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Name: Nhadnay
Age: 24
Origin: Shara (yes approved)
Height: 5.9
Weight: 142
Haircolor / length: dark brown, short
Eyecolor: emeraldgreen
Complexion: very dark; yet light for Shara people
Build: Muscular; but no brick... just quite tastefully muscular. (in better words: perfect)
looks Very handsome
As is very logical, Nhadnay has a rather exotic look on him. His skin is quite dark and on his face there are two tattoos. One on his forehead; marking him Ayyad to those who know of it -other Ayyad that would be- and one on his chin that leads over his neck to end on his shoulder; marking him a slave of house Damuïsa.
On his dark skin, his light, emerald green eyes are striking, and most women find them incredibly irresistible; but what draws the eyes of omen mostly to him are seven silver rings pierced in his neck and a necklace (the Su'Nar) in the same metal running trough. All of these 'jewels' are altered by the one power, and the only way to remove them would be to tear off quite a bit of his flesh along with it. The special thing however is what these 'jewels' tell the women of Shara. The fact that he has those rings in his neck means that he comes down from a good lineage and that there are seven means that he has passed down his own blood onto 7 sons. The Su'Nar running trough is something wealthy masters give their favorite slave; or at least the one who pleasures them most in bed. -usually those two are the same-. Nhadnay however has received the Su'Nar before enslavement, but for the same reason though.
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Overall strength in the One Power: Weak to very weak
Strength per element:
Earth: Average
Fire: Weak
Spirit: Weak
Air: Very weak
Water: Very weak
Talent: Dreaming (complete with everything on it) (and, yes, also approved)
Block: Can only enter Tel'Aran'Rhiod after having shared pillows with someone.
Quick overview of personality:
Nhadnay is a very silent young man, very silent. After he escaped the Ayyad village he has not spoken a word to anyone; not even his mistress, and people assumed that he was a mute. He however merely chooses not to speak out of fear what he could say that might reveal the truth about him.
He lives like his people and therefore has different standards then westland people; about the way people are dressed, have their hair cut, walk talk -lies included-
Most of all he his very courteous towards women -even though the standard of Sharan courteousness may be greatly different then that of the westlands- and will always seek to do their bidding, assuming that the women know under themselves who has the highest say over him and won't get into each others demands.
Generally the people of the westlands think of him as strange, but in fact he is a very normal Sharan slave.
A bit of hints to RP with Nhadnay:
Since Nhadnay is so different from westlandpeople, he minds bodylanguage and clothing and composure etc a LOT. so; please be very descriptive in your posts... The color of your clothes (what is colored how etc) and the way you carry your hair is very important... (generally I assume I'll know the color of clothing for novices, accepted, soldiers and dedicated though ) and if you can't put them in your RP; just pm it to me pretty please else I'll be bothering you with it anyways.... This goes for both men and women... but I suppose maybe a bit more for women
Oh one more thing, an important one... he does not speak, and does not give anyone his name... so basically you can call him anything you want to... or anything the asha'man call him....
Quick overview of what happens to male children of channellers (Ayyad) in Shara:
If a boy is born as the son of a female Ayyad and a male; they grow up like the traditional sons of Ayyad: raised by the community without a family and just purely one of 'the males'. They are taught nothing but the basics of taking care for themselves (like how to get dressed and stay clean) and some simple chores like chopping wood or working on a field.
At about 16 they are hooded -so they will never see anything beyond their village- and sent away to anther Ayyad village to be breeding stock for females who want children and then when either the symptoms of channeling start coming up or the boy reaches the age of 21, he is hooded once more (and made believe to be moving to another village once more) but this time executed and cremated.
History:
In Douva
Like any boychild born in an Ayyad village, Nhadnay grew up being one of 'the males' in Douva, a tattoo on his forehead marking him a child of the Ayyad, the
Channellers of the mysterious Shara. In Douva Nhadnay happened to be one of the only males of his age; having preciously few friends among others; after all; the many girls of his age always had other things to do, they had their education and were shielded from the males till some degree.
So Nhadnay grew up quite lonely, learning preciously few things; and after nearly 15 years his life was nothing more then waking up in the rooms of the males, getting washed and dressed, making food -something at which he had learned to be rather good at- and then leave for work.
