Excluding the magic, but people are free to teach him!
Philosophy of Life: Khajiit is innocent of his crimes!
"A guardian's goal is not to return home, but make sure those he swears to protect make it home... That is what defines a true guardian."
Basics
Name (&Pronunciation):
Ansen Leegot (An-sen Lee-got)
Date of Birth (&Age):
May 5th (23)
Place of Birth:
Tauren Farmland
Gender:
M
Sexual Preference:
Straight
Species/Racial Origin:
Khaddorian
Social Class/ Community Status:
Middle Class ((Military))
Language:
Primary Language:
Jorgethi
Secondary Language:
Ardaric ((His knowledge of the language has developed over the course of his military career. It has helped him very well when communicating with foreign merchants/adventurers most of the time))
Family/Friends/Pets/Etc:
Father: Rajj Leegot
Mother: Kai Leegot((*Missing*))
Physical Description
(please follow the norm of each race. For exemptions, ask me first)
Height:
7' 08"
Weight:
235 lbs
Hair/fur:
Brownish tan ((Flat Dark Earth))
Eyes:
Yellow on Black
Limb Dexterity:
Above Racial Average- Excessive training along with his racial advantages has made Ansen more quick and agile. It wouldn't help him as a ranger if he were just as fast as a typical Khaddorian
Detailed Physical Description:
Ansen Leegot would almost maintain the typical image of an active Khaddorian. With a medium build that is not one that would bring shame to him the young man stands with pride regardless of the circumstance. It is hard to find him with his confidence and will broken to the point where even a untrained eye could see it.
With his cloak concealing most of his features, the Khaddorian despite his young age carries his proof of combat. On his left arm Ansen carries the remnants of a slash injury that has now developed into nothing more than a light patch of fur surrounding the wound that is now a rather fresh scar. The scar is the only significant feature that Ansen carries.
Despite his constant isolation from society during his deployment the Khaddorian does well maintaining a rather clean image. Like many other soldiers that come from a high standard he does what he can in order to keep his fur clean and neat. The only time a speck of fur will be out of line is during a serious situation or a fight.
Typical Clothing/Equipment:
During his travels outside his hometown whether answering a call to action or simply venturing beyond the boundaries of the plains Ansen religiously carries many things around in order to address any issue that might arise when you are in the wilderness without help being within shouting distance. When it comes to apparel he wears a set of leather armor, crafted and reinforced by the outfitters that shape the uniforms and armor that the Tauren military carry today. It is what he has trained with and fought with to this day, but it is always subject to change like anything else. His armor or clothing is usually concealed beneath a hooded cloak that has been dyed a dash of dark green so to help him conceal himself in the Khauran vegetation. It might not do him well in other regions, but he still prefers to keep it clipped around his neck with the hood up wherever he goes. That same rule applies to a golden ring that he wears on his left ring finger. To those who are aware of the Tauren social norms that ring is the equivalent to a soldier's insignia or a officer's badge. To loose it would be very discouraging for the young ranger.
When it is needed the Khaddorian also carries a set of commoner clothes in his travel backpack. The travel backpack contains a few other necessities as well such as:
Sharpening Stone
Sewing Kit
3x rolled ointment bandages
1x 90 foot rope
5 pages of parchment
1 ink vial and feather
1 bedroll *Tied to the outer side of the bag*
1 Flint and iron bar ((Fire!))
It would be foolish to say the ranger wasn't armed. He is trained in a variety of weapons but mainly carries a short sword, a 8' knife, and a recurve bow and arrow. Unlike traditional warriors the ranger keeps his swords on his back with the handles on his right shoulder blade for quick access, the strap trailing from his right shoulder to his left hip with the quiver of arrows crossing over the sheathed weapons. Between the quiver and the swords is where one will find his bow sheathe, the bow's upper crook angled over his left shoulder with it's strap positioning opposite of the swords. The 8 inch knife which typically is a tool or a last resort can be found just above the base of his tail. All weapons except the knife are pulled over the cloak, meaning they aren't concealed one bit.
Personality/Attributes
Personality/Attitude: Ansen has grown to what many people would say a "white knight in a dark world." That being said he has indeed developed a mindset that was greatly influenced by his close family and his military career. Ansen is a warrior and will not hesitate to stand for his better judgement even if the odds are against him.
