Darataka Shimoshikon

Darataka wrote:

Name: Darataka Shimoshikon
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: October 11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Special Characteristics: A small scar on the right side of his chin about an inch long. Three long slashing scars in a claw fashion across the left side of his chest, right over where the heart would be. Another long mark of wounding across the back of his right calve.

Personality: What happens when a boy is left to stare at the inside walls of a hide tent every night for twenty years? The only sound at night is the howling winds that echo a type of chorus that few can understand, let alone appreciate. The mountains far north isn't just where he is from, it is just as much who he is.
Darataka learned a life style of the cold mountain world, where the things you needed to survive depending just as much on you, as you are on it to continue the circle of life. Whether it was playing chase with the artic fox  in wild figure eights through the woods, or trying to find where the snowy owl hid his own woolen hat all of these games built his cunning. The snow prince was born about the wilds of winter and although to some this would seem a seldom and docile life, it was the natures which shaped him into such a creature of courage and ambition.
Few can survive the winters of the far north, and far fewer can leave them once they are understood. Darataka is a young man who understands that he is not a socialite int he world, but nor does he lack a place. Just as much as the bears need winter to hibernate, do the people need a stoic to remind them the value of silence. He isn't one to speak first, but nor is he to go unspoken when words would have value.
And in that is one of his main failures. The world has become a community, a populace of etiquette and formalities that he doesn't understand or even respect. Clothes are meant to be functional, not fashionable. Words are meant to be communication, not games or tangled webs of meaning.
The boy doesn't like or respect what the world has become outside of basic survivalist nature he has known....
But perhaps that only adds value to how this new guild can open his eyes to the beauty of life?

Likes:
+Food. Trying new things and strange delights no matter what the flavor. He was so secluded in his early life to the same cuisine over so many years that the concept of a big new world.
+ He writes in his journal at the end of every night. Its a record to remind him of where he is, why he is here, and how far he has come. At times in a social situation he will sneak away to jot down notes or doodles about what social situation he is in.
+ There is nothing more beautiful to Darataka than a new exploration. The top of a mountain and the dry wind that it breathes, the taste of emptiness when in the center of a desert, or even the sweet calming itch of overgrown grass in a valley. Anything other than snow is new to him, and every scene is a new experience which he wants to fully savor.
+Potatoes....don't ask.
+ Snow. It reminds him of home. Also Ice. Anything cold really.
+ He is very fascinated with gambling, alcohol and the other vices. Something as foreign as throwing away money for the chance of getting more of it? What isn't addicting about that to a boy from the mountains?

Dislikes:
+ Rough surfaces. The opposite of ice or glass makes him feel...well...rough.
+ Bitter tastes. He loves all food except for things that taste like they don't want to be eaten.
+Overly Loud instances. People who talk for the sake of talking, are obnoxious , or leave candles on when there doesn't need to be light. Whats the point in making your presence known if nobody enjoys it?

Motivations:
+ Find what guild his father and brother ran off to, and get answers on why they left the small mountain village.
+ Eat a local cuisine of every village in the world.
+ Bring peace and safety to the outer villages that are forgotten. Everyone needs safety in the word, not just those in the major cities.

Fears:
+ Being stuck in small warm places without nearby water. The idea of being imprisoned is terrifying to a boy from a small mountain village.
+ Spiders. Nature designed cold for a reason, and those eight legged freaks do not fall in the domain of belonging. Burn or freeze them all to death.
+ Flirting.


General Appearance

Darataka:

Height: 5'10
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Snow white
Eyes: Emerald Hazel
Skin Tone: Olive
Appearance: Check Image

Guild: Rune Knights
Tattoo: Inside of the right bicep

Darataka wrote:

Name: Darataka Shimoshikon
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: October 11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Special Characteristics: A small scar on the right side of his chin about an inch long. Three long slashing scars in a claw fashion across the left side of his chest, right over where the heart would be. Another long mark of wounding across the back of his right calve.