His work was not that varying either; Sometimes it was chopping wood, then it was working on the field or herding the cattle or fishing near the shores.
The only things he learned besides those tasks was how to play instruments, this in order to entertain the Ayyad females since no non-ayyad was allowed in their village. Even though his only masters would be young men; and occasionally one of the women, Nhadnay became quite good with a number of instruments
It was around the age of 15 that things started to change slightly. At first it started only sporadically but later on the strange, realistic dreams started occurring and re-occurring more frequent. Nhadnay, whose only occupation of his mind was not to chop in his own fingers, had plenty of time to think about these dreams and started spending most of his time trying to figure them out.
Sometimes he dreamt of things and they seemed to come true... but it would only be after the dreams stopped that he could connect his dreams with an event that had passed. There was however one dream that kept coming back.
He stood on shore, looking over the sea before him, the sight was so beautiful it nearly made him cry. On his shoulder sat a beast. A small lizard like creature with wings. It's colors changing from either scarlet and gold to pitch black. It was a part of him... a part of who he was.
Behind him he heard footsteps and the shout of peacocks; he knew it were women of the Ayyad, they always looked like proud peacocks in his dreams. As he turned around, the strange creature that sat on his shoulder now flew before his eyes, blocking his eyesight completely.
Blinded by his strange colorshifting companion he felt the hands of the Ayyad women around his arms leading him on, into a boat and making it move.
Nhadnay could see the dream, not trough his own -blinded- eyes now, but from somewhere above he witnessed how a young man sat in a boat, two women near him, letting the boat move onward onto a new shore... a shore where everything seemed to be new, a shore that had a welcome to him. As Nhadnay stepped out of the boat the weird lizardlike creature returned once more to his shoulder and he saw that the Ayyad were no longer behind him. In-between his feet however; he witnessed a young flower blossoming, as if his presence had given birth to it.
The same dream.... Over and over again... first sporadically, but around his 16th name day every night they returned. Until one night; nothing special had happened on that day, nor during the night, but for the absence of any dreams.
Somewhat confused Nhadnay woke up the next morning and returned to his daily chores; herding the Ne'Horns. The morning went by quite uneventfully until at noon he could see the entrance doors to the village open and a chariot enter. He moved closer, expecting to welcome another young man; after all, the chariots only came to either bring a man or take one away. To his surprise however he saw the village oldest point a finger at him and he realized that the men he had seen taken away from this village had been either his age, or young adults.
Without too much fuss he stepped into the wagon after gathering his few belongings. He had been told by other men that he would merely make a trip and live elsewhere, and that later on, after being trained fully he'd make another trip and be released into the world outside the walls of the secluded Ayyad village.
Inside the chariot he was blindfolded even before they passed trough the gates of Douva. He immediately felt a strange feeling of having done this trip before... a lot. Before his eyes colors seemed to play as the golden sun shone down upon his black blindfold and let his eye show him either a reddish color or the golden shine. Or the black if he turned his head away from the sun; it was as if that strange lizard was still flying before his eyes, blinding him.
In Karkam
For nearly a week they traveled, only stopping when needed, and the few times Nhadnay was allowed to leave the chariot he could always feel shivers running down his spine as he felt at least two Ayyad holding him, making sure he would see nothing of the land. As the sixth day ended the chariot arrived at another walled village; Karkam he was told the village was called, and once more it lay by the shore.
Once they stopped his blindfold was taken of and before he had time to let his eyes adjust to the 'bright' light, he was pushed into a group of men who were just a tad older then him it seemed.
He followed the men into a building and gratefully accepted the food they gave him. The young men of Karkam also gave him an explanation he had not been given by those in Douve, and had to swear not to give it to any other then new arrivals to Karkam.
As the night went by, Nhadnay learned of the customs of the Ayyad men, of what their 'cause' was here in Karkam; what the women expected and how he should treat them. And as well what the tattoo on his forehead meant. -or at least what they knew of it- Dawn already broke trough by the time Nhadnay had heard it all and had tried to remember it.
