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Jake "Honō no ko"

Spirit of the Eastern Frontier

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by DarKnight36

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"When you're standing on the edge, looking out over that beautiful, deadly desert... Really nothing else quite like it."

Name: Jake
Sex: Male
Age: 22

Physical Description: Jake stands tall and lanky over others, but his build belies a physical power few can match. His skin is deeply tanned and his body has many scars from battles with other clans, monsters, and the elements themselves. Most would consider him rather handsome, with sky blue eyes and a ready smile full of straight white teeth.
Clothing: Jake wears a suit that many would consider unbearable. It is dark and almost fully covers him from the sun. Designs crisscross the front and back of his long coat. His boots are solid and weathered. Strapped to his waist are his sword, pistol, and a strange metallic rod that extends with a flick of his wrist. Jake's most noticeable feature is his broad-rimmed hat, reminiscent of a time long passed...
Height: 205 cm / 6'9"
Weight: 190 lbs
Skin Color: Dark brown to pale brown where the sun hasn't tanned him (which are very few places)
Hair Color: Ruddy brown
Eye Color: Sky Blue

Occupation: Self-proclaimed cowboy and adventurer
History/Bio: Born from the ashes of two rival clans and a legendary love tryst he refuses to talk about, Jake was named "Honō no ko", Child of Flame, and sentenced to die by the remaining members of the Vena and Dera clans. Thrown into the White Ruin, Jake somehow survived the ensuing storm that buried the warring clans beneath its sands and left him at the doorstep of a wandering mercenary, hired to fight in the war. Wounded and battered, the mercenary took Jake in and raised him as his own. Although his adopted father died many years ago, Jake still honors his memory, wandering the depths of the Qafar, calling himself "The Cowboy."

Home Town: None, born within the White Ruin
Native Clan: Vena & Dera clans
Population: Extinct
Settlements: None
Location: Sea of Sand, far east reaches of the Ariket

Personality: Fun-loving and optimistic, Jake tends not to take things very seriously. He seems fascinated with the desert, and rumor has it he's explored more corners of it than anyone else. Jake enjoys loose companionship, but grows uncomfortable with close relationships. He is kind but distant, going out of his way to help those in need if he can. He is very good at remaining detached.
Fears and Desires: Jake fears nothing but that he will not reach his most absurd goal: to conquer the White Ruin and make it his kingdom.

Equipment and Weapons: Jake carries a sword and pistol forged and formed by his father. Although the sword seems like a common weapon, it holds an interesting secret. Jake also carries a rod which extends and locks from a piece about six inches long to a staff six feet long. He often uses this in non-lethal situations. His suit is made of interlocking armor pieces and sturdy material threaded from several different kinds of monster. He claims it is waterproof, although there seems to be no purpose to this.
Styles and Abilities: Jake prefers not to fight seriously, although he enjoys getting in healthy brawls and defending women's honor. He has a lot of experience fighting monsters, and bandits.

So begins...

Jake "Honō no ko"'s Story

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Sören's sand-mud hut had collapsed upon him at some point in the night, but he'd been too tired, and too sore, to do anything more then shake his head enough to get some fresh air in through a hole in the sand. All throughout his task his arms had been going from chilled by the frost he was creating with his runes, to warm from the sand, and when he was done both arms were raw and red, but he couldn't really feel them. It was sort of like the pins and needles sensation of a limb falling asleep, but that was all. A glance told him he had overdone it, but he'd ignored all of this and collapsed into a fitful sleep under his improvised hut. Without his knowing it, Duneyrr had wandered off in the night, heading back home to the Dead Forest. Like Sören himself, the northern creature had adapted surprising well to the desert lands during their treks south, and so he had no reason to believe the stag would not make it home safe.

At some point the sun had begun to rise, and the sand around Sören heated and dried as it did so. He was still mostly covered as the winds blew the sands to and fro, which, as it turned out, was a good thing, because at some point he began smelling smoke.Raising his head just enough to look around but remain hidden by the sands, the northman watched as the events unfolded before him. A stranger with a weapon that threw fire attacked, then seemed to try and negotiate, and while this happened a strange, pale man with what Sören took to be, and later found out was, a firearm snuck off on his own. Soon there was an explosion, followed by a burst of flame, and people were sent flying, as a few seconds later a stranger arrived carrying a small firearm and a sword.

Someone was able to diffuse the situation somewhat, and Sören took this opportunity to rise up out of the sand, immediately standing up to his full height. He clutched his spear in one hand, and without his cloak and helm he did not look quiet as intimidating, but it must still have been an odd sight. Especially given the fact that his arms looked as though they had been scoured by sandpaper, and the edges of his rune tattoos were bleeding slightly.