Personality: What happens when a boy is left to stare at the inside walls of a hide tent every night for twenty years? The only sound at night is the howling winds that echo a type of chorus that few can understand, let alone appreciate. The mountains far north isn't just where he is from, it is just as much who he is.
Darataka learned a life style of the cold mountain world, where the things you needed to survive depending just as much on you, as you are on it to continue the circle of life. Whether it was playing chase with the artic fox  in wild figure eights through the woods, or trying to find where the snowy owl hid his own woolen hat all of these games built his cunning. The snow prince was born about the wilds of winter and although to some this would seem a seldom and docile life, it was the natures which shaped him into such a creature of courage and ambition.
Few can survive the winters of the far north, and far fewer can leave them once they are understood. Darataka is a young man who understands that he is not a socialite int he world, but nor does he lack a place. Just as much as the bears need winter to hibernate, do the people need a stoic to remind them the value of silence. He isn't one to speak first, but nor is he to go unspoken when words would have value.
And in that is one of his main failures. The world has become a community, a populace of etiquette and formalities that he doesn't understand or even respect. Clothes are meant to be functional, not fashionable. Words are meant to be communication, not games or tangled webs of meaning.
The boy doesn't like or respect what the world has become outside of basic survivalist nature he has known....
But perhaps that only adds value to how this new guild can open his eyes to the beauty of life?

Likes:
+Food. Trying new things and strange delights no matter what the flavor. He was so secluded in his early life to the same cuisine over so many years that the concept of a big new world.
+ He writes in his journal at the end of every night. Its a record to remind him of where he is, why he is here, and how far he has come. At times in a social situation he will sneak away to jot down notes or doodles about what social situation he is in.
+ There is nothing more beautiful to Darataka than a new exploration. The top of a mountain and the dry wind that it breathes, the taste of emptiness when in the center of a desert, or even the sweet calming itch of overgrown grass in a valley. Anything other than snow is new to him, and every scene is a new experience which he wants to fully savor.
+Potatoes....don't ask.
+ Snow. It reminds him of home. Also Ice. Anything cold really.
+ He is very fascinated with gambling, alcohol and the other vices. Something as foreign as throwing away money for the chance of getting more of it? What isn't addicting about that to a boy from the mountains?

Dislikes:
+ Rough surfaces. The opposite of ice or glass makes him feel...well...rough.
+ Bitter tastes. He loves all food except for things that taste like they don't want to be eaten.
+Overly Loud instances. People who talk for the sake of talking, are obnoxious , or leave candles on when there doesn't need to be light. Whats the point in making your presence known if nobody enjoys it?

Motivations:
+ Find what guild his father and brother ran off to, and get answers on why they left the small mountain village.
+ Eat a local cuisine of every village in the world.
+ Bring peace and safety to the outer villages that are forgotten. Everyone needs safety in the word, not just those in the major cities.

Fears:
+ Being stuck in small warm places without nearby water. The idea of being imprisoned is terrifying to a boy from a small mountain village.
+ Spiders. Nature designed cold for a reason, and those eight legged freaks do not fall in the domain of belonging. Burn or freeze them all to death.
+ Flirting.


General Appearance

Darataka:

Height: 5'10
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Snow white
Eyes: Emerald Hazel
Skin Tone: Olive
Appearance: Check Image

Guild: Rune Knights
Tattoo: Inside of the right bicep

Darataka wrote:

Name: Darataka Shimoshikon
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: October 11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Special Characteristics: A small scar on the right side of his chin about an inch long. Three long slashing scars in a claw fashion across the left side of his chest, right over where the heart would be. Another long mark of wounding across the back of his right calve.

Personality: What happens when a boy is left to stare at the inside walls of a hide tent every night for twenty years? The only sound at night is the howling winds that echo a type of chorus that few can understand, let alone appreciate. The mountains far north isn't just where he is from, it is just as much who he is.
Darataka learned a life style of the cold mountain world, where the things you needed to survive depending just as much on you, as you are on it to continue the circle of life. Whether it was playing chase with the artic fox  in wild figure eights through the woods, or trying to find where the snowy owl hid his own woolen hat all of these games built his cunning. The snow prince was born about the wilds of winter and although to some this would seem a seldom and docile life, it was the natures which shaped him into such a creature of courage and ambition.
Few can survive the winters of the far north, and far fewer can leave them once they are understood. Darataka is a young man who understands that he is not a socialite int he world, but nor does he lack a place. Just as much as the bears need winter to hibernate, do the people need a stoic to remind them the value of silence. He isn't one to speak first, but nor is he to go unspoken when words would have value.
And in that is one of his main failures. The world has become a community, a populace of etiquette and formalities that he doesn't understand or even respect. Clothes are meant to be functional, not fashionable. Words are meant to be communication, not games or tangled webs of meaning.
The boy doesn't like or respect what the world has become outside of basic survivalist nature he has known....
But perhaps that only adds value to how this new guild can open his eyes to the beauty of life?

