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Camio Fanir

"If the wind blows past me and the flames are too far out of my reach... where do I truly belong?"

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a character in “The Tribes of Imos”, as played by Gladis

Groups

The protectors of the Element stones.

Description

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The Unwanted Child
The Outcast
Bringer of Ashes and Misfortune
Halfling


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Full Name:

Camio Fanir

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Tribe:
Air

Position in the Tribe:

Low (bordering on being an outcast)

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Negative Traits:
Rash- Camio is always quick to act, and sometimes a little too quick. Half the time, his thoughts are three steps behind his actions, and this has more than once gotten him into trouble.
Insecure- Because of his position in the tribe, Camio suffers from a certain insecurity. Although appearing confident most of the time, he often finds himself holding monologues where he questions his actions and in some cases- even existence. He is very self concussions, especially around the other members of the clan, and has never quite learned to accept himself as a worthy individual.
Internally Confused- Camio loves his family, and even his tribe. Despite the hardships he has suffered in his past, and still from time to time does... he cares about those around him. Yet he cannot shake the feeling that he doesn't belong with the air tribe, that his birth was a mistake, something that should not have been. Sometimes he finds himself wondering... if perhaps he would be better off simply leaving.
Clumsy- If Setsuna is slightly clumsy, Camio is a rightout clutz. Perhaps not so much physically, but socially he can be somewhat... questionable at times.
A tad Naive- Some characters simply can't help it.
Quite Impatient- Patience is definitely not his strong side.
Somewhat of a Glutton- If there is one thing Camio absolutely loves, it would have to be food. He can eat an almost endless amount of it, and still not gain weight. Anyone would like to have his physique, don't you agree?
Dramatic- Sometimes...just sometimes.

Positive Traits:
Kind- Despite most of the time avoiding interaction and keeping his distance from the other clan members, he has a kind heart. He always tries to do what he thinks is best, and would never dessert someone in desperate need of help.
Hardworking- When his impatience doesn't bring him anywhere and he actually realizes it, Camio is more than capable of working hard for achieving his goals. He doesn't easily give up once he has set his mind on something, and keeps going...almost no matter what.
Warm and Cheerful- Even when he is hurt or sad, you will rarely see him without a smile on his face. He has a surprisingly good mood despite his internal conflicts. Being somewhat laid back and relaxed in nature, he is one to deliberately make a clown out of himself in order to cheer other people up.
Somewhat of a Clown- As mentioned above. It makes him likable, what else is there to say?
Selfless- Camio often keeps up the appearance of being somewhat selfish, although this is far from the truth. Even if he tries to avoid it, refuses to admit it... at the end of the day he still acts selflessly.
Devoted- To his friends and family. He is not one to betray those he holds dear, and would exchange his pride any day for their protection.
Courageous- Or a moron, although in the light of this being a positive trait, I would describe him as brave.

Sexual Preference:
Probably Hetrosexual

Likes:
Fire || His Sister || Warmth || Smiles || The Sun || Exploring || Food || Taking Naps under the afternoon sun || Nature || Beautiful Scenery || Riches || Woman || Animals || Berries || Being Outdoors || Sparring || Climbing || Making Friends || Helping Out

Dislikes:
Making a fool of Himself || Cold Weather || Rain || Being Judged, even if he accepts it || Sad People || Mushrooms || His Hair Color || His Origin || Hatred || Arrogance || Being Hurt/Hurting Others || Being Underestimated

Fears:
His own Abilities || Being totally and utterly alone || His sister coming to harm

Personality Description:
Camio is hot headed and rash, often acting before thinking. He can act rather arrogant and selfish at times, seeming outright like a brat from time to time... but despite his efforts he is unable to hide the fact that he cares about people, that he is a kind soul who would be willing to help out anyone in need. Seldom does he put himself before others, and rarely will you see him without a smile brightening up his features. Even when he is humiliated or offended he tries to brush it off by keeping the smile on his lips. He doesn't like to show negative emotions towards other people, as he is afraid of being a bother. Only when he sees others treated with unjust he truly reacts, and can also literally become pissed off. Besides being laid back and easily cracking jokes, when he needs to become serious he will, and is also quite the force to be reckoned with. He is young, unexperienced and perhaps a little naive, but he is brave, in his own way. He puts friends (even if he currently has none) and family before all, and does what he believes is correct, no matter what.