Surely now he understood why in his dream a flower had sprung to life between his feet; making him feel as if it had been his presence giving birth to it. The way his dream had been completely correct scared him; but he decided not to say a word to anyone about it.
Another thing he kept his silence about were other strange dreams stat started occurring after the first night he spent with a woman. As he lay in her bed, letting the sleep sink in his mind was wandering because of what had happened earlier today, and his dreams would not come; another thing however did come.
He stood in the midst of the village and all was quit. A mysterious light that came from neither moon nor sun shone down upon the village, making everything visible though vague nonetheless. He started walking around looking at the houses, his gaze drawn by a door which seemed to be closed, but the next moment was completely open. And then he noticed other things that randomly appeared, disappeared or reappeared; and he got scared, wishing to eave the strange place. He woke up with the scent of a woman beside him and quickly realized that he was once more in his 'lovers' bedroom.
The next night he tried to get into that dream again, but to no avail; the dreams seemed only to come after he spent the night being with a woman.
Less then one year later, he was brought to the oldest of the village, mistress Alina to receive his first ring. This was one of the customs of the women of Karkam. After all; with the Ayyad, all bloodlines were kept thoroughly -think Tearans and their horses- and if a man with a good lineage brought forth a son with someone who'd enhance that bloodline, he would be given a ring in his neck.
The rings would be pierced trough the neck and by the Ayyads magic molten back together as to stay there forever.
As he was passed along by the women, fulfilling the duty he was born to do; he gained more rings over the years; and somewhere in his 19th year his current 'lover' decided he could wear a Su'Nar; a Pleasure Necklace that showed he was not just giver of good children, but that he also was enjoyable in bed. The necklace was a thin, short one that fitted around his neck more like a collar and was laced trough the coin-sized rings in his neck. Once more the eldest used the Ayyad magic to melt the Su'Nar together.
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me passed and life did not change the slightest bit; whenever he was not doing the biddings of a woman, Nhadnay either went out fishing or work the wood he chopped.
But then one day, but a few months away from his 21st nameday, hi dreams showed him something peculiar, something slightly familiar but with a drastically different ending.
Like about 5 years ago he stood on shore, looking over the sea before him, the sight was once more beautiful, but this time he also felt strange, queasy as if something was not right. On his shoulder again sat the golden-scarlet or black winged lizard. Even stronger now it felt like it was a part of who he was.
Behind him he heard footsteps and the shout of peacocks; the women of the Ayyad. He remembered how the other dreams had been and knew what would happen. He turned around and -as it had done so many years ago- the strange creature that sat on his shoulder now flew before his eyes, blocking his eyesight completely.
Blinded by his strange colorshifting companion he felt the hands of the Ayyad women around his arms leading him on, into a boat and making it move.
This time too Nhadnay could see the dream from somewhere above, but this time, as he witnessed how a young man sat in a boat, two women near him, letting the boat move onward, he felt angst coming up; a feeling of something bad that would happen.
His rising anxiety seemed not to be without reason for this time, still at sea, the two Ayyad suddenly turned into peacocks and flew up; their wings sounding in low hisses, as if a warning for what would come. As two bright columns of fire, aimed at the boat, originated from the peacocks; Nhadnays head shot up; shivering yet sweating under his blankets.
Like those years ago, the dream came back; each time making him shoot up all sweated. At first they were sporadically, but then they started coming fast, and nearly a month before his nameday they came each single night... that is, each night he was not doing the biddings of one of the Ayyad who seemed rather fond of his company. Those nights he would explore the strange other kind of dream he had in the 'world that is not' as he called it. But a month is long, and by the time he suddenly had a dreamless night he already was extremely nervous an stressed out.
Even at the moment he woke up he was already moving. Uncaring about the few belongings he had he snuck out of the men's house and headed to the little harbor where he had been planning his departure for nearly a month now. During his years of fishing, Nhadnay had already experienced that indeed he could not sail so that he could see any part of the land; the shores had walls as well; and he could not follow the shore because there was some sort of invisible wall of air keeping him from it. Surely he could fish , just not near the shore or far away.
