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Omid Khurshid; Qunari Mage [Approved]
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Name: Omid Khurshid (Oh-Med Kah-Er-Shed)
Age: 25
Race: Qunari
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gynosexual

Physical Info

Height: 7'2''
Weight: 310 lb's
Hair: Black
Eyes: Purple
Skin: Dark Tan, Tinged Purple
Build: Large, Wide, Strong


General: Omid is what could be considered the perfect man for many a woman- if he would actually be willing to try. The massive Qunari stands at a tremendous size of seven foot two inches, to call him large by his species would be accurate- though he is not truly "monstrous" by their standards, just a bit bigger than usual. Two massive horns curl back from his forehead, letting long curly black locks roll down to about the middle of his back- though he bares no scar's or markings, his horns hold the look of oddly enough- being shaved down and trimmed neatly to a manageable size.

He is build like a Tank in every aspect of the world, however he acts not like a trained warrior- but more like someone that just got into the occasional brawl, and works out. He has no actual skill, his movements and build makes this apparent as he is incredibly strong looking- but without the technique and skill to back it up he is rather helpless. This aside, the man has a look in his eye that would put most off from the idea of tangling with the Qunari- if his species, size, and bulk wasn't enough.

The man's body is covered in tribal tattoo's, runes and designed- born into an era when the "Mage Towers" crumbled- he has never known such petty restrictions. He moves like a free man, with confidence, poise, and an intelligence that is rare and nearly unknown in these harsh times. Often he is seen wearing not robes, but simple leather tunics, with slacks tucked into leather boots- generally a leather belt to match, with a collared black undershirt beneath the leathers. He keeps the sleeves rolled up to his elbows generally- revealing the many runes traces along his skin.
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Personality Info

Likes: Books, Reading, Training, Learning, Sleeping, and Tea's.
Dislikes: Loudness, Rudeness, Ignorance, Racism, and The Heat.
Fears: He's irrationally afraid of heights.
Goals: Learn all the secrets that magic has to offer, destroy the darkspawn through the discovery of a magic designed to wipe them out en-masse.


General: Omid's personality is what many would consider to be the complete opposite to what one would expect from a Qunari from the rumor's of them being practically demon's incarnated into the form of flesh. He is very calm, collected, and intelligent- holding a unique outlook that makes many stop and seem baffled by his ideal's and thoughts he comes up with for new situations. The man is a raging optimist, never being depressed or down- he seems to take everything in stride and keep an honest to god smile on his face through it all somehow- and it's certainly not because he has never experienced pain or depression.

Omid is lightly flirtatious, a bit of a smartass- and can at times make jokes at others expenses, but is surprisingly shy when it comes to actual romance, or even friendship. Not sure how to treat people that actually accept him and try to get that close to him- even in times like these, racism is alive and well- at least toward the Qunari who are practically non-existent in Farelden. He is not a proud man, lacking pride as a whole- seeing it as useless and stupid, instead preferring the idea that you do anything you have to, in order to survive- in order to win.

That is the biggest difference between Omid and most people, he does not want to just "survive" or "outrun" the Darkspawn. Farelden is his home, everyones home- and he is determined to take it back no matter the personal cost. He is not afraid to kill, though he has only done it a few times- generally preferring to avoid it, he takes no pleasure in it. However if the choice is you or him, or you and someone he cares for- or is in charge of protecting, then your life is worth far less to him. He will do what has to be done in order to free Ferelden, period.
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General: Omid's story is not a kind one- but it is not as dark as one would expect from him ether. The man was born to a Qunari mother - with a twin whom had been stillborn, his mother- already wracked with greif was forced to continue on, and had fled their homeland after loosing her status- giving birth to the child within Ferelden, where she quickly realized that with no home, no money, or any status or skills beyond that of a housewife her likelyhood of raising the child was next to nothing. If she were human, perhaps a maid- but she was not. Forced to give up her child and live on the streets, she left her son on the doorstep of a Farm far from the chaos of the Darkspawn- for the time. The battle of the Archdemon raged, and as the grey warden's fell the news quickly spread.