Biographical History:
Camio came to the world as an unwanted child. He was conceived through forbidden love, his mother belonging to the air clan and his father being a member of the feared fire clan. His biological mother perished in shortly after giving birth, and as a result the unfortunate lovechild had no one. That was, until the healer having helped his mother bringing him to the world spoke up. Several suggestions of what to do with the newborn boy were made, but he would have none of it. No, kind as he was, the good old healer decided to take him in, raising him as his own.

Camio's adoptive parents were kind and loving, treating him no different from how any other parents would treat their child. Two years later, Setsuna, Camio's little sister was brought to the world. They lived together happily, ignoring the fact that some disliked the idea of them raising the son of an enemy. At first, everything was fine and well.

As time passed, however, it became more and more apparent that Camio did not belong the the people of the winds. Not only was he unfortunate enough to inherit his fathers appearance, but also his abilities. He had a hard time fitting in with the other children, especially as they tended to avoid him, if not outright bully him for what he was. His childhood was by no means an easy one, yet his family was what made it possible for him to bare. Even if he didn't belong with the rest of the tribe, he belonged to his family. At least it was what he constantly tried to to convince himself of in times of doubt and distress. His mother and father also made this clear, supporting him in any way they could.

All the harder for Camio it became when his mother fell ill, and his father six months later mysteriously vanished during a search for herbs in the forest. This was about four years ago, leaving Camio, Setsuna and the youngest child in the family, two years old Miu in the hands of their grandmather, who at the time was high priestess of the air clan. Today she is retired, Setsuna having taken over her position.

Camio spent a lot of his time these last four years away from the village, undergoing hard training in an attempt to master his abilities. It was also a way for him to escape the glares and rude remarks, to forget the fact that in truth... he had no place where he belonged. In the end, however.... he always finds himself returning to his family, no matter how hard it for him may be.

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Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Orange/Golden

Tattoos/Markings:

A deep scar running across his chest.

Weight:
65kg

Height:
176 cm

Brief Appearance Description:
Camio is of average height and weight for his age, not truly standing out in that matter. What does make him stand out, especially among his own people, is that he lacks the heritage white hair of the air clans folk, instead having a golden blonde color. It is short, reaching to slightly beneath his ears, and most often messy. His eyes are a matching gold/orange, and glow like burning fire when using his abilities. His complexion is fair, although he does tend to get a slight tan in the summers, and his body form is slender but toned. He has several smaller scars and bruises scattered across his body, although none of them are as notable as the deep scar leaping across his chest. Camio is most often seen wearing clothes he can easily move in, but is sturdy enough to remain intact in harsher conditions.

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Carrying:
Phoenix- His Sword
Dragon's Tooth- His Dagger
Pendant- A Pendant similiar to his sisters, although it holds a ruby in the middle, and the gold is crafted to look like feathers enclosing it.

Notable Skills/Abilities:
The Hunter
- Setting Traps
- Climbing
- Melting in with his Surroundings
- Using the Crossbow (although he could be better at it)

The Warrior
- Swordplay
- He is slowly getting the knack of creating fire spirals

The Survivor
- Improvising
- Building Shelters
- Finding Water
- Navigating by the sun and stars

The Fool

- Standing for comic relief
- The ability to see past logic and reason (which is both good and bad, depending on the situation and consequences)

Other:
Camio has secretly been practicing how to control his abilities and for being entirely on his own, has done surprisingly well. Nevertheless he is far from on par with those raised in the fire culture, and although he is powerful, his control of this power is lacking. Camio hopes to one day master his abilities, and is more than eager to learn. Simultaneously he is afraid of his abilities and what he is- which is part of what keeps him restrained.

So begins...

Camio Fanir's Story

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In the middle of the city, just by the tribe’s biggest house - the leader’s house, all the leaders live there while still ruling - sat Fi outside the vault. Or vault, it was a house where the tribe’s treasures were kept, things like gold, jewels, secret tunnels leading underground to the most secret things. The stones. Fi knew she guarded those stones but no one has ever told her why, they called them "The element stones" but there was only three of them. A blue, a brown and a deep red one.

Booring...

Fi looked up at the sky and yawned, it was nice weather today and here she was sitting all by herself with only a door and the scythe as company. She looked around at the people going around the square, looking at what the merchants had today, talking and having more fun than her. It was not like she was forbidden to talk with people while guarding. But she choose not to, she once nearly told a stranger about what she really was guarding. And since then she has only waved hi when people greeted her.

It was a peaceful day, some days where exhausting because people was bugging her about her job. Or just talking about how she should do more with her life than run around all day. Some days were a total chaos because someone had seen other tribes close by. When that happened she or someone else had to be inside that dark basement with the stones. She hated those days.

