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Makya

A young warrior of the Ra'shak Clan. Makya is an image of dignity, honor, and courage, but he is young yet and is prone to youthful zeal and impulsive decisions.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tiko

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Name: Makya
Age: 16
Species/Race: Catfolk, Mira
Place of Birth: Forest of the Fall, Aelora
Current Residence: Veshrac Jungle, Terra
Nationality: Mira of the Ra'shak Clan

Makya was only eleven years old when the Ra'shak clan split from the rest of the Mira in Aelora and migrated to Terra. Given his youth, Makya has grown into adulthood within the jungles of Veshrac, far from their volatile homeland. He lacks the feral edge that grips many of the older Mira who grew up in Aelora, though one should not make the mistake of assuming the youth to be soft.

Like all Mira, Makya has been raised to the ways of combat and been taught to uphold the honor and traditions of the Mira with unrelenting resolve. Makaya carries the fervent fire that burns within the hearts of all Mira, but it has been tempered with the wisdom and age of Leonis, shief of the Ra'shak clan. Makya is a picture of dignity, honor, and courage, but he is young yet and is prone to youthful zeal and impulsive decisions.

It is often thought that Makya will one day prove himself a contender to succeed Leonis as sheif of the Ra'shak clan, and like Leonis before him Makya has been taught the ways of the Patronus alongside those of the Mira.

So begins...

Makya's Story

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Character Portrait: Tapu Character Portrait: Lerot 'Discharge' Character Portrait: Makya Character Portrait: Jurai Darani
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Makya stared long and hard at Tapu until finally Tapu sighed.

"Alright. Keep up," he told the pair of them as he approached. Achak rose from where he was half sprawled across Jurai's torso and Tapu hoisted her up and slung her over one of his shoulders. The burly Mira was well capable of toting the extra weight as he turned and led the way with Makya taking up the rear this time.

The setting changes from Veshrac Jungle to Ra'shak Village

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Character Portrait: Tapu Character Portrait: Lerot 'Discharge' Character Portrait: Makya Character Portrait: Shamana Ryth Character Portrait: Jurai Darani
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The scene inside the Shamana's hut was, in a word, cluttered. It combined all the untidiness of a ten year old with the seemingly endless paraphernalia of a shaman. Totems and charms dangled from the ceilings and on the walls in their dozens, haphazardly arranged in patterns that may or may not have had special significance. A few plain and unremarkable cots were situated to one side of the room, complete with rough fur blankets. A few rugs of animal skin were laid out on the ground, and a number of skulls, bones and other such symbols were laid out both on surfaces and scattered sparsely on the floor like a particularly morbid playroom.

The girl had been laid onto one of the cots, and the Shamana stood over her (well, just about level with her unless he propped himself up a bit) administering care. A quickly mixed-together balm had been rubbed onto the small scratches where the thorns had pierced her skin, and a vile-tasting vibrant blue concoction coaxed down her throat. She lay fully unconscious, now, the visions long-since quelled though her sleep would remain fitful and plagued by vivid dreams.

"I've done all I can for her," Ryth said finally as he administered the last of the balm. The child-shamana stepped back from the cot and turned to face the blonde human, Lerot, "There was a lot of toxin in her blood. The antidote will help her survive it, but she might still die. It's in the spirits' hands now."

The setting changes from Ra'shak Village to Frozen River

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Makya crouched low along a scattering of snow covered rocks that lined the frozen riverbank. His claws found purchase against the rough stones, and his feline eyes watched Nemusko's approach with wariness. He was of the jungles of Hafirjan, and though he was physically as adept at handling the cold, he disliked the openness of this region. There were no trees for cover, nor any thick foliage to conceal his movements.

The open sky overhead left a tenseness to his shoulders, but he was a long ways from any trees or forests out here in this vast expanse of white. His grey and silver fur left him visually well concealed, and Le'thorian's blessing left him passing unnoticed by other means as well. Only the dull browns of his leather clothes would leave him standing out against the white backdrop should he rise from his place.

Beneath the embankment was the remnants of a campfire from the night prior, a washed out stretch of embankment that had provided some measure of shelter from the wind and cold during the night hours. Unlike back in Veshrac, Makya had found that the nights here were long and the daylight hours few. Furthermore, the sun did not seem to breach the horizon and even at the height of day the sky took on only the light glow of twilight, or early dawn. It would be weeks more yet before the sun managed to climb high enough into the sky to cast its warm glow across this frozen land.

As Nemusko's footsteps brought him close and closer to Makya's location, the young Mira warrior crouched lower. Back in Veshrac he had often made friends and companions of the humans from neighboring tribes, but he also knew well the danger that strangers posed. This man had the look of a tribesperson though, and he lacked the equipment that might have marked him out as one of the sky people whom the Mira were often at odds with. Still though, Makya remained cautious and undecided whether to reveal himself or to let the man continue on his way. Of course, it would see that Nemusko was traveling in the same direction as Makya, and out in the open plains it would be an impossible feet for the pair to not be visually aware of one another. Better to find out now the nature of this person.

Finally Makya stood from his hiding place, and Nemusko would be able to see the felinoid creature quite clearly even in the murky lighting. He had a longbow slung over one shoulder and a large hunting knife was sheathed at his side, but he didn't reached for either weapon.

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The tribesman came to a sudden stop at the sight of the figure and managed a step back rather than immediately reaching for the hunting knife behind him. His dark eyes narrowed at the sight of the cat-like creature that stood like a man. He raised his right arm in greeting, his thumb folded against his open palm but kept his other hand down by his side, visible but poised for movement.

"Greetings, cat" Nemusko's voice called out, harsh but obviously tired. His knees were bent but his back was straight and he felt surprised by the sudden appearance. Catfolk did not sit well with Nemusko. He was once a hunter but more important responsibilities demanded his unique skills and so he has not truly hunted in many years. Nemusko did not like being around so obvious of predators.

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Makya's eyes narrowed at Nemusko's greeting. "And hello to you, monkey," he retorted.

The man's usage of the word 'cat' was about as equally derogatory as comparing humans to their animalistic cousins. It was irritation that was reflected in Makya's eyes though, not aggression.

He picked up on Nemusko's tension though, and his own form remained poised to move if necessary. For the moment though, the pair seemed content to sizing one another up at a safe distance.

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Nemusko frowned but not because he was insulted by Makya's retort but because he did not fully understand it.

As far as the Linutoko were concerned, it was an honor to be compared to any animal given certain circumstances. The monkey was in fact often attributed to the wild and untamed Spirits of the Linutoko children but Nemusko did not take offense to the cat's remark. "Thank you," he replied instead. "I am Yis-" he stuttered and then continued, "Nemusko of the Linutoko, children of these plains. I seek no enemies, cat."

Their diction could lead many to assume the Linutoko were a formal people but outside of ceremony, they were direct and actively avoided vague answers and idle chatter.