To those who have had the opportunity to meet him in the wilderness they'll find that he is cautious yet caring to those he comes across. The same Khaddorian that will wrap a bandage around one's open wound would not even hesitate to draw a blade on those under his care until his trust his bought. Once that bridge of trust is built, the ranger will go through great length for those close to him.
He'll fight for the innocent, he'll die for his friend. Ansen is indeed a stubborn one during a combative situation. When beaten down he is defiant, when victorious he will conduct himself according to his discretion. One might be able to fool Ansen with the 'mercy' card, but they'll have to be quick if they wish to exploit that vulnerability when they do.
Beneath all of that is a troubled past event, one that will take a lot of prying in order to even convince Ansen to speak of that said event. Away from the eyes of friends and strangers the young man reveals a more troubled nature, one that is at conflict to this day.
Skills/Talents:
Archery- The bow and arrow are a ranger's bread and butter, Ansen is a proficient bowman.
Swords ((one handed))- Basic training and past experiences have helped sharpened the Khaddorian's swords, but he is no master.
First Aid- To start bleeding and start breathing, with one hand he can save a life and the other he can take a life.
Sewing and weapon maintenance- A soldier must maintain his blades as well as his uniform!
Ranger- He is a ranger. His training along with his experience in the wilderness have helped him become enduring beyond the reach of civilization. He is more able to be on alert, even when pushed to his limits. Ansen is indeed a godsend when someone has to do night watch.
Favorites/Likes:
Peace
Green environments ((woods, plains, grasslands, etc.))
Honorable deeds
Most Hated/Dislikes:
Chaos
Lost of control
Prejudice
Goals/Ambitions:
Personal- Long ago Ansen lost his mother. He can barely remember her face... But her voice haunts him to this day. Some day he will go looking for answers, but deep inside he hopes he could hear her reassuring voice while being in her warm embrace one more time.
Duty- As a warrior and a soldier Ansen maintains an oath to protect those around him. That oath is his mission, and one of his greatest ambitions.
Strengths:
Calm under pressure- Even when it's hell on earth Ansen remains cool. There are some things though that still can make him 'black out'
Attention to Detail- The ranger keeps attention to detail. If it's out of order he usually is first to know.
Weaknesses:
Merciful- Ansen follows a rule of engagement. On a code of honor he will not execute a surrendering combatant. A clever opponent could exploit that weakness to their advantage.
Stubborn- It has its strengths and weakness. In this case failure can weigh heavily on the Khaddorian's shoulders. Loosing a comrade, being forced to retreat, etc. Like any soldier it is hard to retreat without being given the order. Only those he trust can make him back down from a fight.
Fears:
Defeat- Every soldier thinks of it, the potential danger of defeat. Every day Ansen fears the coming of his defeat.. Could he still be able to hold his head up high when down on his knees? If someone close to him dies, can he continue pressing on?
Captivity- A more natural fear. Almost every ranger find himself working alone.. There is usually nobody coming when a ranger calls for help. What if he did get captured? Would he perhaps follow the same path to slavery like his mother did?
Hobbies/Interests:
Reading- During downtime if there's a book around he'll probably try and get a good read in. He's read a lot of genres form romance to epics
Smoking- Hookah, pipe, or just even a blunt of something, the Khaddorian is an occasional smoker.
Regular Routine: He is a military man. He wakes up whenever it's time to do his part, then goes straight to work. When it comes to his sleep schedule there is no day and night for the young ranger. There is a civilian side to Ansen though. On days where he is home or perhaps in a tavern without worrying about the dangers beyond the walls the Khaddorian typically wakes up late, around lunch time. He'll sleep in if he is able to, unless a schedule is made that tells him otherwise. As a result of that he might occasionally miss breakfast, which is fine with him.
If there's a priority task whithin a group he'll typically volunteer if it is within his scope. If there is down time though his first to do after eating is working on his gear. Making sure the blades are sharp and the arrows are plenty, Ansen is always wanting to be prepared.
On his own he'll typically do different things depending on the downtime he has. He might go to a tavern to get a drink, or even sleep some more. Regardless, you'll probably find him back in his room once the sun is down unless he gets caught up in something.