While she was playing around with the dust on the ground, making it fly around in circles one of the other guards came and smiled faintly. "Your shift is over, it's my time now."
Fi flew up from the chair, "Finally! Have fun." She smiled while grabbing her scythe and ran away as fast as she could.

Finally outside the village she exhaled, Free. She stretched her stiff body that was starting to hurt a little from sitting down for such a long time. No more chairs for today. She looked around at the forest surrounding her home smiling to herself, it was pretty. She ran a little further away from the village and then started climbing the highest tree she could see. It was a bit difficult because her body was still not that awake and she moved slowly. But she reached the top - or the highest place she could sit down at without breaking the branch, she looked out at the forest. The wind was swirling around her and tried to make her fall by pulling on her clothes. She looked down at the main road you traveled on to get to the village, Oh a person, oh... That's too bad, no white hair.

She closed her eyes and focused on dissolving herself, when she was completely gone or invisible she flew down from the branch and traveled along the road. When there was some space from her and the stranger she reappered with the scythe in hand smiling. "Well hello there stranger, may I ask why you are traveling on our land?"

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Camio was laying sprawled out in the grass beneath the shades of the large tree, his eyes shut and his chest heaving and falling in a steady pace. A gentle summer breeze blew across the plains, causing the grass to dance in the wind and the young man's hair to become even messier than it already was. It had just been a light disturbance, but apparently enough to stir the youth from his peaceful slumber.

His eyes fluttered open and a yawn escaped his lips as he sat up, tiredly glancing around to get a grasp of the situation in his newly awakened state. After rubbing the sleep out of his and yawning, Camio let his golden orbs wander to the ebony ball of fur resting beside him. The slightest of smiles flitted across his lips and as he carefully poked his pet, chuckling softly. "Wakie-wakie, Sebby~" he mused before pausing as a strange noise sounded through the air, disrupting the peaceful silence. After a moment of consideration, the blonde moron realize the noise had been coming from himself. Camio was hungry- and his stomach made a point of it by letting out a growl. Perhaps it wasn't too strange that he was hungry, considering it had been quite a while since he ate last. Luckily, Camio has prepared for a situation such as this, and packed enough province to last at least two days.

His lips parted in a a hungry grin as he opened his old leather bag.

"Huh?"

Camio's good mood was short lived, however, as he soon noticed his bag was empty. Totally empty. His brows furrowed and his lips curled into a frown as he turned the bag upside down and shook it. Nothing came out. He shook it more violently, yet the outcome was no different.

"It's... empty..." he stated the obvious, momentarily shocked. Then shock turned into irritation, and he turned to his trusted friend- Sebastian. "You didn't happen to see where our food went, did you?" he sniffed, knowing it was stupid to ask ones pet such questions. Then again, Camio couldn't help but feel that Sebastian was more than just a cat, and even if that was not the case... it was obvious to the blonde youth that the cat was very intelligent. "Damn it, I'm starving!" he complained, standing up as he glanced around in hopes to spot a possible food thief he could put the blame on.

Another growl sounded from his stomach, causing a slight blush to spread across his cheeks. Then another realization hit him, causing his state of irritation stir even further. Hanging his head, Camio sighed dramatically.

"You know what's the worst part of this, Sebby? It's that we've most likely been outsmarted by an animal..."

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Oh Camio, sweet sweet Camio. This is the true me, I'm human just like you, I'm a man... boy, something, just like you. Oh oh! Don't get shy, I like you you see. Most of all, you're so cute. Cutest thing ever. I just want to eat you. Or hug you, I can hug you? This is the happiest day of my life! Sweet Camio, I will never let you go, never ever...

"Wakie-wakie, Sebby~"

Ever...? Something was poking him and Ren slowly opened his eyes while growling disgruntled, Only a dream... Why, that's no fun. He stretched out his body and yawned while Camio started to shook the bag.

What are you doing? Lost something? Ah, if it's that red thingy you had inside I ate it. But it didn't taste that good, but it looked so good! Hey, why was there no food inside your bag? Are you going to let me starve? He looked sulky at Camio but couldn't help to laugh inside while he shook the bag even more. That's not helping.

"It's... empty..."

Ren meowed indignantly and buffed his head against Camios leg Yeah I know, give me food I'm hungry.

"You didn't happen to see where our food went, did you?"

Gone? The food is gone? There was food?! Ren crawled inside the bag to look, why he don't know. He had already seen Camio shake it more than once. Of course there wasn’t going to magically appear food from nowhere just because Ren looked. But the bag looked so intriguing he couldn't help himself. He could smell the food, but like Camio said it was empty and surprisingly comfy. He laid down again, sticking his head out and yawned.

