PCs:Ath'Nook Nekk'en

~ Ath'nook Nekk'en ~

Pronunciation of the Name: "Att~nuk Nek~N*" [* A soft ~N]. Race: Gith'zerai [Humanoid Outsider]. Age: Undisclosed. Apparently around Human 40's. Gender: Male. Class: Hunter - Bodybagger. Alignment: Borderline. Tendencies to Chaotic outbursts. Deity: This Gith'zerai, even if he abhors worship, has shown interest in Pelar & the Dead Dreamer. Origin: Raised in the urban Dome-City Toroj, the second largest Gith'zerai Settlement in Limbo, Home of the widely known Rrakkma School Hael-Kenshka. Current Residence: Here & There. Once the Underdark. Now the highest Mountain in Southern Negaria, his head up in the Skies, his feet still on the ground... Associates & Affiliations: Many & None. Closest are: Faeldridge the Quick - Loreleii - Anomandaari- - Miriel Hana Xilo'rulithii - Thorn Shadowstar - Sarakin Fyne-Greenlin - Harry Fynn - - Sister Lagithiae [Missing.] - Caius - Amiru - Raven, Crow, Shadow & Farmer - Kelvos Englent - Tal'Lieulia Laylom'Shelega - Dak, Toughest & Roughest Gobbo of all! - Kratos Brothers - Selash. Personality - Physique - Traits. Gaunt, but athletic and wiry built, standing between 5´11´´ ~ 6´1´´, weighing around 180lbs. This Male moves with remarkable nimbleness, much like a Feline Creature. Underlining this feature are his cat-like, almond shaped, yellow-greenish Eyes, almost always darting about, observing his Surroundings, with an alert and keen inspection. [If not wearing a hood........] You may notice a bizarre, ornamental pattern around his right eye. A stigma or some sort of brand, perhaps a remnant of his Exile. His Hair, which he has braided in a series of rows, are adorned with different beads and mussels and other frills.. Other than that: Two [Or more?] Short Swords, are attached on his lower back, underneath his Mantle. Two Skulls, of what some Sages with Planar lore would call, Illithids, hang loosely from his belt-like sash. Entitling these two bizarre trophies as Biir and Ikii [The first, the Second], he can often be heard, engaging an odd monologue [Or is it truly a dialogue?] muttering with them. That quirk, plus the distorted way of Speaking the Common tongue and his random revelations, precipitated to the nickname The Creepy Nutter, first initiated by the ½ Orc Ed. Up until now it has stuck with him, and over his time on the Prime Material, a few more have been added to the list . Speech: Always takes his time, evaluating each and every word, with long pauses in between [The "... . . .. . . . ...." are there for a reason.]. His Voice maintains a soft, monotonous in the extreme, often emotionless tone, seldom changing and exposing any other temper. Then, there are the different *clicks*, *Chrrr's*, hisses and squeals he sometimes submits, which probably has to do something with the language of his People. His Companion: Kapa'th. An adapted wordplay from the tongue of the first People. Ka'th meaning black, Pa'th standing for Red. Ath'nook Nekk'en freed the young, feral, but quite undernourished & maltreated Avlissian Red Panther Female from captivity of a terrorizing Malekian Cyclops Tribe, approx. the Year-Cycle of 2175-2180. A mutual trust between the Gith'zerai and the Catkin has grown and rigidified, both sharing the same Path on Avlis, based on free Will. ...Their History is to be Continued... History - Background - Present Personal Life. ...To be Continued... Until then... ...A look inside his Mind! or his steps On the Road... What some People OoC'ly wrote or thought - Citations: -"A cold, emotionless bastard who keeps his distance and who can judge things from his own perspective, without just following the herd. Never boasting, but the last to duck & cover."- -"Ladies and Gentlemen: more confusing than a Confounder's were-fish strawberry castle of Aargh, more scary than the The'tonite under your bed, deadlier than NE T'Nanshi - there he comes! Those who have noticed all the philosophical sophistication and well-hidden layers of humanity in the Crimson Gith... He's coming for you. Watching out is futile."- -"The first encounter you have with Nekk'en, he frightens your ass off. Bit by bit, he manages to move the scared-off ass back into it's original position..."-