Mea'lan

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Reno

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Full Name:

Reno Hazre Sarker

Race:

Mea'lan

Gender:

Male

Played by:

Cranfin

firstimpressions:

At first what may be noticed is the cool aura of detachment and boredom that he carries most of the time, and what most people would notice second wouldn’t be his tattoos and piercings but the cold, analytical penetration of his eyes; even if they are under half closed lids.

Birthday:

October 29th

Age:

Sexuality:

Straight

Quick Traits:

• Easily bored
• Straight forward
• Calm
• Critical
• Lazy

Playby:

Sebastian Beer

Racial Features:

Metallurgist

Advanced Skills:

Advanced Ionic Magic

Personality:

Growing up Reno never really felt the need to put effort into anything, because everything just came easily to him. Memorizing information, coming up with solutions to problems, and channelling his power was all easy as breathing to him. There wasn’t anything out of his grasp as he grew up learning how to be a metalworker. Due to this he has a bored indifference that surrounds him most of the time. Few things hold the ability to capture his attention, and with his aura of nonchalance it is rare for people to make attempts to break into his bubble. It suites him quite well to not be approached, because he isn’t particularly social and much prefers a solitary existence where he can nap in peace.

When it comes to interacting Reno can come off as fairly polite as long as he doesn’t have to open his mouth too much, or if no one asks his opinion of anything. He is highly critical and though he can keep his opinions to himself (most of the time), if asked he will answer brutally without a speck of sugar. This sense of honesty can be a true blessing to those with thick enough skin to take the harsh reality of things, but to weak hearted individuals the brutality of his words can be extremely upsetting.

His eyes are sharp and even if he appears in a state of complete boredom that shows no signs of interest in the world he is paying attention. With the intelligence he often hides with his sense of apathy he can make brutally critical assessments out of the blue making people regret trying to get an offhanded opinion from his lips. However, if he does notice something good he won’t hesitate to inform someone of it even if they don’t ask. When he compliments someone it is never sarcastic or honey coated, but the purest of truths and so can hold much more power than a normal person’s compliments. Due to his critical opinions and honesty obtaining praise from him would be something to be proud of.

These people have to seek him out though, as he prefers introversion and the walls of his natural personality as well as a sense of superiority make it hard for people to enter into his social circle. Being naturally intelligent and gifted he finds himself above many people superior to himself in age or rank and it makes him come off just as disrespectful to almost anyone. At the times he does try to be more civil he often retains that air of indifference that can often vex people to no end, his emotions never rising to break the sense of boredom lingering in the back of his tone.

Reno’s feelings of pomposity does come with reason though. The combination of extreme mental focus, naturally strong electric currents in his body, and a true love for metal work allows him to dominates most opposition in his chosen work. Even if he does often put it off to sleep, or procrastinates for long periods of time when he is actually working the boredom leaves his body completely and his eyes sparkle with focus. With fingers jumping with the blue light of his power he twists and turns metal into shapes that he desires and wills in a way that tends to banish all previous thoughts someone might have for him being worthless.

Crafting is one of the only times he smiles, and for a long time it was the only things that brought a true happiness to him. However, when he took an apprentice the boy brought out other characteristics in him that had never been awakened before. Like laughter and a true honest smile when he took to teasing the boy and watched the aggravation on the little monkey’s face. Despite all the complaints he made, Chime became the first person Reno actually cared for and quickly the only one that caused the stillness of his face to contort into a variety of different looks.

When he becomes angered, something that really came after taking Chime under his wing, he is a cool sort of anger that lashes out fiercely. Wild emotions are released in unexpected ways that come off as well thought out and sadistically targeted at causing the greatest levels of damage. Whether it be punishment to the mind, or the body what Reno thinks up isn’t really things that could be considered normal. He doesn’t have sympathy though, unless an issue is truly trouble, in which case he will put everything into finding a solution, but show no sign of it. If anything he is the type of person to act harsher in someone’s time of need to disguise the idea that he could help them as well as masking the act of helping in itself to avoid praise or recognition.

Though he had received a lot of attention and recognition for his skills in his past Reno never wanted it. Preferring solitary life the man instinctively runs from any admiration towards himself, though he will accept direct praise to his work as long as the person does not take too much time to turn it onto him. Not good at expressing feelings, or in talking about deep issues, he works overtime to hide them, or find roundabout ways of informing people of things. Including taking a cruel nature to aid someone in fixing their problems, or dragging them away as if it’s for himself when he leaves everything behind for them.

Even when he puts such efforts into hiding it, Reno is very caring to those he becomes attached to. A sense of loyalty runs strong in him and once he picks up someone to be close to him, they will be so for life and he will never make an intentional move to drive them away, even if some might view his airs of cruelty to do so. In fact by putting his observation skills to use Reno will remember things the person wants or needs and find subtle opportunity to supply those things without drawing attention to the compassion he might feel.

On the outside Reno is completely unapproachable giving off that air of disdain and wrath mingled with the layers of uncaring, but deep down, under all the indifference his heart is truly soft. No one is allowed to see the gentle nature buried inside him, not even those few he expresses it to.