However the wall was only a bit in the water, for he had discovered before that one could -at certain points- dive underneath it; something he had been doing quite a few times now in order to make a raft on the other side of the wall a bit further upshore and to put some belongings there.
All for this moment.
As he had reached the water he looked at the village once more and tried to settle down the feeling of queasiness inside him. He had never left the village. Had never been to the real world where not all he needed was available... where they might have different customs... It frightened him; and for a moment he wanted to just walk back and lay down in his secure bed.
But then the dream flashed up in his mind again, the sight of the flames turning the boat -and him in it- to ashes in mere second; and he solidly turned his back to the village and walked into the water which felt nice and cool compared to the heath that had been upon the land these past days.
As he swum towards where he knew the wall of air wasn't too deep; Nhadnay pondered about his children. Seven sons and five daughters; and he knew of two others who would not stay in their mothers laps for long anymore; could call him 'father' Should they ever been told who their father was. His daughters would stay with their mother, and the sons would be raised among the other 'Males' to be hooded and led away to become breeding cattle in another village, and then....
He shook his head and took a deep breath before diving, meanwhile his hands feeling the invisible wall. As usual it took him no trouble to get under it and to the other side; and after a while of swimming he reached the piece of beach surrounded by trees where his little raft lay. Under the pale light of the waning moon he got into a pair of dry clothes before pushing the raft into the water again. With peddles he made sure to at least have some direction; but mostly he let the sea lead him.
For two days Nhadnay lived of the things he'd brought on his raft; but he had started to panic. Ha had not realized that the sea would have it's will with him and that he might yet die on the raft. During the third night his luck changed though and his raft got picked up by a landwards current; a very strong and dangerous current, one that had cost the lives of many shipmen. One that this time saved a life rather then destroyed tens.
Updated part:
With the Damuïsa
Dawn broke trough as the shore hunters passed by the 'treasure vault' The night before had been rather stormy, and thus the chance of finding new shipwrecks would be even bigger.
The reason why the little bay was called 'the treasure vault' was because there was a very mean sea current leading into it, and some extremely dangerous reefs to welcome any ship that had gotten astray. Most of the time only ships of foreigners were stranded here, but when a storm had swept the sea at night, sometimes a ship of athan'miere could be found, or even one of their own people. And the ones on the ships... well, most were dead, and those foreigners who weren't when they were found were either killed immediately or -if they looked suited- enslaved.
Nhadnay woke up a few brief moments; the first one he still was alone; lying on a rocky beach, pieces of wood and cloth all around him and a vague silhouette of a few ships nearby. It only lasted a few seconds before he once more succumbed; to wake up at the sound of voices; far off still. And then a third time as he felt his body being moved. His eyes opened up and he saw the side of a mans face, and heard him shout "This one is still alive, and he's a valuable one" the man looked at him and ran his fingers over the Su'Nar for a moment. Before easing Nhandays scared face with some clacking of his tongue as Nhadnay himself had often used trying to calm down a Ne'Horn.
It worked however and once more Nhadnay sunk into a sumber, only to wake up again by the movement of a cart; feeling soft fabric around him. As his head shot up he looked into the eyes of a young woman sitting besides him "ssshish... there is no need to worry." He looked at her for a moment and then started looking around; wondering where he was. "I am sorry. Your Master is no more." As a confused look came on Nhadnays face the girl continued, assuming by his tattooed forehead that Nhadnay had been his masters favorite slave; and that he had been a passenger of one of the two ships that had made shipwreck that night.
"Your masters ship got caught in the storm last night and ran on the reefs. You are the only surviver. But no worries... we will bring you to Palargioso and find you a new master soon. You are allowed your weeping in silence."
It somehow felt as if he was addressed like a young child; and that last line even made him feel like one of the Ne'Horns. But it did however give him an idea.
The woman had spoken about a lot of things he hardly understood, but he was allowed to be silent; and he took that by heart. He would be silent. So that no-one would manage to get anything out of him; for after all he had no idea of the world outside Douve and Karkam; and feared being found out about.
A little while later; after Nhadnaay ha
d been given new clothes to wear and some food to fill his empty stomach, the cart stopped at the midst of a very busy place. It somehow seemed like a square but only he had never seen any square this busy. The woman in his cart opened started tying his hand together and he let her do as she pleased; after all, it was a man's job to please the woman he was with if she wanted something.
