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Name: Huo (HU-oh, H-wo)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Osu
Place of Birth: Unknown Osu village somewhere in Syakh.
Physical Appearance:
A twinkle of mischief hides behind the sometimes impassioned eyes that burn beneath a scowl. His eyebrows are thick but not bushy. He stands without imposing but certainly far from unassuming. His blonde hair runs and races like the mane of a lion until they end at tips soft to touch but hard to look at. He posseses a lean and sculpted figure, which lends agility and strength but not too much of either. A healing wound stretches just over his ribs on the right. A number of long healed whip scars cover his back serving as evidence of a once incorrigible and disobedient slave.
His general travel wear would be a wool high collared sleeveless vest and linen trousers with a hood from head to toe for good measure. He wears mostly leather boots. Bandages wrap around his fists starting at his hands as fingerless gloves before covering the length of his arm until they reach his elbows. Other times, such as in battle, he wears vambraces or gauntlets. His average stature compared to other fighters requires him to stir the fear in his opponents through the tattoos that run the length of his arms beneath the bandages.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dirty gold
Skin Tone/Complexion: medium tan
Height: 5 feet 11 inches
Weight: 158 pounds
Combat Skills:
Hand to Hand Combatant - Hardened. He fights, and with his bare hands he fights well. He had been fighting since before adolescence. If there is one thing that Huo knows, it is hand to hand combat. He had been trained for half of his life, which gives him knowledge of significant nuances in fighting. Furthermore, he uses Flow to augment his physical hand to hand capabilities.
Weapons Combatant - Trained. He is decent with most weapons, but not exactly talented. If he needs to fight with a weapon in hand, he will pick a sword.
Fighting Style - Aggressive. Huo's hand to hand combat style places an emphasis on mobility over raw strength because Huo is not physically immense. Thus his agility and dexterity allow him to navigate the field of battle against larger and slower foes. His technique is a hodge podge of various forms, but these forms all share aggression as a key facet. Huo is never one for the defensive, but he is smart enough to understand feigned retreats and regrouping to strike again. He knows he is not built for drawn out fights, which is why he must end things quick. He understands a number of punching and kicking styles, which may have a proper name, but he could care less about that.
Magic Mastery Level - Null. Huo never trained in the arts of magic nor will he ever because he did not possess the gift of mana when born.
Magic Resistance Level - Tertiary Level Resistance. A rather prevalent trait found in many Osu, and Dhaxi realized it served the boy well in fights against magic users. Huo's ability with his fists allowed him to catch opponents versed in magic unprepared for a bout with nothing but a slogging of fists.
Flow Mastery Level - Untrained. After that initial discovery, Huo learned, as well as Dhaxi unfortunately, that he possessed some semblance of access to Flow. He shared an affinity with the element of fire, but lacked any sort of connection with the others. He became adept at using the Flow to augment his physical capabilities more than anything. He has potential, but without tutelage of any kind in any direction, it would remain potential.
Huo had no teacher when it came to the Flow. He did what he could, following the instincts of the energy.
Weapons and Equipment: Huo has no weapons besides his fists, yet.
He wears a medium thick cuirass with spaulders that adds several pounds of weight, but it affords protection from most slashing attacks. As decoration, black plumes spring from the middle of the back and rise a little past where his hair ends on his neck to form a fan arching away from him akin to what some imagine a jungle prince may wear. Though, he discarded the vanity decoration for the sake of practicality. He has bronze vambraces on his arms that provide his forearms with protection. Bronze greaves guard his shins. He also carries along a bota bag, a necessity for any traveler.
Personality -
Huo is a brash and sometimes hot-headed individual. Some that know him attribute it to youth, although the madame Phrina believes it is something more. And she believes it is an internal driving force more than anything. He can be stubborn to the point that his stubbornness has given new meaning to the word bastard on multiple occasions. Other times he can possess a crude sense of humor, and he may seem a little rough around the edges to outsiders. In particular, he never talks much to Dhaxi, opting to remain silent and indifferent as a means of being defiant. He occasionally expresses his views with a grim scowl and a huff. Although not well read, he understands things such as formalities, courtesies, and codes of honor. The word honor is something that Huo understands in abstract form rather than written form.