Likes:
+Food. Trying new things and strange delights no matter what the flavor. He was so secluded in his early life to the same cuisine over so many years that the concept of a big new world.
+ He writes in his journal at the end of every night. Its a record to remind him of where he is, why he is here, and how far he has come. At times in a social situation he will sneak away to jot down notes or doodles about what social situation he is in.
+ There is nothing more beautiful to Darataka than a new exploration. The top of a mountain and the dry wind that it breathes, the taste of emptiness when in the center of a desert, or even the sweet calming itch of overgrown grass in a valley. Anything other than snow is new to him, and every scene is a new experience which he wants to fully savor.
+Potatoes....don't ask.
+ Snow. It reminds him of home. Also Ice. Anything cold really.
+ He is very fascinated with gambling, alcohol and the other vices. Something as foreign as throwing away money for the chance of getting more of it? What isn't addicting about that to a boy from the mountains?

Dislikes:
+ Rough surfaces. The opposite of ice or glass makes him feel...well...rough.
+ Bitter tastes. He loves all food except for things that taste like they don't want to be eaten.
+Overly Loud instances. People who talk for the sake of talking, are obnoxious , or leave candles on when there doesn't need to be light. Whats the point in making your presence known if nobody enjoys it?

Motivations:
+ Find what guild his father and brother ran off to, and get answers on why they left the small mountain village.
+ Eat a local cuisine of every village in the world.
+ Bring peace and safety to the outer villages that are forgotten. Everyone needs safety in the word, not just those in the major cities.

Fears:
+ Being stuck in small warm places without nearby water. The idea of being imprisoned is terrifying to a boy from a small mountain village.
+ Spiders. Nature designed cold for a reason, and those eight legged freaks do not fall in the domain of belonging. Burn or freeze them all to death.
+ Flirting.


General Appearance

Darataka:

Height: 5'10
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Snow white
Eyes: Emerald Hazel
Skin Tone: Olive
Appearance: Check Image

Guild: Rune Knights
Tattoo: Inside of the right bicep

Darataka wrote:Name: Darataka Shimoshikon
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: October 11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Special Characteristics: A small scar on the right side of his chin about an inch long. Three long slashing scars in a claw fashion across the left side of his chest, right over where the heart would be. Another long mark of wounding across the back of his right calve.

Personality: What happens when a boy is left to stare at the inside walls of a hide tent every night for twenty years? The only sound at night is the howling winds that echo a type of chorus that few can understand, let alone appreciate. The mountains far north isn't just where he is from, it is just as much who he is.
Darataka learned a life style of the cold mountain world, where the things you needed to survive depending just as much on you, as you are on it to continue the circle of life. Whether it was playing chase with the artic fox  in wild figure eights through the woods, or trying to find where the snowy owl hid his own woolen hat all of these games built his cunning. The snow prince was born about the wilds of winter and although to some this would seem a seldom and docile life, it was the natures which shaped him into such a creature of courage and ambition.
Few can survive the winters of the far north, and far fewer can leave them once they are understood. Darataka is a young man who understands that he is not a socialite int he world, but nor does he lack a place. Just as much as the bears need winter to hibernate, do the people need a stoic to remind them the value of silence. He isn't one to speak first, but nor is he to go unspoken when words would have value.
And in that is one of his main failures. The world has become a community, a populace of etiquette and formalities that he doesn't understand or even respect. Clothes are meant to be functional, not fashionable. Words are meant to be communication, not games or tangled webs of meaning.
The boy doesn't like or respect what the world has become outside of basic survivalist nature he has known....
But perhaps that only adds value to how this new guild can open his eyes to the beauty of life?

Likes:
+Food. Trying new things and strange delights no matter what the flavor. He was so secluded in his early life to the same cuisine over so many years that the concept of a big new world.
+ He writes in his journal at the end of every night. Its a record to remind him of where he is, why he is here, and how far he has come. At times in a social situation he will sneak away to jot down notes or doodles about what social situation he is in.
+ There is nothing more beautiful to Darataka than a new exploration. The top of a mountain and the dry wind that it breathes, the taste of emptiness when in the center of a desert, or even the sweet calming itch of overgrown grass in a valley. Anything other than snow is new to him, and every scene is a new experience which he wants to fully savor.
+Potatoes....don't ask.
+ Snow. It reminds him of home. Also Ice. Anything cold really.
+ He is very fascinated with gambling, alcohol and the other vices. Something as foreign as throwing away money for the chance of getting more of it? What isn't addicting about that to a boy from the mountains?

Dislikes:
+ Rough surfaces. The opposite of ice or glass makes him feel...well...rough.
+ Bitter tastes. He loves all food except for things that taste like they don't want to be eaten.
+Overly Loud instances. People who talk for the sake of talking, are obnoxious , or leave candles on when there doesn't need to be light. Whats the point in making your presence known if nobody enjoys it?

