! I did not wake.
This dream, Storvo, is not the end! It is a new day, a new dream. I begin the search for those that once stood beside you, as my comrades do now, those gods who have tired of your way shall join me.
Within sight of Daestrus, all things die Storvo, remember that! I stand with him!
In the eyes of Illuven, the light shall burn the clouds! I stand with him!
Within the spirit of the Bear, Visaria gazes through me! I stand with her!
With every breath I speak of life here and after, the passion of the warrior, In Yenna, I stand with her!
The ground shakes below me, In Rog, I stand with him!
In darkness, you will hear my march. With Lunara, I stand with her!
I embrace the Chaos, Storvo, I stand in my own shadow.
With the jealosy of the fickle sea, I shall bathe in revenge, with Maelstra, I stand with her!
It will be YOUR name Storvo, that falls to my hand. Behind me, my army of unquenched spirit, behind them, every god but you. Every believer, but yours. Every faith following the faithless will stand against you and will see your eyes feel... fear.
I did not wake. I simply opened my eyes and held my hammer... No, I held my axe!
It is time to vanquish the clouds.
Syr'Cap Confronts The Storm
I hear you! I see you! Now HEAR ME, Storvo!!!!
I am Syr'Cap. I alone am the one that took your son! I am the Betrayer!
As you took my father, I send you MY wrath! I Give you MY Rage!
I am the one that forsakes YOU! I am the one that abandons YOU!
I stand with the Navali, Those of faith, now faithless, stand with ME!
If you will not acknowledge us, WE will find a God that will grant
us the blessings. If not in YOUR name, We will name ANOTHER!
Your voice once made me cower Storvo! Now hear MINE!
I do not follow you, I do not believe in you! You are a CHILD with
a big voice aching to be fed... always FED! Always hungry, but only
loud. You are just the wind!
Your tantrum no longer frightens me! Starve on my indifference, CHOKE
on MY WORDS storvo!!! I am coming for my father, You will hear my
thunder! You grew the Navali to respect the storm, you SMALL GOD!!!
But Know this!!! The NAVALI have become the storm!
[raises his hammer to the storm]
The History of Medicines
I start this collection in the name of my mother, "Mother", and the name of my Grandmother, "Mother's Mother". I will collect all that the world provides and find it's purpose. I walked outside today and stepped in grass...
GRASS ~ Very Common. It is everywhere! Saw a goat eating grass. Grass is NOT as tasty as goat. Eating too much will summon a wolf. Wolf does not eat grass! Goats are slow.
~Much easier to burn than Goat OR Wolf... no need to chase it.
GOODBERRIES ~ Very Common. Look for red ones! Good Color, ate one. Didn't die.
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