Uruk of the Oronir
I will struggle,
I will fail,
But to surrender is a privilege I do not have.
"In order to become truly self reliant, I must succeed in spite of everyone and never be content"
Basic Information
Age: 22 summers
Race: Xaela, Au Ra
Gender: Male
Languages: Old Auri, Eorzean
Proficiencies: Fishing, Hand-to-Hand Combat (Bokh & Hung Ga), Kanabo
Physical Characteristics
Height: 7 Fulm, 1 Ilm
Physique: Lean muscular
Physiognomy: Indifferent
Skin Color: Deep tan
Hair Color: Ember
Eye Color: Bright gold
History
A soul of the Steppe in his entirety, Uruk bears the traits of the vast and warm plains he was born in. Blessed with genes tying him closer to the sun than even the clouds that rest above his head, the day he was born he was brimming with potential and assigned a destiny even the most ambitious emperors would envy.
The product of a man's loose sense of love, Uruk was raised alone by his mother - a frail and sickly woman of 39 summers named Erdenechimeg. She fell into illness when Uruk was naught but 10 summers, and as a result the son took care of the mother for the duration of his childhood - leaving him tired, lonely, and indifferent to the world around him.
The Oronir took pride in watching Uruk develop into the warrior they wanted so desperately for him to be. Granted first with a spear and a greatshield, the young man tossed it aside in favor of a weapon rumored to be effectively used only by those who posses the strength of gods: the kanabo. All that the xaela lacked in precision and dexterity, he made up for with raw strength and unbreakable constitution; both of which made him an undeniably valued asset to his people. Fueled by the fires of ambition, Uruk was and remains ready to lose and get beaten into the ground a thousand times over if it means that one day, he will become truly indomitable.
When that day comes, he will share what he knows with the children of the Oronir. Cultivating a generation of warriors with knowledge of how the world fights, he might finally grant himself and his people peace of mind knowing that they need never fear losing their place as the undisputed strongest of all xaela.
Hooks
Children of the Sun: Uruk is a proud Oronir and warrior - both identities worn shamelessly on and off the Steppe. Anyone who may recognize the name or has heard stories of a particularly ember-maned xaela are welcome to approach!
Fishing: Uruk is an avid fisherman. Whatever free time he manages to carve out for himself will often be occupied by spearfishing alone with his thoughts. Uruk is more than willing to entertain conversation with like-minded individuals who can appreciate such a fantastic hobby!
Tales of Ink: Uruk, in his sustained periods of solidarity, has long since taken to painting as a form of entertainment. Putting onto a canvas delicate memories (mostly of fish) and sights worth recalling, the xaela is curious, albeit not as openly, about the depth to which art can be taken.
A Palace Above the Clouds: Uruk's dreams faded the moment he sacrificed his childhood in favor of caring for his mother. At least, most of them did, save for one. Waking up naked above the clouds, like pillows at his feet that stretched off into a horizon he would never reach. A place where he was rid of his responsibilities, of his titles, and of his name; a place where he was truly free. Any chance to see or reference made to such a domain immediately catches the xaela's attention.