Motivations:
+ Find what guild his father and brother ran off to, and get answers on why they left the small mountain village.
+ Eat a local cuisine of every village in the world.
+ Bring peace and safety to the outer villages that are forgotten. Everyone needs safety in the word, not just those in the major cities.

Fears:
+ Being stuck in small warm places without nearby water. The idea of being imprisoned is terrifying to a boy from a small mountain village.
+ Spiders. Nature designed cold for a reason, and those eight legged freaks do not fall in the domain of belonging. Burn or freeze them all to death.
+ Flirting.


General Appearance

Darataka:

Height: 5'10
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Snow white
Eyes: Emerald Hazel
Skin Tone: Olive
Appearance: Check Image

Guild: Rune Knights
Tattoo: Light Blue on the inside of right bicep

Darataka wrote:Name: Darataka Shimoshikon
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: October 11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Special Characteristics: A small scar on the right side of his chin about an inch long. Three long slashing scars in a claw fashion across the left side of his chest, right over where the heart would be. Another long mark of wounding across the back of his right calve.

Personality: What happens when a boy is left to stare at the inside walls of a hide tent every night for twenty years? The only sound at night is the howling winds that echo a type of chorus that few can understand, let alone appreciate. The mountains far north isn't just where he is from, it is just as much who he is.
Darataka learned a life style of the cold mountain world, where the things you needed to survive depending just as much on you, as you are on it to continue the circle of life. Whether it was playing chase with the artic fox  in wild figure eights through the woods, or trying to find where the snowy owl hid his own woolen hat all of these games built his cunning. The snow prince was born about the wilds of winter and although to some this would seem a seldom and docile life, it was the natures which shaped him into such a creature of courage and ambition.
Few can survive the winters of the far north, and far fewer can leave them once they are understood. Darataka is a young man who understands that he is not a socialite int he world, but nor does he lack a place. Just as much as the bears need winter to hibernate, do the people need a stoic to remind them the value of silence. He isn't one to speak first, but nor is he to go unspoken when words would have value.
And in that is one of his main failures. The world has become a community, a populace of etiquette and formalities that he doesn't understand or even respect. Clothes are meant to be functional, not fashionable. Words are meant to be communication, not games or tangled webs of meaning.
The boy doesn't like or respect what the world has become outside of basic survivalist nature he has known....
But perhaps that only adds value to how this new guild can open his eyes to the beauty of life?

Likes:
+Food. Trying new things and strange delights no matter what the flavor. He was so secluded in his early life to the same cuisine over so many years that the concept of a big new world.
+ He writes in his journal at the end of every night. Its a record to remind him of where he is, why he is here, and how far he has come. At times in a social situation he will sneak away to jot down notes or doodles about what social situation he is in.
+ There is nothing more beautiful to Darataka than a new exploration. The top of a mountain and the dry wind that it breathes, the taste of emptiness when in the center of a desert, or even the sweet calming itch of overgrown grass in a valley. Anything other than snow is new to him, and every scene is a new experience which he wants to fully savor.
+Potatoes....don't ask.
+ Snow. It reminds him of home. Also Ice. Anything cold really.
+ He is very fascinated with gambling, alcohol and the other vices. Something as foreign as throwing away money for the chance of getting more of it? What isn't addicting about that to a boy from the mountains?

Dislikes:
+ Rough surfaces. The opposite of ice or glass makes him feel...well...rough.
+ Bitter tastes. He loves all food except for things that taste like they don't want to be eaten.
+Overly Loud instances. People who talk for the sake of talking, are obnoxious , or leave candles on when there doesn't need to be light. Whats the point in making your presence known if nobody enjoys it?

Motivations:
+ Find what guild his father and brother ran off to, and get answers on why they left the small mountain village.
+ Eat a local cuisine of every village in the world.
+ Bring peace and safety to the outer villages that are forgotten. Everyone needs safety in the word, not just those in the major cities.

Fears:
+ Being stuck in small warm places without nearby water. The idea of being imprisoned is terrifying to a boy from a small mountain village.
+ Spiders. Nature designed cold for a reason, and those eight legged freaks do not fall in the domain of belonging. Burn or freeze them all to death.
+ Flirting.


General Appearance

Darataka:

Height: 5'10
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair: Snow white
Eyes: Emerald Hazel
Skin Tone: Olive
Appearance: Check Image

Guild: Rune Knights
Tattoo: Light Blue on the inside of right bicep