"Damn it, I'm starving!"

Yeah me too, but hey let's sleep again! Maybe I can have that dream again, that would be nice. Ooor, you could sleep and I can watch you! Maybe poke you, hey I know... You sleep and I can turn human and hug you while you are asleep and before you wake I turn back into a cat! It's brilliant! Sleepy, sleeeepy, sleeeeeepy... Ren stared at Camio, trying to hypnotize him into getting sleepy again. It didn't seem to work, but Camio did blush and it was as cute as ever, Ren meowed happily. Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute!

"You know what's the worst part of this, Sebby? It's that we've most likely been outsmarted by an animal..."

Ren slightly looked around, Animal? he scratched at Camios pants, not with that much claw so it would destroy the pants but a little so it could show his dissatisfaction. I could gotten eaten! You need to be more carful, protect me! And the food, protect the food. He put his head down at the ground looking disappointed. I'm so hungry, maybe I should try to catch a mouse. Yuck, no no. Never. Hey Camio, if I was human I could help you but yeah... Sorry.

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Camio arched an eyebrow as he watched his cat crawl into the empty bag, as if to check if it was truly empty himself. Instead of crawling back out when he was done, however, Sebastian poked his head out and made himself comfortable. "You devious little kitten you," Camio scoffed, frowning slightly as Sebastian rested his head on the ground and gazed at him disappointedly, almost accusingly. "What?" he asked, a hint of impatience laced with his voice. Being hungry made him grumpy. "It's not like I was the one who stole the food! Don't look at me like tha-" he cut himself off mid sentence, his eyes narrowing as he realized something.

"Wait a minute... it was you who ate it, wasn't it?" Camio shook his head, sighing as he picked up the bag with the cat still in it, and carefully hung it over his shoulder. "Always up to no good, aren't you, Sebby? Oh well, we better head home..." he glanced out over the steps, feeling a gentle breeze caress his skin and ruffle his as he shut his eyes for a brief moment. He didn't want to go home. Even just the thought caused a slight knot to form in his stomach. Even if he loved his family, and knew he had no choice but to return... he hated the glances people were giving him, hated the indifference and coldness he was treated with. Most just avoided him best they could, but even so... it hurt.

He tightened his grip of his bag and took a deep breath before walking over to his horse, Serenity, who up until then had been grazing peace fulling a slight distance away. After patting and speaking a few kind words to her, Camio untied her from the tree he had fastened her too before settling for his nap, and then swung himself into the saddle, making sure to do so carefully, as not to make Sebastian getting flung out from the bag in the process. Once properly seated, he cast a glance back at the cat, smiling slightly.

"You okay, buddy?" he asked in a soft voice.

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"You devious little kitten you."

Ren laughed a little on the inside, Yeah, if you only knew.

"What? It's not like I was the one who stole the food! Don't look at me like tha- Wait a minute... it was you who ate it, wasn't it?"

Hey, do not blame me! ... I only ate that disgusting red thingy! It might as well be you who ate the food and puts the blame on me, and the other animals just to hide that fact! Ren growled getting irritated by the thought. If I were human I so would tell you off. Blaming everyone else like this... Hey, you know what you deserve punishment for that! I assume that honor, I can probably think of something fun. Or I most certainly can think of something fun.

Suddenly the ground disappeared under him as he slid down into the bottom of the bag, flustered looking up threw the opening he started meowing as he tried to climb up again. Hey, what the are you doing? Put me down! I can't see! I hate it when you carry me around in the bag! Noo stop this! Scratching the sides, still desperately trying to get out he began to growl even more. Put me down this instant!

"Always up to no good, aren't you, Sebby? Oh well, we better head home..."

Ren flinched, Oh no... Oh no! Put me down! I'm not going up on that horse! He dug his claws into the leather trying his hardest to get to the top. Just when his nose reached the surface and the slightest little hope he had grew the bag moved and he fell back down again. He knew what this meant, Camio was climbing up on that stupid horse he felt it. This movement always gave him chills and struck him with terror, so he laid down like a puny little ball at the bottom. Oh no... Oh no... Oh no. He cowered his fury face with the paws trying to go to his happy place, which was a far away from the leather bag and his stupid cat form. Somewhere with Camio however, but as a human, as equals.

"You okay, buddy?"

No I'm not stupid! Let me down! I walk on my own! Everything is better than this! Ren hissed again feeling the movement of the horse making him nauseous.