Tariku Enitan
Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2024 1:31 am
Tariku Enitan
Details
Full Name: Tariku Enitan
Race: Moratallen (Vishan)
Sex: Male
Age: 38
Height: 7’6
Weight: 245 Pounds
Birthdate: 13th Day of Frost, Year 86 of the Age of Steel
Birthplace:
Profession: Knight-Sergeant of the Dawnmartyr
Housing:
Partners: N/A
Titles: Knight-Sergeant of the Dawnmartyr
Factions: Order of the Dawnmartyr
Fluencies: Common, Tallenese
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
A mountain of a man, Tariku is no different than those of his race. Standing at seven feet and six inches tall with a wide wingspan, Tariku dwarfs most of those that he comes across. Among his body are a few noticeable features that one would see at first glance. Dark skin almost imitating the color of obsidian.
On Tariku’s face are two glowing ember eyes, like fire they radiate against the contrast of his darker skin. Black hair that is often worn braided and pulled back. With a black beard that is always shaven closely frames the jaw.
Further down the body around his right arm is a mark. A special rune that all of his Order have. The Rune of Reaving sits on the inside of his forearm.Runic and tribal style marking a hammer in what looks to be golden ink. The area of skin where the mark rests is the only area without scars or other markings.
Personality
When Tariku first joined the order he was full of passion and life. A bit overconfident as he could best most that were on his level or below just be relying on his strength alone. Described as a good friend by most, he wasn’t afraid to boast and brag.
Though as his time went on in the order, he began to change. Fights were no longer as easy and losses were abundant. Tariku was molded by the harsh training. Though he didn’t lose his passion for life, a wall of steel and stone slowly began to cover it. Not to keep it hidden from the world, but to start protecting what he held most dear to him.
Upon fighting through the siege, Tariku changed again. Anger made him bitter. Experiencing the mass casualties that happened in the place he viewed as safe had caused him to lash out. What was once a controlled fire burned with the rage of an inferno. Under the direct order and guidance of his teachers, Tariku fought and killed to escape and save those he could. But a great deal of burden and failure rested on his soul.
Now he trains the young among the order. Preparing them for what they must face as he once and still does face. The arrogance remains among the inexperienced and newcomers of the Order. But those that had seen him before still see the vibrant man that once was.
History
Much of Tariku’s past is lost to his own memory. Refusing to give more than is necessary, he rarely speaks of what was. He was a young man born in the land of Ecith in the city of Ailos. Much like the rest of his people, he was vibrant and full of life.
He chose to join the Dawnmartyr’s as his father before him did. Little did he know how it would shape his future.
As a young aspirant, he was studying first aid under his teacher when the worst happened. A large explosion covered the room in rubble and dust. Brushing away the flames and freeing himself from the stone he was momentarily pinned under. The chaos and destruction filled his sight. Under the instruction of his teachers, he began to clear away the rocks and rubble that he could. Pulling those he could free when they were set upon by Gelerian soldiers.
Tariku uses his body to shield the wounded. Fighting as hard as he could against the Imperium soldiers with those who could fight. It wasn’t long before the fight began to strain on him. But luckily enough for him and the few he managed to guard, he was saved by a group of Knights.
Tariku was taken from Ecith and Ailos as a whole. Slowly he began moving up north with a group of others. As they went the numbers began to thin. Aspirants making homes in the small cities and villages that they had passed. Giving up on the Order as a whole, it angered him.
After a long time traveling they managed to remove themselves from the sights of the Imperium. At least for the moment. Tariku had been given orders to remain at a small village and await the return of the commanding officers.
So he did, waiting for their return he began to practice and hone his skills to the best of his ability. Often staying in the woods around the village, living off of the land as best as he could. Under strict orders, he hid his magic. Though many left the giant to his own devices, some worried that they might anger him. Others just worried about their home lives.
After a few seasons of waiting, it was finally time. Brought further north to the city of Kalzasi where he now resides.