Omid was left with a single piece of paper with his first name on it- the Farmers when they found him, took him in (once they realized the young babe was not some twisted tainted child from hell). They had tried for a child for years to no avail- and they were happy to accept him, even with his ... differences. The good life however, did not last. It took only a month when the Darkspawn kicked the door in- Omid loosing his father before he even knew him so that he and his mother could escape. They fled into the world, along with thousands of others that tried to make the trips to the "Safe Havens". However every time they turned out not so safe.

Finally after five years of this, Omid- now five years old, and as large as most ten year olds, traveled with a small group of X-farmers turned warrior's, to the City known as Gwaren, supposedly the last Dwarf Fortress. When they arrived, there was much in the way of persecution against them- so much hatred toward the Darkspawn had turned them bitter to anything that looked even close, and few even knew what a Qunari was in the first place. The child and mother were given some of the worst accommodations, and had they not already been used to the outside world- they surely would have perished. There Omid learned you do anything to survive- even ram your horns into someone attacking your mother.

Even eating rats cooked over a fire in the middle of a ancient stone room with no windows- only an open door to let the smoke out, inviting others less fortunate to even have that much to come and try and take it from you. He lived like this for years in the under-networks, filth, and creeps of the dwarven city. Ten years later, the boy was already a man in size and maturity- his mother was old, sickly and weak, the environment did not do well for her age. He watched her slowly die in his arms, and had to fight those that had turned cannibal in the darkness of the undercity off just to give her a proper stone-burial. After her death however is when his true path became clear- one day the Darkspawn broke through the depths.

Invading the undercity, the Dwarves sealed the section off- leaving those within to their fates for the protection of those not within it. A way to be rid of undesirables, as well as a way to kill off some of the Darkspawn. Omid did not give way however, for as he felt himself swarmed, kicking, biting, slamming and rending horns into anything he could- he saw it. A single spark went off in his mind- he saw the whispers of something, strands of mist that seemed to encompass him, protect him. Slowly his eyes narrowed as he saw the outline of another man- a Qunari of same height and expression, sadness in his eyes- and then rage as he turned his back to Omid. He watched, as the spirit released power in a wave that sent the Darkspawn reeling backwards. His brother.

That thought caught him off guard as he had no such things, but the spirit simply smiled at him- and dispersed, leaving him by the hole in the wall that the spirit had made as he was grabbed- and yanked through. Dwarven warriors, eager for an explanation to how he had blown through six feet of solid stone- but he had none for them, that was until a Dwarf tried to punch him- and the sound of bone cracking filled the air as he howled and fell back in agony. He felt it again- the chill of the fade, and slowly his eyes rose to those around him who stared in fear, he didn't realize the glowing white markings that covered his skin- only that he felt ... whole. Like he had someone once again that cared for him.

His stillborn brother had the spark of magic, as had he- and through that connection they had found one another and bonded into one being with an unsaid deal. As the years passed, their bond grew as did his magical abilities- he was finally able to use magic freely, though he was far from a master, it was a start- and that was what mattered. He and his brothers goals continued to grow- they had all the time in the world, in a way- they would do everything they could, and slay the archdemon. No matter the research it took, no matter the dark or once forbidden magics, or new magics yet to be invented, they had been gifted with power- they would use it.
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Combat Info

Money: 514 Silver/775 Silver

Items & Weapons


Total SP: 100
SP Used: 100
  • Strength: 35 (25+10)
  • Dexterity: 25
  • Stamina: 25
  • Magic: 35 (25+10)

Total AP: 5
AP Used: 5

Abilities


Total TP: 50
TP Used: 48

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On-Creation+40+500 SilverN/A
On-Creation+0-261 Silver+"Staff-Blade", +"Leather Armor", +"Steel-Woven Cloak".
On-Creation+5+0 SilverN/A
10/2/2014+5+25 Silver+"Treat".
10/5/2014+50+250 SilverN/A
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