キャラクター

{RP Character}
Born into a combative, nomadic, Au'ra tribe in some of the most remote areas of the Azim Steppes, Kiba never felt part of his kin. At a young age, he was pushed to take up a weapon, to train, to fight, to hunt; but, these skills didn't compliment the soft spoken boy. He was reminded daily how out of place he was. Where their skin was colored by sun, his stayed pale. While others wore their hair short, or spiked in length and adorned with proof of their hunts, Kiba left his long and straight. His features were softer and void of the intimidating scales that marked other's faces, setting into them a constant scowl. With the birth of his younger sister, he was further ostracized and ignored, left to his own, though perhaps only out of duty to kin, not completely abandoned.
By chance, a group of adventurers came within sight of their camp, looking for a fearsome beast to put down. They were turned away by the elders, untrusting as they were. Kiba could not let curiosity rest and snuck out to observe the group. How they worked together, much as their own hunting parties did, but not all of them held a weapon. One held a staff and wove magics strange to Kiba as she healed her wounded comrade. Risking further punishment, he approached their camp when the battle was done, and spoke to their healer. Just as important to the team was she as their sword swinging ally, equal in value to the black mage's destructive spells. Kiba was captivated. New Gridania, she told him, and he whispered the name into his memory every day after that.
He was caught sneaking back to his tribe, and his punishment was lenient due to the fact they considered him so weak. They laughed at his desires. "Wounds create scars so that we may remember and show our courage!" They told him, thudding fist against chest. "Only the weak succumb to illness and to die in battle is an honour for all!" When the time came, Kiba walked the span of the Azim Steppe and bartered passage across the waters. With what little coin he had, he boarded a wagon bound for New Gridania. It was time for his story to begin...