Attitude Towards Death:
Ansen hasn't really thought much on the inevitable end. Thanks to his training he is a rather reckless individual and is willing to throw his life on the line more frequently than the average Khaddorian. A soldier can die, but gods forbid a citizen dying...
Religion/Beliefs:
The ranger is no man of gods so to speak. You usually won't find him attending the local temple on a weekly basis or carry a holy scripture on his person . While he does believe in an afterlife and a deity, the exposure to many cultures has put Ansen in a sort of 'religious identity crisis,' one that is not really a priority to him.
Fetishes/Strange Behaviors:
On the sexual side of things there is necessarily nothing out of the ordinary due to a lack of exposure. However when it comes to habits that are out of the norm the withdrawal from the safety of civilization has brought about some strange behaviors in the Khaddorian. At times Ansen can find it rather difficult to not maintain that soldier's image and in some cases it is difficult for him to relax or be at ease. His low standards are also strange in the eyes of many. Sometimes he sleeps on the side of the road to save some coin instead of renting a bed.
Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience:
Aside from his on-duty injury Ansen can still recall the day he heard the news of his mother's disappearance. That moment has troubled him to this day, and becomes one of his few aspirations.
Sexual Experience/Values: A very shy side of him, Ansen has never really been exposed to such experiences. Like many young military men on constant deployment he can only hear about it, but never really experience it. One that might approach him in a rather 'heated' manner might quickly get a very hesitant and flustered Khaddorian as a result...
Education/Special Training:
Basic Education- In a civilized society Ansen has had the privilege of learning basic education.
Tauren Ranger Training- One of the most rigorous and difficult fields, the ranger training process is indeed the primary source of Ansen's skillset.
Place/Type of Residence: Campsite- It is rare for Ansen to have the privilege of being stationed in a area where he could occupy a cabin. He's usually moving around from campsites and sleeping wherever shelter is available. If available he will prefer to sleep in a barracks where safety is usually guaranteed.
Occupation: Tauren Ranger
Place of Work: Everchanging, he works where ever his superiors place him.
Work-related Skills: **Refer to Skills/Talents**
Past Occupations: Full time Student
Memberships: Tauren Armies ((Interchanging between branches))
Backstory/Biography
During a time of prosperity a young Tauren couple's paths crossed, two Khaddorians from different walks of life. A military father and a merchant mother who fell in love in the jungles under the night sky. After coming together the two found a home in the capital lands. There they'd raise a child who would be destined for greatness and tragedy. There a Khaddorian entered the world, one that was given the only thing nobody can take from him: the name Ansen Leegot.
Ansen was raised in a rather healthy environment, one that was without the worries of war or evil. Most problems were local or political, giving Ansen the opportunity to find himself and learn a set of skills from his parents and the education system that was put in place. It was a privileged life, one that would eventually come to an abrupt end.
Autumn was transitioning to Winter on Ansen's 16th year, the year when many boys cross over to adulthood. His father tended to the house at the time, expecting his mother to return. She didn't arrive the day she was expected to arrive. In her place though was a courier, one that carried a grave message. A Khaddorian caravan had been raided of its valuables before it could reach the Tauren border. Many women and children were kidnapped and potentially kept as slaves, while many of the guard fell against overwhelming odds. Ansen's mother was on the list of missing persons, a devastating discovery for the young man and his father.
That moment while tragic set the path for the young Khaddorian. He could have been a merchant, a teacher, anything, but during the following year Ansen turned to the only thing that suffered like he did: his father. At first his father protested against the idea, fearing that he'd loose Ansen in the unforgiving world that he had lived beyond the settlement that Ansen had been raised in. When all attempts to steer Ansen off the path he was on, the father finally gave in on one condition: Ansen will not pursue the whereabouts of his mother. The military was as safe as he can be when it came to carrying a sword in the wilderness. Ansen made that promise, one that would be the greatest barrier for him to cross when it comes to the journey to find his missing mother. He tries to not think about it, but his ambitions slowly gnaw on his soul, tempting him to go against his father's pleadings.