He is not quite verbal, but not quite taciturn either. He speaks when he needs to. Those that face him in the arenas know he is a trash talker of the highest caliber. He knows the right buttons to push to rile up his opponents because he understands anger as well as anyone. He can be unnecessarily temperamental and annoyed by the slightest things at times. Others, such as some of the locals that he has befriended in Opynonias know that he is fiercely protective of friends. Betrayal will earn nothing but the deepest of hatred from him.
Though, a darker side exists within him. One who is aware of the apathy and the abyss. That after all the fighting and killing is done, there is nothing left but a void of meaningless. His frustrations have the potential to manifest into cold pragmatism and to be carried out in unbridled and indiscriminate fury. That one day he may succumb to a blinding rage is a fear that lies in his mind buried beneath his hopes and dreams. The biggest dream for him may be finding his parents, but that's more or less a pipe dream to him. Whether or not that will be enough to keep the shadow at bay is unknown. Freedom to live how he chooses would be a better dream, and one of more immediate concern to him.
The fighter relied on his voice to carry his emotions and thoughts better than the theatrics of hand gestures. His only hand gestures formed fists, which were meant more for breaking cheekbones than persuading minds.
Other times there is a level of insecurity that arises from being a slave. Upon leaving Opynonias, he would grow to realize that he lacked knowledge about the world and life, despite his talents as a fighter. This then results in a hopelessness and helplessness that often has him punching until his fists bleed.
Religious Beliefs - He is pragmatic because religion was never something that Dhaxi cared to instruct in him. He has some semblance of belief in the Pantheon.
Education - He can write, but he can not read as well as others. Most of education throughout childhood concerned serving and fighting. Reading and writing were never of importance to him. That's not to say that he has not learned manners.
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual.
History -
The slave known as Huo came from a village that was razed to the ground shortly after he was born to two Osu people. They gave him the name of Tiexin (Tee-ay-shin). He does not know much about his parents. Huo's father fled with the boy in a caravan that wandered the steppes. His father sold him at the age of nine to Kurthal, a slavemaster who raised him for two years. Kurthal taught him how to do housework like any other menial slave. Kurthal hoped to sell him off to a Niessen or Sivyne noble one day. One night, raiders attacked their camp and slew Kurthal while they took Tiexin captive. He became the servant of a bandit by the name of Penth who taught him how to fight.
They rested in an oasis where they met another slaveowner by the name of Dhaxi (Doc-shi), who would become his current slave owner somewhere in Syakh. Dhaxi made the proposal for Tiexin, and Penth, upon seeing his opulence and formidable retinue, relinquished the boy.
Dhaxi raised and trained the boy. His training was strict and harsh on him compared to Penth. When Tiexin reached his prime for growth at fifteen, Dhaxi poured whatever pain and misery he could into the boy to sculpt him from the potential that he saw into the gladiator that he wanted to see. It was for years that Tiexin suffered until one day the boy burst into a fit of rage and killed Dhaxi's body guards with fire that he had drawn forth from himself. He attempted to escape, but Dhaxi's right hand man stopped the boy. Dhaxi seemed fearful at first, but then he turned calculating. Dhaxi's overly manipulative nature combined with Tiexin's naivete and ignorance prevented Tiexin.
Dhaxi renamed, or rather rebranded, Tiexin as Huo, which meant "fire" in Osu. The slavemaster marketed him as one of his best fighters. They traveled the arena circuit since with Dhaxi's purse and persuasion a tight yoke on Huo, but none so tight as one of Dhaxi's agents who always kept an eye on the boy. The only thing Huo seeks now is release from this life because it is the only thing he has ever known. Though, Huo had not planned for what would happen after a successful escape, fate may have other ideas.