Gambit's BarAijua Oivekpoi Meoa

A vicious and heartless blood mage only out for himself

a character in “The Five Towers”, as played by Aujia

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Description

Aujia is noticeably rather tall, standing at somewhere around six feet and five inches tall though often times his posture is that of a slouched stance that can make him appear somewhat shorter from a small distance away. He is very lean and looks to be extremely lanky in the arms and in the legs though his physique is actually very athletic and even powerful in certain aspects. Aujia's skin is highly pale as if he has never seen the light of the day, to the point that his skin almost appears to be a stony gray with a tone that one would expect of a walking corpse.
Aujia's hair is a very dark ebony color, black as pitch. It grows down to right below where his earlobes end in thick healthy locks that provide for a strong contrast against his otherwise painfully pale skin. It is noticeable that Aujia makes little effort to tend to his hair as it is often times left messy and altogether unkempt. If anything, he will sometimes pulled back into a ponytail though it is very rare that Aujia even does this.
Aujia is in possession of an undeniably handsome face though it is often made to be less so by a vicious contemptuous sneer that Aujia almost always seems to wear on his lips. His face is still rather youthful despite his presumably older age, possessing the soft curves of a teenager that is augmented in the nose and cheekbones by the harder angles of a more aged man. No facial hair seems to grow on Aujia's face, giving it a sort of constant smoothness to the touch.
As for attire, Aujia prefers to wear dark and neutral tones of blacks and of grays that often times make the paleness of his flesh more noticeable. This usually manifests itself in the form of thick cloaks and tunics that cover all of his torso and sometimes most of his head and face as well as thick leggings that are always tucked into a pair of heavy leather boots. It is also to be noted that he has his hands and wrists heavily bandaged and keeps his fingernails long, filed down into sharp points.

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Personality

Aujia is very cold and almost entirely without any semblance of compassion towards those around him, though not necessarily completely evil in his mentality. He has a tendency to view much of the world as entirely unworthy of his time and while he wont go out of his way to save someone whose life is in peril, Aujia will not murder in cold blood without first being heavily aggravated or assaulted by a person beforehand. But it is to be noted that once he has determined to attack an opponent, Aujia will not stop often times until either his foe or himself has fallen dead.
Calm and quiet is the status quot for Aujia, who often times will opt to watch in silence rather than add his opinion to any conversation. If his opinion is required then it is voiced in as few words as possible and usually without any impassioned response of anger or otherwise. It takes a lot for Aujia to become angry and break his cold, uncaring demeanor.
Aujia is not one to form strong alliances with any particular person or group of persons as he hates being grouped in as belonging to any faction. He will ally himself with people only when their efforts are beneficial to him and will generally immediately severe ties with these people once their usefulness to him has faded. Aujia is out for number one and all else are just a means to an end for him.

Equipment

Aujia carries very little with him aside from the clothing that he wears. He will sometimes carry with him a few pouches of rations when he is leaving for lengthy trips as well as a single decorative ritual dagger that he only uses to cut his palms when he is in need of his magic. Other than these, Aujia travels light.

Aijua Oivekpoi Meoa's Story

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:12:42, as a chat transcript.
(( Rawr ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:13:03, as written by Aujia
Aijua Oivekpoi Meoa laughs darkly. :3

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:18:13, as a chat transcript.
(( :3 ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:19:16, as a chat transcript.
(( Yo man ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:20:16, as a chat transcript.
(( Indeed! Am my character picture is a hunter, which is awesome! ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:21:47, as a chat transcript.
(( Eh, it works for now. ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:22:52, as a chat transcript.
(( No one as of yet. ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:23:02, as a chat transcript.
(( I just found it yesterday. ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:27:43, as a chat transcript.
(( Yeah. ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:29:36, as a chat transcript.
(( lol ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:30:31, as a chat transcript.
((blackberry pomagranate carbonated water. yum. ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-16 17:32:26, as a chat transcript.
(( Okay. ))

# Sabur, 2010-03-17 21:50:23, as a chat transcript.
( <3 )

# Sabur, 2010-03-17 21:50:53, as a chat transcript.
( See that little dropdown menu next to your text box? )

# Sabur, 2010-03-17 21:51:36, as a chat transcript.
( The character selection dropdown menu lets you become your character. )

# Sabur, 2010-03-17 21:52:12, as a chat transcript.
( Ho hum... )

# Sabur, 2010-03-17 21:52:19, as a chat transcript.
( D: )

# Sabur, 2010-03-21 12:45:00, as written by Aujia
Aijua Oivekpoi Meoa flexes.

# Sabur, 2010-03-21 13:18:20, as a chat transcript.
The sounds of shouting preceeded his entrance, guards yelling angrily in demands to cease and desist while others muttered the arcane language that promised the impending onslaught of fireballs and summoned undead minions. And then Aijua would suddenly come around the corner, heavily clad in dark robes and cloaks that were several sizes too large for the man to be wearing-giving him an altogether wraith-ish appearance as he planted his feet against his momentum and slid to a stop. A dagger was produced from within the folds of his robes but rather than using it against the oncoming opposition, he used it to slice his own palms as he drew himself into a very offensive stance...

# Sabur, 2010-03-21 13:31:19, as a chat transcript.
The words that were spewed forth from Aijua's mouth were suggestions of very vicious tortures blended in with arcane chants that were spoken more like they were haynous swear words than simple spell incantations. this was followed up by him swiping both his hands infront of him, spraying blood in a sanguine arc in front of him. But rather than descending to the ground as is commonly expected of blood, it stayed in the air looking something similar to a glave's blade though remaining obviously liquidy in its texture. A split second later, this blade of blood was launched forward towards the oncoming guardsmen as Aijua was turning to continue his flight. As he did this, at least three cloaks that looked to have been crafted for an ogre rather than a man were cast aside and left upon the ground. With this sudden change of wardrobe, Aijua appeared more approapriate in size...