Brodden Tarkune

Name: Brodden Tarkune

Age: 20

Race:Spriken

Look's: Brodden is tall and and his body is covered in muscle. His body is covered in tribal tattoes, and his face is covered in scars due to the years of hunting. He usually wears greens and browns, mostly for camoflage. When going into public he covers his scars and wears tan colours. He has beautiful angel wings that match the colour of his golden lockes. No one ever see his wings because he conceals then beneath his clothes. Thus no one believes him to be a spriken.

Personality


Personality: Brodden isn't much of a people person. He likes to stick to the outer posts of the Earth Nation, but rarely speaks to anyone but the merchants when he enters the cities. He is a very pasionate person and he cares much for those he loves. Brodden holds no love for sport hunters, he only associates with those who hunt to feed themselves.

Like's: He enjoys hunting, it is his life. He also likes to lie in his hammock and stare up at the starry sky of the earth nation. He enjoys the solitude of being alone. Without the hustle and bustle of the city he can just sit and think.

Dislike's: Arrogance and indifference are traits that brodden dislikes. He hates sport hunters and thieves. He also dislikes prolonged contact with large amounts of people.

Element and Nation


Nation: Earth

Elemental Mastery *anthros get 1 elemental ability*
Primary Element:- Earth
Secondary Element:- Fire

History & Biography

Hisory: Brodden was born into the current rulling clan of the Earth nation. But he was in no way born into privelige. At age four he was thrust into harsh training and by age six was an experienced hunter and craftsman. He was instructed in the art of bow making and allowed to create his own. By age ten, his bow was the most envied in the tribe. Yet he was the only one able to draw the string back to its full strength. By this time he would no longer hunt with the main party he would only hunt by himself. He could track any animal through the harshest part of the forest. And he did on many occasions. Claiming him much fame with his tribe mates. By this time he also had a very close relationship with his younger sister. His brother was being groomed to take over the throne, being the oldest it was his right. Brodden never had a great relationship with his brother. They never spent much time together. Not to say they didnt love each other. They laughed and talked during meals that brodden actually attended. Brodden talking of his latest hunt and his brother talking of news from the borderlands. At age 13 brodden had grown to be a very strong and healthy young man. He was the champion wrestler of the tribe, non could match him in his strength and cunning, though many tried. He was the best hunter and their was always plenty. His fame grew throughout the country. Winning many titles against other young men from other areas, including archery, wrestling and cross country running. None could match his stamina. At age 15 the worst happened. Corsairs from the coast, sailed up the great river and raided his family's town. Most were killed but some were taken as slaves. The men would not be taken and all perished. Including his brother and father. His sister however was not killed, not for her lack of trying. She fought like a wildcat scratching and biting her captors. She was taken and before brodden could catch them they had sailed out to sea. Trying to catch them brodden tried to swim after them. He almost drowned in the riptide. Brodden sulked for a long time, thinking about his lost kinsmen. It took a long time for him to recover from the loss of his sister. He took the chain from around his father's neck that held the crest of the earth king and headed into the darkest part of the jungle. When he returned the people were in an uproar searching for a king. His face now deeply scarred, brodden raised his father's crest and took claim to his birthright. He now sticks to the outposts of the forest, prefering solitude. He waits for the return of the corsairs that took his family from him.

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