But the only thing she did was open the door and lead him outside on the rope; once more as if he was a mere Ne'Horn. Feeling looked at by everyone, he simply looked around as his feet followed the woman and his leash.
As they reached a big high stand on the square Nhadnay saw plenty others standing there, tied up as Ne'Horns as well, some tattooed as well. For the young ayyad it all made no sense; what was he doing here? What would they do with him; and what was all that Master talk about? "No no my child... just be good... we will see each other again." The sound of a mother soothing her crying child caught his attention and he looked at them. Both the mother as the child bore a tattoo; a hooked star o their left cheek and stood by a man whose chariot bore said same sign. "I'm sure your new master will be kind. Just do as you always have done; be nice, do as he says and don't try to run away and you'll be fine. One day we will see each other again." As the two hugged each other Nhadnays eyes went up to their master who was doing business with another; seemingly wealthy man. And as both shook hands the other man just snapped his fingers and one of the people close to him; a rose on their clothes, grabbed the girls rope and dragged her along, still crying as she went.
"it's sad isn't it? That they are even buying children instead of letting them grow up with their parents." Nhadnay jumped up a bit as the man before him in the line started talking to him; apparently he had followed his gaze to the little drama. The man bore no tattoos on his face yet. "Steran..." he said as a manner of introduction; and Nhadnay nodded to him; but kept his lips sealed. "Had a nice instrument shop; made beautiful harps and lutes and all you can think of. But well... couldn't pay my debts. At least I am still valued somewhat. Unlike them workers there." He nodded to another line, all with people in chains, quite a few of them their heads completely tattooed.
The man talked a bit and Nhadnay listened intensely; trying to pick up whatever he could. And making an image of what would happen. He had been called a slave, just like all the others in either ropes or chains he could see; and the more tattoos on a face or body, the more owners the person had been a slave of.
Slave. The word sounded strange to him and he wasn't certain what to think of it; he was supposed to be working for someone, doing heir biddings and be loyal to them. Like he had to the women all his life.
The line kept getting shorter and shorter and after a while, Nhadnay found himself being led onto the little stage and have an explanation about his life under a very wealthy master, with a weird story about how he ended up being sold again, and some boasting about his skills in bed. Then off course there was some showing of his teeth, his ears -making his cheeks burn a bit- and his muscles. And then people started shouting lots of things; he did not know what they were shouting; after all, it was of no use to him that he learned to count, so why teach him numbers.
In the end he was lead away and taken to a noble woman with a somewhat big grin on her face and he was taken in care by other people; other slaves he assumed. He was pushed into another chariot and three other people; one of which with two tattoo's but all three roped like him; were put in the chariot as well.
After some hours of driving they arrived at a huge mansion and were led to some chambers, and as each of them were put on a bench; their bodies held by various shackles four men came in and started putting needles in their skin; followed by ink... in order to give them a new -and rather big- tattoo going from their chin to their shoulder.
The ones giving the tattoos each had one themselves and were actually rather kind to the new ones; giving them a explanation about the rules of the house Damuïsa and about Lady Damuïsa herself. Then they started explaining the two ones without other tattoos a bit more about the life of a slave in general; something Nhadnay once more listened to intensely, and learned whatever he could.
Quite some hours had passed before the tattoos were complete and they were allowed to go off to their new beds. Nhadnay had been given a small; hard bed, but he fell asleep immediately anyways.
The next morning he was awoken early and immediately put on his livery as he'd been told the night before. Following one of his colleagues he moed down trough the maze that was the house and ended up in a small kitchen, seating quite a few other slaves who briefly introduced themselves, once again he only nodded before sitting down and eating.
After dinner he was led to meet his mistress Lady Damuïsa who promptly named him Tüm without even bothering to find out his name.
Nhadnay just nodded and did as he was told to.
Time went by, and Nhadnay stayed at the house where he filled his days with serving and doing the ladies bidding. After about a year the lady had ordered him to become a bit of her personal guard, and thus he had been put under the real guards to train, but his training was far from thorough and the only thing he actually managed to use with some form of skill at the moment was the bow; his fingers were for the finer work, pleasing women , preparing food, playing instruments etc...