The following years shaped Ansen to be the man he is today. He went to training for evaluation. Once he got through his basic training Ansen achieved one of the greatest and most independent role: he became a ranger. With his assignment, Ansen became one of the few to go through the hell that was coming his way, and one of the very few to make it out. They molded him to be independent, to hit as hard as a battalion of soldiers, to adapt to an environment and turn it into his hunting grounds before the sun goes down on the first day, all while being alone and aware help won't come all the time.
He graduated around the age 21, being deployed in the unknown. Never had he fought a legitimate force, his only taste of combat being the skirmishes with bandits and insurgent groups in the area. Most of them were simple: he shows up, they run off. There was one encounter where things didn't go that way...
It was a summer, the sun being high in the sky. During a routine patrol Ansen encountered a caravan being stopped in the middle of his territory. At first glance it looked to be a holdup, all he had to do was intervene like he always did. Little did he know, someone else lurked in the surrounding woods, someone who saw him long before he realized what he was in for. He had time to survey the situation, to get the basic details, but he didn't have time to react when he heard something land behind him in his hiding spot. Even with his speed, the ranger was grabbed and tossed out of the vegetation he hid in before he could draw his weapon. The prompt removal from cover thrusted Ansen in the open, and the raiders quickly turned their attention to him. Something rose from where he had been grabbed, he could hear chuckling at first, but then he quickly discovered who his attacker was: It was another Khaddorian. He didn't know who this man was, or how he was able to move undetected. He simply glanced over Ansen as if sizing him up, then went over to the bandits who gave him a pouch of gold. With that the Khaddorian left, leaving the ranger with the other bandits.
He could only predict their intentions... In this world one could gain a profit from playing a good ransom game, or perhaps they'd try and force him into mercenary work. Whatever it was, he would be damned if he became the victim. He drew his blade, he used his training as best as he could. First a sword came at his front. He lifted his short sword to meet it, the clean metal grinding against one another for a brief moment as the ranger lifted the blades up between the two fighters and pushed into it, causing the two to lock in place. Even at the moment, Ansen was able to keep attention to detail. Any soldier can be pushed to the edge, but few could keep a clear mind with death looming over them. It was a gift that came from his training, a gift that would save him.
It felt like soo much time had passed, later on Ansen would find out the fight didn't even last a minute. All he could recall was the shift in the air to his right and the impulse to dig his feet in and quickly drive his blade against the sword that he had blocked, causing both him to push forward, and his opponent to stagger backwards. That split second he ducked, and a axe came whistling over his head. It wasn't over yet even with the danger evaded. Right after he ducked and the axe passed, a shadow was cast over Ansen to his left, meaning his third attacker was lifting something over the now down low Khaddorian. That demanded quick action, and without a second thought he lifted his free arm to glance the metal coming down on him. It was a sword, and it slashed through his flesh, but the angled bone made it glance down his arm, almost carving it like a turkey. There was no cry of pain, no agony. No, there was desperation, adrenaline had made Ansen already numb, and his eyes were almost primal. The blatant disregard for safety shocked the man to the left, and he didn't expect Ansen to follow through and slash at the man to his left. The strike connected, dragging down from a shoulder blade to an abdomen and leaving a wound in it's wake, one that was critical enough to knock the man back and loose his combative posture.
The others upon watching this happen quickly tried to pounce on the vulnerability by attacking at the same time. With the left side open though Ansen pushed himself up and dodged the sharp edges by the hair, his sword coming down and sweeping across his right to trip the man on the front. It was a fight or flight situation after that. As Ansen slowly turned to face the two now getting into formation he took in every bit of his surroundings during that twirl. If he retreated now, he could perhaps survive, but that meant the bandits would still be around and maybe even kidnap another passerby. He was in no condition to fight though, and it was a three versus one. Against everything he had stood for, he made the retreat.
To this day, though the assurances that he made the right tactical choice, the right move, Ansen longed to grab his bow and right his wrongs, to prove himself he was a capable ranger. After healing and waiting for what felt like an eternity, the young ranger will receive his assignment, and an opportunity to show his true colors once more. To this day he didn't know that fate had something greater in store for him.
Author Notes:
I get to play Khaddorian ^^ Unique races are always a + for me when deciding where to toss my hat.