Character Profile [Approved CS]
Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2025 6:52 pm
Name: Marinos Ryj'Ihadi
Race: Biqaj
Date of Birth: Vhalar 73, 706
Languages Spoken: Fluent = <Rakahi> Broken = <Common>
Marinos is a young Biqaj male of nineteen arcs. He is around six feet in height, and weighs one hundred and eighty pounds. He has a bronzed complexion and dark, wavy brown hair, with streaks of lighter brown scattered throughout his wind tossed locks from time spent in the sun upon the waves. Often his hair is worn loose at shoulder length, though occasionally braided and decorated with wooden, metal or jeweled beads. His eyes, like all of his Biqaj kinsmen, cover so wide a shifting range of colors, as to make it impossible to say whether his eyes are blue, brown, amber or green. His ears, like all true blooded Biqaj, are gently tapered at the tips and his torso and arms are decorated with a number of tattoos.
As if he was the very embodiment of restless adventure mixed with quiet introspection, Marinos navigates both calm or storm tossed oceans; and the more unpredictable intricacies of human interaction with equal enthusiasm. Alone at sea, he is composed, contemplative. His eyes, color shifting and swirling, scan and study the horizon, listening closely for secrets shared on the wind or by the sound of the waves lapping against the hull of his boat.
Alone on the waves, his friends are the stars at night, the birds overhead or the occasional gull or pelican that drops in to perch on the mast for a while; or other times, the dolphins and sea turtles that venture close enough to bump up against the hull.
On dry land, Marinos transforms with an almost effortless charm, much like any other of his kinsmen. He is equally at ease in crowded taverns and busy seaside towns; quick to laugh, fond of a good story told well, lively and interesting company. His personality holds nearly an enigmatic duality: a philosopher alone on the waves, and an enthusiastic participant in adventures or revelries found on dry land.
In the arc of 706, in a little mud brick and thatched roofed house on a craggy beach along the windswept coast of Ne'Haer, Marinos was born under a vast canopy of starlight; while spindly tendrils of lightening reached down to touch the far off horizon, promising a coming storm. It was a difficult birth, and his mother, having brought five healthy sons into the world before him, passed shortly after he arrived. His father, a quiet and stern man but one who'd dearly loved his wife, named the boy and raised him on stories of dragons and pirates and shipwrecks, and navigation by way of the stars. He told his son tales about birds that could cross the oceans without pausing for rest.
By the time Marinos learned to walk, he could identify each type of bird in the sky. Once he'd learned to read, he learned to identify each of the constellations in the night sky from dogeared books and creased and yellowed celestial maps that he'd found at a local seaside bookshop. Soon, he began drawing his own maps of the sea lanes and stars. His father took him along whenever he fished, and taught him how to bait a hook and cast a line. But Marinos always knew that those days were more about the stories, and less about fishing.
He grew up with salt in his lungs, dreams in his heart, and stars in his eyes. For him, the sea wasn't a thing to be feared. It was his home, his living, a mindful breathing thing. It was restless and mysterious and temperamental like a woman, and he grew up loving it as fiercely as any man could love a woman. He learned to sail after building his first boat out of wooden pallets, empty whiskey barrels, rope and old bed sheets, and then rode the tides with an instinct that quickly grew beyond his years with each passing day on the water.
At eighteen, after his father’s death, while his much older brothers chose different paths for themselves, Marinos set out on his own in a small ship that his father had left him. The boat was the only thing of material wealth that he had, and he had no noble title to rely on. But rather than chasing riches or titles, Marinos began riding the currents, chasing the stars and the wind. He dreamed about sailing to strange faraway places where even the birds sang in foreign tongues. At times, he's relied on their migration paths to guide him. And along the way, he's continued to chart the constellations to add to his collection of maps.
He measured time during the night by the movement of the stars and the shifting shimmer of moonlight upon the water. And always, he remembers to give thanks and praise to U'frek as a devout follower of Siera'ja. To Marinos, the ocean and the stars themselves were, and are like reliable old friends, and they are sacred.
