Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 20:13:28 GMT -6
Müjen, the müte.  26 Male Homosexual The MüTE Aquavia Courier I KNOW THE PIECES FIT APPEARANCE The Müte stands at a whopping 5'7" tall and weighs in at an impressive one hundred and forty pounds; soaking wet. While he may appear as though the wind could carry him aloft at any moment, his body is sculpted and his muscles toned to the point of slight discomfort. If there's one muscle group he favors over all, one look at his ripped abdomen provides an obvious answer. There may not be enough bleach left in the world for The Mute to obtain his desired hair color, but he sure tries. His eyes are a bluish-green and develop a slightly darker hue where the iris meets the sclera, when he cries. His usual digs consist of the type of stinking, soiled, ratty garments you would find on a homeless vagrant. This is of course except for the bright orange, moderately-frayed scarf he wears around his neck, which he treasures deeply. Aside from the beacons of identification that are his messy, bleached hair and bright scarf, he wears a pair of old blue shoes, which surprisingly still have soles intact, despite all the walking he does. Being a Trader by profession, perhaps the biggest giveaway that you've spotted The Müte in your travels, is the enormous pack, various satchels and countless trinkets that are strapped to and hang from his torso. The only piercing he has is a gauged conch on his left ear, which he wears a solid-red plug in. As far as scars go, he's got a fair share covering his body, but the most significant and ugly of them, is the one that spans nearly ear to ear across his throat. This could be the reason for his fondness of the orange scarf and perhaps the reason he cannot speak, as well. Battle wounds or not, he is rarely if ever inclined to remove enough of his clothing in order for them to become visible. Only under very special circumstances in the company of only the kindest male caller, might they be seen up close. CUZ I WATCHED THEM PERSONALITY The Müte's younger brother died tragically, leaving him hollowed. Some say that the Trader isn't really a mute at all, but that he simply stopped talking on the day his brother died and never spoke again. Whether this is true or not, no one knows for sure. What is for certain, is that a great bitterness exists in Müjen and he comes across as cold and unresponsive to new acquaintances and familiar faces alike. He has traveled the road for so long without words, with so many miles on the soles of his worn shoes and only the thoughts in his head, that he has perhaps forgotten how to speak and definitely how to socialize. You might think him a severe introvert, while in reality he may just be extremely thoughtful. The truth is, he's only calculated and diligent when he's not high off his ass. Müjen enjoys the sunrise immensely, the sunset a great deal and the delicious smell of rain. But even more than he likes those things, he LOVES huffing shit. Whether it be an ancient barrel of petrol, a long lost vat of industrial sealant, a jug of paint, or even his own feces; a great high is only a deep breath away... Prolonged exposure to the road, his own mind and all the aforementioned inhalants, could definitely be linked to or the direct cause of Müjen's short, short temper and unending irritability. Not to mention his occasional, sickly-cough, permanently dilated pupils and disgusting excuse for motor skills. What was once a fine young man with a bright future and great potential, has clearly wasted away to a junked out wanderer with a killer six pack and bad teeth. While he can be called reserved, or even completely shut-off, Müjen's efforts as a traveling merchant do not go in vain. If there is any prospect of a trade in the air, he will sniff it out... despite his deviated septum and fried nasal glands. On the flip side, his days of helping people are over and if there's no business to be had, he's not interested. Oh, unless you've got a vial of premium rocket fuel you're willing to split, then he'll be your best friend! Abilities Müjen has no god-given abilities whatsoever. • Necromancy [Novice] Upon his sibling's death, Müjen sought out a remedy. Oddly enough, he happened upon a weathered book which spoke of Necromancers and the evocation of the dead. Taking a deep and admittedly delusional infatuation with the book and its practices, he was eventually able to put his new found knowledge to the test and was adept enough to successfully raise a mouse from the dead. The results however, were rather grotesque and hostile due to his inexperience and the rodent was reclaimed by the reaper's hand after only a few minutes. Since then, Müjen has yet to try to repeat the process, due to his own lack of confidence in his abilities. His ultimate dream is that perhaps someday, he would be able to bring his brother back to life... FALL AWAY HISTORY Born of Hyrst, in one of the deepest valleys beyond the reaches of Aster and raised to worship the divine goddess Brynne; Müjen found great comfort in his divinities' warm embrace. Words would flow from his lips like a love song, directed only to her. He would often spend hours simply strolling the plains and staring at the sky, wondering if she was up there, looking down upon him and guiding him. He and his younger brother had fallen in love with the tales they had heard and had even ventured to the stones themselves for proof of Brynne's protection against the Amon Arakh. The siblings had seen the glow of the glyphs, but Müjen was not yet convinced and continued to wonder. His curiosity was met with a profound answer one day, when his younger brother was claimed by death's cold clutches. On that very day, Müjen disowned Brynne and cursed her name forever. He left Hyrst, heading South, feeling betrayed, confused, angered and lost. His aimless, discombobulated wandering eventually led him to Aquavia, where he learned of the divine god Dym. It had not been through sermon, nor gospel in s house of prayer, but from the mouth of an aged fisherman on the beach, who pointed to a whale and claimed that it was Dym. With no other place to turn and no energy left to turn there, Müjen made Baem his new home and accepted Dym as his new savior. Over the next year, he secured a small room in a native family's home and earned his keep as a delivery boy on bicycle. Working all morning and getting off early, Müjen spent the remainder of his days on the beach, enjoying a new past time he had never experienced in Hyrst; fishing. Life was simple and relaxing and almost every evening, he would stare into the sunset, wishing his brother were sitting there beside him. Content with the mundane, everyday routine and making an honest living; Müjen did his best to ignore the incredible stories of Shinsoo. He had never even seen it, let alone contemplated traveling there. The beach and waves were his friends, but he wasn't sure how he would fair so deep beneath the surface. Admittedly, he was curious as always and he had recently heard of a lowly security guard opening within the G.o.A. Perhaps tomorrow, he would look into it? NO FAULT, NONE TO BLAME OOC |
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