He had no idea what was going on, but he did notice the woman lying in the sand, blackened from the explosion and bleeding out. And so, without a word, he stepped out of the sand and walked through the chaos, passing by the men with the firearms without a second glance, to make it to the woman. Once at her side he kneels down, lays the spear in the sand, then places a hand on her side.

"This is going to hurt a bit." Sören says to the strange woman as he places his hand flat against her wound. With a wince the runes on his arms begin to glow, slightly, and ice begins to form over her wound, stopping the bleeding and numbing it. Once a decent layer of ice has formed over the wound, he sighs and sits back in the sand, breathing a little harder than he normally would after exerting his magics. "What is going on out here?" He asks, looking to the woman, then around at all the others.

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Mirova exhaled deeply as Sören began to tend her wounds, the ice layer covering the bloodied marks along her side. "What's going on?" She breathed, a large smile coming over her face as her head rolled back. "You lot-" She placed a fingernail on Sören's chest weakly. "Have gotten yourself into something bigger than you can imagine." She rolled her head to face the cowboy ninja in the distance. "And he is hunting us- but so was I, so you can't hold it against him."

Skullivan frowned as Jake spoke. A bounty-hunter of some kind - searching among them for criminals. Skullivan breathed. He didn't know who the criminals were, and he didn't really care right now.

"Hey- we really aren't responsible for your fire," The Wetland Traitor called. "This group is not a bunch of criminals trying to escape the law... we're-" Skullivan swallowed, glancing back at the team - all eyes were on him, Boh staring up, Sören and Mirova beside her, Dustin, Elise and Uluru at the forefront ready to confront the bounty-hunter, Thessir in the no-man's land between them, Ka'Wa and Musa in the back dealing with their wounds, and behind them Aisha, Xaverius, and Whisper had gathered to observe the scene. "We're searching for the Change. Together," Skullivan's words were lost as he looked over the faces - many of whom he did not yet know their name. "So please: leave us alone." The Traitor turned to Jake, appearing almost in tears. "I'm so tired. Just leave us alone."

Mirova shifted by Sören, her injuries stinging her as she moved. "Bounty-hunter," She called. "Escort us to the nearest town, I will assist your investigation there. We need medicine and food - and to get out of the sea." Mirova squinted to the man. "What say you?"

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"Don't think this is over yet," Uluru whispered threateningly near inaudibly to Mirova, though making it appear as if he nodded gratefully, as he looked to face Jake. "I know about as much as you do, kid. But listen to this woman," he nodded to Mirova. "We've been in some harrowing circumstances. We have one dead a few wounded. Help us get to the next settlement and we can peace together what happened at the bar and to your friend."

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Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko"

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Elise sheathed her blades, flashing a wary smile. Se winced a little at the pain in her ribs. Standing on the uneven sand hadn't done much for her sore body from jumping from the airship the night before. "It's for the best," she began, nodding owards Jake. "We shold all sit down and discuss this while some get the medical attention they need, and we can all get rehydrated. Please, at least give us that much leeway."

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Dustin had nodded his agreement, glad his head cloth obscured most of his facial expression when his mask wasn't worn. Had the bounty-hunter paid any attention to the Kassellander he would have noticed the man almost breathed a sigh of relief. It was best to keep his mouth shut. Nobody was going to get anywhere, "criminal" or not. What needed to be done was cooperation and recuperation.

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Skullivan

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"The Change?" Jake whispered to himself, a strange expression on his face. "I... see."

Jake considered his options for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, I accept your proposal. I will guide you all to Aklar. It's about forty miles east-southeast of here. It's not a large town, but nothing really is out here on the western border. It does have a doctor I know, goes by the name Razeal."

Jake approached Mirova. "The real question is, can you make it forty miles?" Jake eyed the icy coating that Soren was providing. "Is that moisture you are pulling from the air itself? If so, it should be clean enough. But we will need to keep grime out, which means clean cloth as well."

Jake pulled out a roll of linen from an inner pocket. "Apply this to the wound, and wrap it firmly but not tightly." Handing the supplies to Mirova, Jake turned back to the others, his eyes distant.

"As for the rest of you," Jake said, "we should make preparations as to the crossing. We've got meltsand inbetween us and Aklar, are all of you familiar with that?"

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren

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The northman nodded to the stranger who, apparently, was looking for a handful of the members of this group. Sören was one of the ones responsible for the burning of the bar, and would take full responsibility for it later, but for now, he thought it best to keep his mouth shut about the subject.

