About Ajir Jiro"Tell me, my enlightened fellows, how does one return three debts to a dead man?"
Appearance:
Ajir is a young human man, slightly past the quarter-century mark. Sinewy muscle and tendons can be seen pushing against olive skin. Black hair streaks backwards into a hair-band in an effort to centralize the rigid tufts rather than let them jet out in their preferred direction. At 5’8” he’s tall enough for people to realize his frame is lithe and could probably use a few good meals. In the urban environment he prefers to wear loose clothing, his shirt practically hanging off of him. Most of his body is protected by callouses, but with close inspection the pads of his palms near each thumbs seem bruised, an incomplete yellow circle hidden below roughened skin. Still, he usually seems in good demeanor, smiling and being interactive with the people around him.
. . Backstory:
Ajir Jiro is the son of two practitioners from the Order of the Revenant Fist, a monastery within the Hungry Mountains of Ustalav. Under the guidance of Sifu Kiv Nestor, the Order lived in relative harmony while still training to fulfill their duties. Ajir’s father, Stijen Jiro, lived there and was known to be of good company and helping his son get in trouble with his mother. Tisdalia Darpeer was the more strict parent, trying to keep Ajir’s training in line, disciplining both him and her husband when necessary. When Ajir reached 10 years of age, he was out on some endurance training when he heard it. A rumble from the ground that swelled up the mountain. The shaking lasted for minutes and then intense heat. Most of the Temple grounds had crumbled to bits, and a jet of lava had swelled from below to eject itself right through the center of the temple. Ajir and senior student Jeer Katel were the only survivors. Jeer Katel assumed the mantle of Master and for the next two years set to work rebuilding the temple grounds but never recruiting outside help or additional students. During those two years, Ajir would wake to find Master Katel staring at him from across the room, silently, with hateful eyes. Ajir continued to try and self-train and move boulders around the Monastery grounds, but as time went on he became weaker, and tired longer. Behind one boulder he found the only surviving family memento, a Lungchuan Tamo, one hilt with his mother’s family symbol the other with his father’s. When Ajir was 12, a surprise guest appeared at the Monastery grounds. Professor Lorrimoor had last contact with Sifu Nestor and finally had to check in. He stayed for a week, and apparently was not satisfied with whatever philosophical conversation he had with Master Katel. When he left, he offered to take Ajir with him on a journey to another school where he could actually learn something. Ajir agreed. For two years, Ajir stayed at the professor’s side and travelled, gaining some knowledge of the varying landscape and cultures the professor visited. The professor even coached his ability to sing, which helped to pay for room and board during travels. Ajir tried to learn what he could from the Professor but his body and mind were sickly and too fatigued all the time. He could not wrap his head around the sciences, though he did learn to interact with the many strangers they came across. At 14, Professor Lorrimor visited the island of Jamelray, taking young Ajir to it’s northern forest. He wanted to touch bases with Sifu Hime at one of the lesser known monk orders, the Monastery of the Verdant Respire. It is here that the Professor left him under Sifu Hime’s care. Ajir thanked the Professor and promised to help him in the future if he ever needed it. Ajir did his best to practice under Sifu Hime’s tutelage. He got along well with his peers… though his frail body could not muster the power or endurance to keep alongside them in training. Sifu Hime never scolded him though, as long as he tried. At 15, Ajir awoke to a strange feeling and snuck his way to the central grove of the Monastery. Climbing into a tree, he witnessed the strangest event. Sifu Hime approached by Master Katel, the younger man asking repeatedly where Jiro was at. Sifu Hime was silent. In the blink of an eye, Master Katel had covered the ground to attack Sifu Hime, and the next instant Master Katel was stumbling to his knees clutching at his neck. Ajir retreated to his dormitory and contemplated what happened. It was when he woke that he felt it. It was as if someone had poured a bottle of fire into his soul, he could feel it churning, filling, stretching. After some time he could feel it in others too. His body began to recover, and in time he found himself able to keep pace with his peers. Ten years since that time has passed, and he has mastered what he could from Sifu Hime. He had been postponing leaving for another school, but when he received the invitation to Ravengro to attend the Professor’s funeral he decided that it was time for a change… and once again the Professor would help him achieve it.
. . Character Sheet Prayers:
For the past, forever carried forwards. For my mother, who taught me how. For my father, who taught me why. For the others, from whom I learned the rest. Today I live; may my ancestors have pride. Character Nicknames:
Millicent = Emm Sebastian = Coins Marinus = Fingers Milovec = Kiddo (always subject to change.) A piece of parchment:
Circled Entries in the Professor’s Journal: Ten Years Ago: The Whispering Way is more than just a cabal of necromancers. I see that now. Undeath is their fountain of youth. Uncovering their motivation does not place me at ease as I thought it might. Their desire to be eternal simply makes them more dangerous. Two Months Ago:
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Revenant Fist Birthgift:
Lungchuan Tamo The peaceful Order of the Revenant Fist had developed an unique birthright ritual. Upon the birth of a child, the mother and father would have forged a dagger that represented what they wanted their child to know of them. These daggers were designed to fit together, interlocking upon a small ring. Together they formed a small baton, generally around a foot in length. A special latch is formed around the ring such that the bearer can wear the dagger about their belt and pull either dagger, both at the same time, or the baton in whole. Stijen Jiro Vibrant yellow engravings of a Raven in flight and song above sunflowers adorn this polished and simple black handle. Upon it's black pommel small and messy signature of Stijen Jiro, engraved as to be a reverse stamp. Tisdalia Darpeer Also a polisshed black handle, though this one features small groove, expertly twisted in perfect even-ness such that it starts and ends at the center of the dagger's guard and pommel. A tiny and neat symbol for "Tisdalia Darpeer" is engraved as to be a reverse stamp. Latch A simple iron carrier on the outside, it's innards intricate enough to secure the Tamo from falling when jostled. About an inch in width, it is connected to another D-shaped ring that closes upon the wearer's clothing or baggage. Ajir's latch bears the symbol of a yellow disc, missing a slice from the bottom. Expertly extruded from the latch is the symbol for Ajir Jiro, such that he could use it as a stamp. Worn Ajir wears his Tamo across the small of his back such that his left hand grasps the raven blade, and his right hand would grab the spiraled dagger. |
