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About ScrapekneeOjWoj "Scrapeknee" Viskalai
Background/History::
(age 7) "You will like Sandpoint, I think, my little hawk," The Shoanti woman told her son as they rode towards the named town, "We have family there, and an old friend who shed blood with me once."
The boy was young, very young, but not so young to be incurious about exploits of battle, "Tell me the story?" He said hopefully, "Who are our relations, what outsider fought by your side?" The mother smiled, she had little OjWoj now, right where she wanted him, "I will, but first, as we travel by night, can you name the stars?" She gestured, "And tell us which ones will guide us? If you do it well, I will tell you all about the battle with goblins!" OjWoj couldn't point his finger and start pointing to constellations fast enough!
OjWoj winced. WAS he past hope at being a true Shoanti now? He still had his child name. There was no deed worth a proper adult name, nor a rite of passage held here. What would mother think of him? What would she want? His uncles continued to argue about him. He hated when they argued. When he could, he slipped away, to go gaze at the stars. **** (Age 14)
OjWoj bristled at that, "I didn't say they invented it, I said they discovered it, and it's SHOANTI Stargazing. It shows us things, sometimes even tell us things. You can read the stars for advice and..." "Sounds like a Varisian Fortune Teller trying to scam folks," The Fisherman's son snorted. "WATCH IT," Warned the Varisian girl nearby, and she said "Shoanti probably have their own star gazing stuff, that's all he's saying." OjWoj shot her a grateful look, "Right! Look, even I learned a little when I was a kid." "Did not," The Fisherboy, who was REALLY getting on OjoWoj's nerves, just flat out called him a liar. OjWoj wasn't the best fighter among the boys, but somethings required either rolling up the sleeves, or ... "Dare me." He said.
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"Come on, tell me something?" Then he realized he was being rude, "Please? I am OjWoj, of the Shriikirri-Quah." That wasn't entirely true "I am Little Hawk, of Saindpoint." That wasn't entirely true either, "I am ... lost between two worlds but I am no liar, and you are all I have left of my mother. Please, share what you know?" Nothing, the stars WERE pretty, but he couldn't read into them as his mother said true star favored could. Oh well, not all Shoanti could do it anyway. He sighed, at least he had the flag . He tied it up, trying to get it to stand up between the chimney and a shingle. A voice called out "is someone up there? SWEET DESNA, what are you DOING?" A shingle came loose.
**** (Age 18)
Even now he got some looks from townsfolk, ones of amazement that he was ONLY lame in the leg. OjWoj couldn't blame them. He should have died. Yet the leg was ALL that was broken when they found him, and a limp that could not be cured was a small price to pay for his foolishness four years ago. Yet, he had gained something too. The stars seemed to beckon more than ever to him. It was as if, in return for his leg, they had waken something in him. He didn't tell anyone. They'd think he was mad, or full of himself.
His Uncle Belor gave him an order, "Short patrol tonight, Nephew. Swallow tail festival is soon, and no, you're not on duty. But you can tell my brother you are so you get time off for it rather than working the White Deer half the time" He winked.
Personality:
Where his Uncle Hemlock defies traditions, but is a benevolent man, and his Uncle Viskalai clings to the old ways but isn't always as nice, Scrapeknee is kind of in between. He is a well behaved, decent, honest, tradition respecting young man. Of course, torn between two worlds, he sometimes is unsure which 'right way' is THE right way. Scrapknee wants to visit the hawk clan one day, maybe to learn about his heritage from the source. And to pay his respects and.. yes, under go a rite of adult hood if it is possible. Yet he also knows he has duties here at Sandpoint, and folks who count on him.
He would be okay with putting his own dreams aside for the greater good, if he knew more about his dreams and was sure what the greater good WAS. Appearance:
OjWoj is now out of the 'goofy looking' phase of his teen years, having filled out to a handsome enough fellow. He has abandoned the shaved look and now keeps his dark hair to the shoulders. Scrapeknee's eyes are a warm amber. Like most Shoanti, he has a ruddy tone to his skin. He is not the most atheletic fellow but he's in tune enough. His clothing is a mix of Shoanti and local fashion when he thinks about fashion at all. -------------------- Gloaming (Horse, heavy (combat trained)) CR –
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