In truth, Sören had no idea how the frost was created, if it pulled moisture from the air, which he supposed made sense, or if it really was magic as the wisewoman had told him. He'd seen similar abilities on his journey this year, but hadn't been close enough to grasp how any of the others had wielded their abilities. Getting to his knees he turns towards the strange woman. Taking the bandages from her before she can protest he eases her up into a sitting position, then, forming just enough frost on the palm of his hand, he wipes clean the wounds before letting the desert air dry them for a moment. After that he wraps the bandages around as the man had suggested.

Although he was trained to be a warrior, even his father, the leader of the Rotgevir clan and their warriors, knew general first aid.

"I can read the stars well enough," Sören says as he slowly stands and walks back over to collect his things, "I know which direction is which, but that does me little good in such an open country that I am unfamiliar with." He looks around for a moment before settling his eyes on the stranger with the sword and gun. "I believe, unless someone else has a better solution, you are our best hope. And once we arrive at Aklar, I think the two of us have something to discuss."

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Mirova glanced up at Jake handed her the linen. With a grunt she began to tie it over her torso. "Aklar is big, the gate to the south - our journey for the Change can start in ernest there. But Clan Meltsand..." She licked her lips as she adjusted her hood. "I'd avoid it if at all possible, but-" With a sigh she turned, looking over the very tired camp - desperate to move to shelter. "-they don't have much of a choice."

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The sun shone high above as the team marched above the dunes - Jake leading the pack, Skullivan bundled in his cloak following. The path out the camp had been dune after dune, no more a sign of civilization in one direction than another - but Jake seemed to know where to go. Skullivan squinted as ahead Jake had stopped at the peak of a dune, looking over the sands before marching forward again. He didn't trust Mirova or Jake, but as Mirova said, they didn't have much of a choice.

Skullivan glanced behind him, as Mirova's self-moving wagon chugged forward unevenly on the sand - the Nomad Mir herself and several of the injured positioned on it. "So what exactly is this Clan Meltsand?" Skullivan commented, more to the whole group than anyone in particular, as he stumbled in the sand behind Jake. "Why is Aklar so much better?"

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Elise Seaver Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Uluru leaned his head back against the wall of the carriage, watching over Mirova as she lay injured from their scuffle in the sands a day ago. Despite their efforts to get a move on, everyone seemed largely tired from yesterday's events and Uluru couldn't blame them. Nary a word had been spoken since then, but his impatience had grown and now he felt was the time to ask. ..."Nomad...nomad, wake up," he state, nudging the sleeping Mirova in the arm with his foot as she drooled on the floor of her own wagon.

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Mirova shuffled awake at Uluru's nudge, her eyes rolling open beneath her hood - masking her from the harsh desert heat. Since the camp they'd not said much of anything to each other, the group instead opting to focus on survival as much as they could. Mirova turned to him, pouting slightly. "Can I help you?" She questioned, glaring at Uluru across the row of bodies in the wagon.

Skullivan squinted under the sun at Bohdana. "Oh great. Clan warfare, what your desert is famous for," He huffed. "Yeah, well let's hope the Leviathan hasn't burnt these places to the ground by the time we get there. After we get stitched up we can..." He sighed. "Figure out what we even are. What we'll do next."

Skullivan continued to march forward on the sand, before pausing and turning to Boh. "Sorry, that sounded - I don't know, mean. I appreciate the help. I do."

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"Not lava," Jake corrected. "Meltsand." He glanced up at the sun from under his hat, and then adjusted the wide-brimmed view. "We're making good time, we'll probably reach the town by nightfall. But we've passed into the boundaries of the Clan, so it's possibly we'll run into a scouting group. In fact..."

Jake paused, and raised his voice. "Listen, all of you. If we run into the Meltsand clan, keep your heads down and let me do the talking. They happen to know me, so we should be able to get by without fighting. I don't want any of rushing off into the dunes and attempting to snipe them, or doing some other stupid act that will get us all killed, since I'm quite aware that several of you are capable and willing to do that."

Shaking his head, Jake turned and kept walking, taking a small sip from the canteen at his waist.

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Skullivan

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Bohdana screwed up her face childishly after Jake had made his haughty speech and turned around. Andle and herself had met a few people like him and every time after an encounter they had both made a face at the cockiness. There was no need for arrogance in this desert, her uncle had said, so instead of getting frustrated they would make a joke and have a laugh. A pang of nostalgic sadness shot through her veins.

