Post by Tsanten on Dec 21, 2011 21:30:18 GMT -5
Name
Tsanten
Age
18
Tribe
Omaticaya
Personality
Tsanten is an amazing artist and has a natural eye for turning things and scenes into tapestries and jewelry. He is also a natural listener and is a very easy-going person and wears his heart on his sleeve. Due to this it is very hard to anger him (although it's not impossible) and he has a great deal of patience.
Tsanten is by no means a great hunter or warrior as his mother had to really work with the awkward boy to get him to be at least competent in hunting and defending himself. He still retains his natural awkwardness and clumsiness, which is why he is the last person you'd ask to be on a hunting or war party.
History
Tsanten was born to a young mated pair of his mother, Kiy’at and his father, Bakteyo. Kiy’at and Bakteyo are rather polar opposites in the fact that Kiy’at is an accomplished warrior and Pa’li Makto and Ikran Makto (although she prefers to be on the ground as opposed to in the air), whereas Bakteyo is an artist as he is the Clan’s tattoo artist (and covered in quite a few himself). From the time Tsanten could walk, his mother started training him to become a warrior just like herself, but sadly Tsanten was a rather poor student, being quite the natural clutz. No matter how hard she tried, Tsanten was only so-so despite the fact he tried his darnedest to please his formidable mother. The one thing he did take to was riding Pa’li, as his mother loves to ride with him to this day. However during Tsanten’s training, it was rather quickly noted how Tsanten’s clever little fingers would produce some lovely and thoughtful bits of “jewelry” even though they were extremely rudimentary. Thus after joint family decision, Tsanten was apprenticed to the Clan weaver as a Täftxuyu'evi and at first he was a bit ‘slow’ thanks to his day-dreamer nature, but in time he really started taking to being a weaver and enjoyed learning what he could about making beautiful things for the Clan.
He was and still is a very happy boy, but sadly his physical awkwardness was so glaring that other boys his age could not help but pick to on him for it, this was especially apparent with a bow as for a long time he couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn, let alone something small and/or moving. This came to a head when he was about nine as a group of older boys started harassing him. He walked off as he usually did, trying to pay them no heed or trying to joke with them (as they’d usually leave off when something else caught their attention or an adult came around) as Tsanten is not especially fond of fighting just for fighting’s sake as he takes after his pacifist father in that respect. Yet this time the pack of youngling males did not leave off, they hounded him until his patience was nearly spent and one of them made the mistake of insulting his parents. Finally, he launched his scrawny self at the leader wildly, but he was ready for Tsanten and gave him a good punch to the jaw, which chipped his left canine tooth and left him reeling on the ground. Luckily a distant relative showed up and put a stop to the fighting and set the boys packing. He was then drug home to face a furious mother - not so much for fighting, but for being so stupid by just throwing himself at them and not thinking it out better. Thus began an intense few years of training on top of his weaver training and duties, as Kiy’at was determined to make sure her son could hold his own or send him back to be with Eywa trying. Tsanten was worked until he dropped quite regularly – which annoyed the head weaver to the point she’d have many a word with Kiy’at over her best pupil. The only light at the end of that tunnel that got Tsanten out of his hammock in the morning was the fact that one day he could become a Ikran Makto as he desperately wanted to fly one day with his Ikran partner and the only way to do that was to become a warrior, which was what his mother was trying to do with him. Finally, at age twelve he was becoming fairly competent and opportunity came knocking.
His Weaver teacher told him that there was nothing else to teach Tsanten and it was time for his final test before being acknowledged as a full Weaver. The test was for Tsanten to weave a full tapestry and unveil it to the Clan for judgment. For days after being told this, Tsanten went out into the jungles and sat and meditated upon what he was to design. Then in came to him in a flash of inspiration and he ran back to the Omaticaya like he was on fire and worked for a month straight on his tapestry like a man possessed as he'd neither eat nor sleep (except when he'd pass out due to exhaustion). Thus, when the day came for his tapestry's reveal, the Clan was stunned as he had produced an amazing work of the Sixth Toruk Makto leading the Na'vi into battle against the Sky People. It so pleased the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk that he was proclaimed a Master Weaver right there and then.
It wasn't long after that he successfully became an Ikran Makto much to his Mother's relief and joined the Clan as a full member. He joined with a female Ikran, small like he, but full of fire as he named her Sylwanin. Other than occasionally flying on her to hunt some food for himself, he mostly is found at the looms working hard as his crafts are much sought after.
Bonded?
Yes, a female Ikran named Sylwanin that has a hot pink/dark navy blue coloration and very fiery temper, even for an Ikran.
Other
Tsanten is a tall, lanky Na’vi male, with an extremely open, expressive face. His head is adorned with a multitude of thick, bushy, medium length braids that display a slight hue of chocolate brown to his otherwise dark hair accompanying his long Na’vi queue. He sports large hazel-brown eyes with some yellow dancing in the rims of the iris. He has a wide nose for his face, but it just compliments his even bigger grin when he smiles. His smile is his best feature when he graces someone with it (which is almost all the time, he’s a real happy guy) as he was blessed with a near-perfect set of teeth (he has a chip in his left eye tooth thanks to a scuffle he was in as a child with another boy). His facial markings are rather intricate, especially under his eyes where it looks almost like a DNA chain. In his each ear he sports a small ear piercing, two carved wooden chunks of wood as they’re just training pieces until he earns (and gradually stretches his ears out) the right to wear a larger set, preferably after he becomes an Ikran rider. He also wears an intricate necklace denoting his standing as a weaver, which changes (stays at the same level of intricacy, but he’ll change the stones, beads and feathers) as he loves making new jewelry ever so often (especially in time for festivals!). Standing at 10’ 2”, he still doesn’t seem to have completely grown into his body yet as there is a certain lankiness about him as he still exhibits an adolescent level of control. His tail exhibits a little “crook” where it rather juts to the right at the end which he came with at birth, but no one else in his circle of relatives have this odd feature so one might suspect it was a recessive trait.