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Race: Biqaj
Date of Birth: Vhalar 73, 706
Languages Spoken: Fluent = <Rakahi> Broken = <Common>
Appearance
Marinos is a young Biqaj male of nineteen arcs. He is around six feet in height, and weighs one hundred and eighty pounds. He has a bronzed complexion and dark, wavy brown hair, with streaks of lighter brown scattered throughout his wind tossed locks from time spent in the sun upon the waves. Often his hair is worn loose at shoulder length, though occasionally braided and decorated with wooden, metal or jeweled beads. His eyes, like all of his Biqaj kinsmen, cover so wide a shifting range of colors, as to make it impossible to say whether his eyes are blue, brown, amber or green. His ears, like all true blooded Biqaj, are gently tapered at the tips and his torso and arms are decorated with a number of tattoos.
Personality
As if he was the very embodiment of restless adventure mixed with quiet introspection, Marinos navigates both calm or storm tossed oceans; and the more unpredictable intricacies of human interaction with equal enthusiasm. Alone at sea, he is composed, contemplative. His eyes, color shifting and swirling, scan and study the horizon, listening closely for secrets shared on the wind or by the sound of the waves lapping against the hull of his boat.
Alone on the waves, his friends are the stars at night, the birds overhead or the occasional gull or pelican that drops in to perch on the mast for a while; or other times, the dolphins and sea turtles that venture close enough to bump up against the hull.
On dry land, Marinos transforms with an almost effortless charm, much like any other of his kinsmen. He is equally at ease in crowded taverns and busy seaside towns; quick to laugh, fond of a good story told well, lively and interesting company. His personality holds nearly an enigmatic duality: a philosopher alone on the waves, and an enthusiastic participant in adventures or revelries found on dry land.
History
In the arc of 706, in a little mud brick and thatched roofed house on a craggy beach along the windswept coast of Ne'Haer, Marinos was born under a vast canopy of starlight; while spindly tendrils of lightening reached down to touch the far off horizon, promising a coming storm. It was a difficult birth, and his mother, having brought five healthy sons into the world before him, passed shortly after he arrived. His father, a quiet and stern man but one who'd dearly loved his wife, named the boy and raised him on stories of dragons and pirates and shipwrecks, and navigation by way of the stars. He told his son tales about birds that could cross the oceans without pausing for rest.
By the time Marinos learned to walk, he could identify each type of bird in the sky. Once he'd learned to read, he learned to identify each of the constellations in the night sky from dogeared books and creased and yellowed celestial maps that he'd found at a local seaside bookshop. Soon, he began drawing his own maps of the sea lanes and stars. His father took him along whenever he fished, and taught him how to bait a hook and cast a line. But Marinos always knew that those days were more about the stories, and less about fishing.
He grew up with salt in his lungs, dreams in his heart, and stars in his eyes. For him, the sea wasn't a thing to be feared. It was his home, his living, a mindful breathing thing. It was restless and mysterious and temperamental like a woman, and he grew up loving it as fiercely as any man could love a woman. He learned to sail after building his first boat out of wooden pallets, empty whiskey barrels, rope and old bed sheets, and then rode the tides with an instinct that quickly grew beyond his years with each passing day on the water.
At eighteen, after his father’s death, while his much older brothers chose different paths for themselves, Marinos set out on his own in a small ship that his father had left him. The boat was the only thing of material wealth that he had, and he had no noble title to rely on. But rather than chasing riches or titles, Marinos began riding the currents, chasing the stars and the wind. He dreamed about sailing to strange faraway places where even the birds sang in foreign tongues. At times, he's relied on their migration paths to guide him. And along the way, he's continued to chart the constellations to add to his collection of maps.
He measured time during the night by the movement of the stars and the shifting shimmer of moonlight upon the water. And always, he remembers to give thanks and praise to U'frek as a devout follower of Siera'ja. To Marinos, the ocean and the stars themselves were, and are like reliable old friends, and they are sacred.
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