She glanced sideways to Skullivan with a small smile, shaking her head "Mm, it's okay. I'm clanless so I'm not offended," the girl glanced back down at her feet awkwardly, "Er, y'know, I'm the one who should be appreciating. Uh, I mean, saying thanks. Yeah."

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"You're thanking me?" Skullivan squinted at Bohdana. "For what? I'm- I'm just here."

Mirova smiled widely, her vicious teeth revealed. "I thought you didn't trust me, Mister Uluru, is there a reason I'm now suddenly meant to tell you my acquaintances?" She questioned as the wagon rumbled slightly, the sand beneath it's wheels shifting as it moved over.

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"Idol?" Jake asked, turning back to Skullivan and Bohdana. "What are you referring to exactly?"

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Bohdana frowned at the cowboy warily, "Proof of the Change. That's why we're going with the Naima, to find someone to can translate Yemar script inscribed on this golden idol the Wetlander brought."

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"Dear Goddess," Jake muttered, turning back to the desert, a look of pure disgust on his face.

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Skullivan glanced back at Dustin. "It's just- I don't know if it's possible to leave out the wet parts," He laughed slightly. "It's a lot of mountains... peninsulas, islands, beautiful and green and grey skies but it's- it's still brutal. Floods. Electro-magnetic storms. Entire towns being ripped out the earth..." Skullivan rose an eyebrow at Dustin. "You think it's so much worse here but it's- it's really not, the difference is we're together in the wetlands. We're... unified, safe inside the Empire- we have airships and submarines... and walkways and metal houses and rain through the morning, evening and night. And you wake up to it and you let it... lull you to sleep." Skullivan licked his dry lips. His face was burnt from the sun. "And there are a lot of people like me. A lot of... beautiful people," His green eyes glanced down, a slightly regretful look on his face. "It's not like here."

Mirova leaned back. "What do you think?" She questioned in a low tone. "Do you believe in magic, Uluru?"

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"Sounds most disturbingly terrible," Jake snorted. "And that's what you want to do here, with the Change. None of you have any idea what the Change even means."

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"Its not so bad in the Sea," Bohdana interjected. She was slightly envious at Skullivan's description, "There's a lot of...death and war, but it's beautiful when you know where to--"

Boh's speech was interrupted when Jake shared his thoughts to them. She frowned angrily, "Hey, what's your problem? That's like saying we dunno what life means, doesn't mean we cant still live."

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"You want to change everything about your world," Jake said, shaking his head. "Sorry kid, but what proof do you have that your so-called Change will do any good at all, and not just turn it into another nightmare." Jake squatted and picked up a handful of sand, letting it slip through his fingers as he stood.

"At least here we know how to live," Jake said, his eyes sharp. "I'd rather keep this than throw it all away for a myth."

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Bohdana set her jaw stubbornly, wanting to keep her mouth shut but a choking lump settled into her throat. Her voice began to rise, "You call this living?? Ive seen 'eryone I love die in this desert!" her young words broke in emotion, "And I'm only sixteen!!"

The sands shifted around them in the wind, a faint clinking sound echoed in the air from the wagon. Boh held back the prickling tears that crept in the corners of her eyes, staring at Jake in defiance, "Don't--don't ruin peoples hope, their...their faith! Don't tell me it's a myth as if you're condemning me to a life that could end before I'm 20. That's not fair, you rat turd."

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Jake stared at Bohdana for a second, then turned away, chuckling to himself.

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Bohdana gritted her teeth and kicked sand at the cowboy samurai.

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"You know," Dustin began, slipping his thumbs into his waistband so his arms could rest in a more comfortable position. "I'd rather learn how to live in a place full of green grass and water, than a place of that," he nodded the sand the cowboy-ninja had just dumped from his hands. "A land full of life sounds a lot more worth living in than a land that means to kill you."

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"Every land means to kill you," Jake said after a moment. "It's knowing how, and avoiding it, that keeps you alive." Jake looked back at Dustin. "Sure, life in the desert is hard. But life in the Wetlands is just as hard, as Skullivan said. Even if the land is transformed by the Change into a wonderland of 'green grass' and 'water,' do you really think that's going to resolve anything?"

Jake shook his head and laughed again. "The clans will still fight. The lands outside the Qafar will try to take the land for their own. Disease will run rampant. Food shortages will rise, because all the animals in the desert will die, first the herbivores from eating food they're not prepared to digest, then the carnivores when they're out of food."

"It's never as easy as flicking a switch and living in a wonder world," Jake finished, waving a hand dismissively. "Anyone who can't see that is naive or blind."