Appearance:

Two and a half inches under six feet Reno is fairly suited to the considered purity of his Mea’lan blood, but lack of horns. The tint to his skin is slight as well, but it does give him a slightly hypothermic look despite his lips and fingernails retaining their colour as they should. As if to compensate for this loss to the thickness of his blood he has taken an affectionate turn towards his tattoos and piercings. The number varies somewhat as he pierces new holes, or allows some to heal over, but he maintains a fair amount of metal on his face. Furthermore, the black designs, metallic ink, flow over his face and body leaving space only over his right arm and left forearm. The left forearm escapes design to be covered in the flowing script of lore in an old language. By his clan’s tradition his right arm only has a tattoo of identification that represents him as well as possible. His personal mark is in full colour, though somewhat abstracted in comparison to the natural hues, a hawk feather appearing as if caught by the wind on the inside of his forearm and the creature’s eye gazing out from his palm.

With the appearance of a metalworker, though naturally slim, Reno is wired with the muscle of a blacksmith. There is nothing to frown at when studying his body if the eyes aren’t impaired to the truth. His appearance isn’t even something that came from naturally working with a hammer, but was the result of the training he had put on himself. Through his exertion and sweat the lethargic man has built up a tough body to be the shell of the electrical forces coursing inside it.

Messy black hair offsets the pale blue grey of Reno’s eyes as much as the black tattoos around them, and the calculating power to them can be somewhat chilling. He has no ability to hide the way he looks at people, not only studying them, but seeming to penetrate through to explore their minds. With no real ability to really explore a person’s mind, he is simply and honestly studying them in the most natural ways and mostly done for clients, enemies, or those close to him. Having a studious gaze, even though it makes some feel uncomfortable, he can judge fairly accurately what people will want or need.

His clothes change slowly as he moves locations, or his moods change and he finds an available change. There is no real complexity to his clothing, but Reno does have a number of articles to wear that he has gathered from wherever he has been. The result of his work is not his clothing, but on occasion the somewhat cheap articles do go together to make a perfect outfit. As a metal worker the true beauty of his appearance is in the hidden metal he wears. His clothing is stitched and laced with metal, added by his own hand, in ways that it isn’t even naturally evident to sight or touch. In addition with bands and coils he hides blades and rods under the cloth. The only evident weapons he carries is a light hammer and a dagger in his belt. Other than that all the normal metal that a person wears including buckles, bangles, and a number of original accessories act as potential weapons in his hands.

History:

There was a never a challenge to the young Sarkir boy, and never anything that moved him from his boredom in his early years. He would wander among the caravan, watching his people work and, though he was interested at first with their craftsmanship, it all became dull and repetitive. Often he could be found, sitting nearby or hiding under a wagon so he might listen in on the older children’s’ lessons. Regularly he was caught at his eavesdropping for he wasn’t much for keeping quite even before he had much speech in him. He spent his first six years of life in this way; waiting for his formal training to begin. In his caravan they wished to give children youth and only basic instruction, but to him this nicety was a curse.

At the age of six, as was the custom in his group he was taken from his parents carriage to one of a young man who would instruct him until he gained his advanced rank. This man would be his mentor, but he was still in his young twenties and not one of those who weighted heavily on his duties to his apprentice. The man, Barak Avindr, managed to teach Reno a confidence in his letters before he grew tired of the attitude the child possessed even then. With the ability to read and write the little Mea’lan had all he needed to learn. He gathered books, he sat in on other’s lessons, he asked questions, and he was allowed his ways of learning for he learned well. It drove a spite into his preoccupied mentor though, and as Reno grew he learned that the teacher wished for him to fail in a sick twisted way. The boy couldn’t fail though, he sponged up the information he was given, he trained his body and his mind as he learned the theory of the practices of his people.

After two years, when the boy was eight winters old, on a stormy night, he was brought forward to be tested on his practical knowledge and examined for traces of power that would allow him to continue on to the practical learning of his apprenticeship. He of course had already taken to playing with some of the simpler toys, and managed to pass easily. After that night it was if something had been unleashed inside him, they had given him permission to truly start learning what he was capable of. To be able to pursue his study with true zeal and harbour up his craft. For the first time in his life his boredom seemed almost to lift away at the prospect of what he might learn.

It was declared at as amazing at how quickly he learned when he was allowed to work. He exhausted all the toys in quick succession, and moved onto playing with bits of raw metal to create new toys of his own. Reno soon took to challenging his peers to games to try and entertain himself, but it only pushed him further from them for he was easily exasperated when they could not do things quickly enough. With raw desire for something that could fill his emptiness he plunged back into the world of learning. He studied culture, lore, philosophy, literature, application and anything else the books would other him. He poured every fibre of himself into learning of business, of counting and accounting and reading people. For hours he would sit watching the Mea’lan or their customers, learning the trade of selling. Whenever he could he would learn, the only passion he had, using the static currents on metal. What little time Reno had left he spent napping, or hiding under the wagons where he could not be found and expected to actually work.

