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Name: 

Solomon Mahdi Sabir

Age: 

26

Gender: 

Male

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Appearance: 

Solomon stands at roughly five foot eleven with dark tan skin and curly black hair. He has deep green eyes that seem to be constantly slightly squinted against the sun and a thick unkempt brow. His jaw is square and his lips are full but rough, his teeth clean and white but not without a chip or two. The man has broad laborers shoulders and the build of someone who eats well and does regular exercise on top of hard labor, he cares for his body. It's the only one he has. He keeps a well kept but purposely slightly scruffy beard and seems to have rather thick hair every place where hair likes to be from chest to arms to feet. 

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Personality: 

Solomon normally is a rather quiet man, but that isn't to say he is shy. He might be simple minded and uneducated, but that doesn't mean he isn't sharp. His words are deliberate and thoughtful, and he tends to keep to-the-point. Though he can at times be rather rowdy, he tends to restrain himself as needed and keep in relatively good order. He knows when to keep down, and when to throw down. That being said, he is also known for easily falling into various temptations and not having a great degree of discipline in numerous areas. Though he cares deeply about his own well being and health, enough so to keep his words thoughtful and his actions deliberate.. He can be rather easily persuaded into destructive behavior if played right. 

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Capabilities: 

Lumberjacking - Advanced:
Solomon has spent a large portion of his life doing this for a living, and was raised in this trade by his family. He fells the trees, carves the trees, and can even do some basic woodwork. Structures are easy enough, just never ask him to make furniture or complicated architecture.

Firefighting - Competent:
Solomon has been doing this on a part time basis his entire adult life, and has a fair bit of recent experience. He knows how to direct a team to limit and extinguish fires, as well as how to prevent them being able to spread in the first place.

Gardening - Apprentice:
This has been a rather involved hobby of his for a few years now. He knows how to plant and raise trees, tend flowers. All the basics. Don't ask him to breed a new species or cultivate plants out of their natural environment. He isn't the man to go to for identifying and extracting herbs. Planting local greenery and raising it is pretty much his limit. 

Fighting - Novice:
He's a big guy, and he gets into a fair number of brawls. That being said, he has a degree of natural skill. He can throw a good punch and take a few hits. He has a good pain tolerance. He knows how to wield a felling axe as a make-do weapon in a tight spot. But the upper limit of his skill is really bare knuckle bar fights and the occasional dusk encounter while out felling trees.

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Relations:
Love/Crush
Close
Friend
Good Person
Nuetral
Unsure/Uneasy
Dislike
Enemy

Adreanna
Strong woman, very proud. Pride can be the undoing of folks, especially the righteous ones.. But I don't really know about her. She seems focused enough on helping the people around her to overcome whatever else there might be. She seems to respect my cautious attitude, and I'm thankful. She's really the first person here who doesn't seem to find fault with it.

Zarkaylia
She reminds me of the fire chief back home. Very gruff, to the point, and firm willed. She's a fit leader, and a badass if I ever seen one. I'll follow her, I just hope she doesn't ask me to fight, I've only met her twice and I already know she's probably the one person inspirational enough to get me to say yes.

Eyana
She's strong, smart, competitive, beautiful.. And once I got Lien's voice out of my head things got a lot less awkward. I don't know if we're ever going to be more than friends, or if I'm ever going to get some of that ass.. But I think I'm actually fine with that. I'm lucky I've got what I've got, few people deserve a friend like her.

Lien
She's young, but smart. And very.. Mature. I don't think it was a mistake sleeping with her, but I don't think it'll happen again. She's tired of my lectures.. And I am rather tired of being treated like I'm simple minded. Everything somehow finds a way to get confusing when dealing with her.. But I think we're still friends, I mean.. We do have fun. Sometimes people aren't exactly compatible for just getting along.. But that doesn't mean they can't be friends.

Zaira
[Outdated]
Finally, a young woman who doesn't confuse me. I don't know her well, but I know she's as strong as they come, fierce, very well rounded, honestly an amazing woman. She's very troubled though. I don't think I want to make a mess of having her for a friend, she seems like the sort of person that'll have your back no matter what.. Even if she is eyeballs deep in her own trouble. I want to continue to pursue a friendship with this one, but damn if I don't feel bad for her.

Kane
Barely met him. Seems like a good guy, though. Hope he'll have my back if it comes to it with this dragon business.

Bishop
[Outdated]
I haven't met him, so I can't really jump to too many assumptions.. But seriously?? If he isn't dead or captive, then he's a serious prick. Who the fuck leaves a woman like Zaira hanging?? I know the place they say he went to has fucking horses. He could at least take a couple day's ride now and then to a town to send a letter to his woman. Let her know he's alright. That is entirely too long to leave someone you're supposed to love with nothing. Still, I really don't know him.. So I have to keep these thoughts to myself. I really have no idea what is going on here.

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Backstory: 

Prelude

     The valley of Faedun was always a calm and quiet place, teeming with life and lush foliage. The tall maple trees that filled the brisk valley have been prized for as long as anyone can remember. This valley nurtured the growth of the logging town Farmoor, and deeper into the mountains it housed the fortress keep Morgus Thurgen. However, this valley is not where our story starts or ends.

