Post by Zaim al-Daleel on Aug 2, 2008 20:28:15 GMT -7
Fearless Mamluk Commander of the Seafaring Order of Wanderers (4)
Military Attache to Admiral Dus Abd al-Dawwar (1)
Peerless Knife Master (3)
Stoic Gambler (2)
Lucky Shot (1) [] [] []
Lum is taller and broader than most asians, perhaps he is of mixed decent, he does not know, but he blends in well with the other natives. He has facial tattoo's, carries a large scimitar and two Jambiya's and dresses the part of a subservient Mamluk.
Zhalum, affectionately called "Lum" by his comrades, was born of strife and
raised by the lash. Taken from his home in the Orient when he had not
reached 6 years of age, his childhood was one of discipline, training and
oft times, pain. He as the others in training soon learned, you either
played the game and do as you were told, or it was even worse. Lum trained
as hard as he could, learning quickly that the better one did their duties,
the less likely the chance of beatings were to occur. He had a certain
affinity for the Jambiya, the wickedly curved dagger that would become his
namesake-- It had been so many years and such hard training that he had
forgotten both his first and last name, having been given a new one and
having it drilled into his brain during the long relentless years of
servitude. Servitude, a polite way of saying slavery. Zhalum had been
indoctrinated into the Mamluk society when he had been captured some 14
years ago, and learned he would always be a Mamluk, a slave no matter what
he did to try and better his situation. He came to slowly accept this, and
now that he was with the Wanderer's, at least he had some freedom. With
the Wanderer's he learned to sail and navigate, and to take every advantage
of shore leave when given the chance. His life wasn't so bad, there were
many that had it worse, as long as he could forget the few that had it much
better, he could survive without going mad.
Zhalum is always attended by his novice in training, Amin, a slight, always dirty, youth with some notable skills.
Amin, Mamluk Subordinate
- Mamluk (2)
- Barber (2)
Military Attache to Admiral Dus Abd al-Dawwar (1)
Peerless Knife Master (3)
Stoic Gambler (2)
Lucky Shot (1) [] [] []
Lum is taller and broader than most asians, perhaps he is of mixed decent, he does not know, but he blends in well with the other natives. He has facial tattoo's, carries a large scimitar and two Jambiya's and dresses the part of a subservient Mamluk.
Zhalum, affectionately called "Lum" by his comrades, was born of strife and
raised by the lash. Taken from his home in the Orient when he had not
reached 6 years of age, his childhood was one of discipline, training and
oft times, pain. He as the others in training soon learned, you either
played the game and do as you were told, or it was even worse. Lum trained
as hard as he could, learning quickly that the better one did their duties,
the less likely the chance of beatings were to occur. He had a certain
affinity for the Jambiya, the wickedly curved dagger that would become his
namesake-- It had been so many years and such hard training that he had
forgotten both his first and last name, having been given a new one and
having it drilled into his brain during the long relentless years of
servitude. Servitude, a polite way of saying slavery. Zhalum had been
indoctrinated into the Mamluk society when he had been captured some 14
years ago, and learned he would always be a Mamluk, a slave no matter what
he did to try and better his situation. He came to slowly accept this, and
now that he was with the Wanderer's, at least he had some freedom. With
the Wanderer's he learned to sail and navigate, and to take every advantage
of shore leave when given the chance. His life wasn't so bad, there were
many that had it worse, as long as he could forget the few that had it much
better, he could survive without going mad.
Zhalum is always attended by his novice in training, Amin, a slight, always dirty, youth with some notable skills.
Amin, Mamluk Subordinate
- Mamluk (2)
- Barber (2)