Ten years passed him by seeing him from an apprentice to one of advanced rank in his caravan and allowing his teacher to take a new student on properly. With the help of his people he become one of the youngest among them to be considered a master of his craft. For in those ten years he had turned to bending and shaping metal, spending days on one small ring until it turned into something uncommonly intricate and beautiful. In part it was his talent that made him disliked, but more than that it was his attitude as if nothing could phase him and that he was so superior to everyone else. When people tried approaching him he would lash out cruelly with his tongue, and his reputation with the women among them hadn’t been a good one once he started using and discarding them with not even a honey soft word or two. When the tattoo of his identity had been put on his hand and arm, a tradition among them, he had already lost all interest in those around him and what they could create.

To Reno life had been easy, there was no challenge and there was only the softness of life. He spent his days working, or napping, and slowly even his craft was becoming dull and repetitive to him, even if it was beauty to others. In his slow lulling life he had never had reason to tap into potential emotions within him, but one small boy changed everything in him.

Having been given two years to study on his own before he was given an apprentice to help teach so that the cycle could continue was something he expected for he knew none who would want their child in his care. However, as an adult craftsman, he was given a small child, pushed on him one day while he tried to nap. The boy was slightly young, given over to Reno because his mother had died in childbirth and the father who had raised him had gotten into a fight with an Osai that hadn’t left him breathing. The hyperactive child seemed to mourn no loss of his parents, but it was clear neither of them wanted each other, or anyone else for that matter. In an inability to argue with the caravan Reno declared the boy a monkey, crafted him a thin rounded metal collar without a clasp and etched the name “Valin” into a smoothed off plate.

The boys real name was Chime, but no one bothered much to argue with Reno when he turned his steely analytical gaze upon them and dared them to protest with him so he might lash out with his new feelings of displeasure. With his independent taste in learning many made a horrible teacher, tossing books at the boy and lecturing him for straight hours on end only to turn and abandon him completely for equal measures of time. When the child got distracted, confused, upset, or fell asleep Reno would punish him with physical training or meditation. With the frequency of those things happening the only thing the boy improvised in for just over two years was those things he was punished with.

The test came with laughter as the small boy failed both the tests of knowledge and failed to display any signs of having power over electric currents. In front of everyone who had gathered to see the results his student could offer Reno blew up in rage for the first time in his life. Chime knew his anger well enough, but to the rest the searing hatred that seemed to wash out of him in waves was an unfamiliar sight. As quickly as it came the heat vanished to be replaced with bitter coldness, lashing like a whip off his tongue as he used his words to strike out at all those who dared laugh at his student. For an entire year the Mea’lan left his own craft aside and tirelessly worked to teach the child, fighting his own impatience to instruct him, but his emotions only ran even more wild with his determination to see the boy succeed. This apprentice of his was his first challenge, but even after a year of giving everything he had he could not make the boy learn what needed to be taught.

With the boy gaining his ninth year Reno packed up everything he owned, took the boy forcefully, and left the caravan behind claiming he himself wished for a drastic change in scenery. Almost three years of wandering and instructing produced no obvious results in his power and in desperation the young man took him to the New Ethus settlement to speak with the Mea’lan camped there outside the walls. Plastering on a perfectly fake smile he would wear a mask of indifference to the people and call Chime a worthless monkey rather than admit he had an apprentice with no power. In this way he inquired into those who did not gain power, or could not be taught. He asked them if they knew of Mea’lan who could not bend glass nor metal.

Three months passed, and though Chime had succeeded in learning the theory behind metalwork, the philosophy behind controlling magnetic energies and electricity, and the lore of the Mea’lan he had no signs of power. No matter how Reno pushed him, how much he forced his will against him the child had no ability. He picked up the boy and took him to a small village, away from the distractions of people and other Mea’lan and to the work of a simple forge. In this he used the precedence of wishing to settle down somewhere quite for some time, but truly he had merely given up hope for the boy and wished to teach him what could be taught about the metal craft.

They spent little living in the village, only buying the forge and what they needed to get by and Reno put away his creations and his craft. He knew, how to use the tools of the blacksmith as it was his trade, and he quickly learned how to use the heat so that he could instruct the boy. Finally all the practical knowledge that had been hammered into him and his instruction with the tools took shape and Chime learned quickly how to craft. Within months he could fix and make simple blades, or craft new shoes for horses, and for the first time Reno developed a faint bloom of pride for his young pupil. Using fire instead of the power within him with skilled hands Reno demonstrated for the boy what it meant to control metal and craft small detailed beauty as well as solid weapons and useful things. For a time he almost felt content, but after fourteen months his charge reached puberty and still did not come into his own.

He had given more than seven years to the boy and he had only succeeded in making the child hate him. However, he knew in his heart the boy had power. He had a deep power, Reno was sure of it, but he could not draw it out. Once more he packed up everything, taking the child with him to the only teachers he knew in the world who might know how to help. To a place he had never been, and knew no one, but had heard of as a place to learn what even he had not when some might consider him a master. Reno would take Chime to the only place that might have answers. To Aganthis.

Mother Name/Race:

Paniz Pereira / Mea’lan

Father Name/Race:

Daire Sarkir / Mea’lan

Children:

Un-biologically / Chime / Thirteen

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