Over time Nhadnay learned and saw more of the land he lived in; he saw the giants working on the bridges, gazed upon more wonders of his land, and accompanied his mistress veiled and cloaked as she traded with foreigners in the nearby walled port city of Sh'Andriaxa; his eyes drawn by the magnificent Sea Folk and other ships.
His life was far from bad actually; as the mistress favorite pleasure slave, Nhadnay, or rather Tüm, did not have to do a lot of heavy or bad work; and even though he wanted to see more of the land, or the sea, he had no real desire to leave.
Then the dreams started again. This time however they seemed even more sporadic, but Nhadnay knew that because of the fact he spent most of his nights in bed with his mistress, he was more of the time in the 'world that is not' and thus didn't get the strange warning dreams a lot.
For the third time he stood on the beach, once more looking over it; his strange companion on his shoulder; circling around his neck; this time it was more then just a part of him; it felt as if he was his strange companion... As he expected to turn around and see the peacock Ayyad women come closerby; nothing happened; surely he turned around, but the weird lizardthingie stayed circling around his neck, not blinding him, and no women came near. There was a boat however; and at the other side of the water something seemed to call him. Unlike the other two times he got into the boat alone and started rowing himself; towards the new land. As he reached it he saw a big building very close and beyond it; very far away was something else... A white peacock and a creature as on his shoulder were flying entwined; and the one on his shoulder left towards them; drawing himself closer as well.
It made little sense to him as usual, and the fact that over a year the dreams were coming and nothing happened confused him even more; until one evening.
That day, Tüm had accompanied his mistress to the shore city once more as she traded with an Athan'Miere man. And somehow the man felt strange to him... as if something inside him echoed within himself... Nhadnay had been having a weird feeling all day and come night, he had been slightly distracted while pleasing his mistress, to her annoyance. Because of her displeasure for his absentminded behavior he
had been given ten strokes of the whip and then had been Cured by an Ayyad whose only reason for not recognizing him as an ayyad as well was his headband he wore all the time so everyone would believe that Lady Damuïsa was his first and only mistress.
That night Nhadnay had cried all alone in his room. It was not the first time he had displeased his mistress, but tonight he just felt too bad. When sleep finally came it somehow felt different. He was once more in the 'World that is no world' but somehow it felt more real.
He walked away, imagining a horse by his side and then rode it towards the city at the shore were the ships of the athan'miere were. Something shifted and for a moment it felt as if he was in the real world again, for darkness was upon him as he walked onto the ship. but it lasted only for a few moments and then all was noram again... well that stranger form of normal at least.
Off course Nhadnay assumed No-one was aboard, there never was anyone in the strange world besides for some people who seemed to randomly appear and disappear.
As he got to the rudder of the ship he made it move while he marveled at what he could do in this world. Surely he knew that things that happened here were not real; but he wanted to have been on such a grand ship and see the rest of the world, even if it was in this dreamworld.
The trip took longer then he had expected but before dawn he noticed more signs of civilization after seeing nothing but rocky shores. And suddenly he saw something he had seen in his dreams, that one special building, made entirely out of stone.
He willed the ship to go to shore there, into the harbor and then got off and as he was walking down the plank things started changing again, and even though it somehow felt like the dream had ended, he could now feel the chill of sudden moonlit night and see the Stone of Tear looming up above him
In the Westlands
Tired and cold, Nhadnay moved trough the foreign streets Something weird had happened, he had dreamt that he traveled to this place, but now he really was here. And he had no idea where he was anyways.
Dawn was already breaking trough and in the harbor he started hearing a fuss; people started rushing pas him and he heard something about a 'strange athan'miere ship just appearing out of nowhere'. Nhadnays eyes followed one of the people that passed, they were very funny dressed and talked extremely slow and their hair! The people had no decency here! With his cheeks blushing furiously he touched his ears and then his Su'Nar. He knew he had to look for the white peacocks and the lizardthingies... but he had no idea how to start.
No idea what so ever.
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