Our story starts in the Muhadi Desert, with a small caravan of vagrants and wanderers that had lived on the move since the day they fled from xitian enslavement. These travelers were never respected, regarded as rogues and thieves. Vagabonds and the worst sorts of rabble. It didn’t help when they fled from conscription into the united armies of the veld war, as what they called self preservation most of the cultured world called cowardice.

It helped even less when xitians on the run from the purges took to hiding in this tribe. Many would think that escaped slaves would loath their former masters.. But they learned to loath the rest of the world far more, and welcomed other outsiders and unwanted with open arms.

Through the civil wars they flourished in the chaos, whole new waves of the displaced and weary lost souls joining with the tribe and bringing with them their skills and connections. But then came a time of peace. A time of law and order, and for much of the tribe.. A time of hardship. The more order the rest of the world adopted, the more they shunned the vagrants and vagabonds. From the Muhadi Desert they came, and to the desert they returned. Life was hard, and the sands were rough. So to flee the tribe and seek life in more civilized lands was not an uncommon choice, especially among those hoping to raise children...

Early Years

Such a situation as this, is what where we found the Sabir family. They fled to the north, to a valley on the edge of the snow. They worked hard and diligently, as such the town of Farmoor looked past the vagrant's reputation and welcomed them. They prospered and had many children, most of which boys. Poor mama Sabir.

The boys loved to play rough and caused much trouble in the town, for which their father gave them many a harsh beating. They had a life to strive for, and as such the Sabir parents were eager to prove themselves and keep well respected. Sadly, boys will be boys. They continued to raise hell well through the years. The beatings made them tough, but the town girls kept them rowdy.

Solomon Sabir was no exception, he was a middle child and as such he was never paid much attention to, but his older brother always kept him close by his side. In his childhood he stuck to his father and older brother like a shadow, and joined in all the adventures.. And trouble, much to his mother's chagrin. He grew up in the town and loved everything about it with all his being.

The boy wasn't quite like his older and younger brothers. Not entirely. He was quiet and thoughtful, and always worrying about what people thought of him. But he loved his family more then the world itself, and he would get in trouble with his brothers at every chance just so that he could be there to watch their backs.

In his teenage years he worked with his father in the booming lumberjacking trade, felling trees since he first could wield the axe. He fancied the girls more than most, and got himself in a great deal of trouble with a few of the town’s fathers.. But the drama his companions always brought him eventually calmed him down and developed an aversion to the pursuit of steady relationships. He learned to care a lot less for what people thought of him, thanks to the hardships and drama.. But he never stopped trying to be a decent person.

In time, thanks to this developed temperament he slowly came to be regarded as the “good boy” of the brothers.. His past was forgiven, and this reputation as a respectable and hard working boy carried into his adulthood.

Adulthood

As an adult, Solomon joined the town’s volunteer fire brigade for the extra money and respect. The forests of the valley were a treasured resource for the logging town, and as such they did everything they could to keep wildfires from consuming them. It was a very part-time job, with meetings once a week and training whenever the town could afford to pay for it, so the logging work continued well into this.

The environment of the brigade was particularly masculine, which Solomon came to appreciate in the late wake of the drama he had to deal with during his string of female relationships. He volunteered for firehouse duty whenever he could and came to appreciate the company of his fellow man much more than some may deem healthy.

But there was a time where his masculinity faltered, the day he looked back on a cleared forest made barren by the axe and thought of how much of a shame it was that the green and fruitful valley might be destroyed by industry. So he did what many regarded as pointless.. He planted more trees, learning what he could from whom he could and helping to bring the clearings back to life. Soon he moved on to the very grass, then the flowers, and in time he came to raise entire gardens in the wake of his lumbering.

It got him shit around the men, but the ladies appreciated it and the town elders respected it enough to protect his gardens as a vital part of preserving the valley for future generations. Things went well for Solomon for several years, and in this valley he thrived.

Exodus

Then one day trade from Morgus Thurgen ceased, and smoke billowed in the distance. The rumors that followed were too unbelievable to be true.. until one by one the valley forests began to burn in the dark of the night, the gushing winds of powerful wings overhead being the only thing to stem the blaze. The fire brigade worked day and night, but so often nothing could be done save digging partitions to keep the fires from spreading.

When the elders began to leave, Solomon and his family knew it was time to move on. They split up, for the large part. He headed or the coast and eventually to a ship headed to the far lands, his brothers mostly moved to the northernmost lands. And a few weeks later.. The town of Farmoor burned.

None of Solomon’s family was still there, but when word came to him it hit like a punch to the gut. The kind that leaves a man on his knees gasping to suck down his next breath. He knew his youth was gone on this day, that there would be no going back to the valley he called home. No, now he would need to find a new land to nurture. Now he would need to move on. So he let the ship take him as far as it would go, to the most backwoods town of the forbidden lands that it would sail to...