Mogul Kamir

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  • Name: Mogul Kamir
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Sprockamite
  • Nicknames: Spearmaster, Khan
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Barbarian, Mounted Warrior
  • Alignment: Neutral Evil
  • Deity: Tengri
  • Age: 31
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Well-toned
  • Height: 6'7"
  • Weight: 232 lbs.
  • Complexion: Olive skin, regularly dirty
  • Hair: Ragged and Black
  • Eyes: Dark Green, though one is entirely white due to blindness
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Scars: Various
  • Personality: Kamir is proud and aloof except in battle, when he turns into a snarling daredevil oblivious to mortal danger. Kamir is a cunning ally who has the ability to turn the tide of battle with a single charge.

• Description

  
  
  Kamir is a man of broad, imposing features, standing taller than the normal man. The young warrior bears a massive mane of ragged, black hair atop his scalp, that cascades down to his shoulders, brushing against large muscles, built over a decade of near-constant warring. Although it is difficult to find Kamir not wearing armor, it is not impossible, during various rituals, the powerful Khan would strip down to a pair of woven trousers, revealing a body littered with muscles, scars and tribal tattoos.
  
  
  
  Although he isn't impossibly hard to look at, he's not among those to be considered handsome or otherwise attractive. A number of scars run across his face and for that matter entire body, some which have been adorned with necessary tribal tattoos and were even burned to ensure the longest life for the aforementioned. Among the more attractive features in Kamir's body lie his face, which has a thin nose, a pair of squinted eyes and well-marked and sleek features. There are signs of an impending beard though it is yet to flourish to it's inherent magnificence.

• Biography

  Mogul Kamir was born to a life of, one could say, luxury. At least for his people, the ability to enjoy the finest of the tribe's wine and food, the young Kamir was none other than the descendant of the Mongolian tribe's very own, well-respect Khan. His years of youth were spent in preparation for the trials to come as any warrior of the tribe would eventually find himself amidst a great field of battle, combating dozens of enemies at a time, alone or otherwise.
  
  During Kamir's upbringing many expected the young one to bring a time of endless warfare, endless victories, endless concubines and wine, endless conquer. And the child did seem to promise such states of perpetual violence. Trained under the greatest of the tribe's riders, To'Jara and Harhwa, he became as proficient with a spear as he was riding atop a mighty steed's back. The child was taught in politics by his father, the Khan, philosophy by his adoptive mother, as his blood mother was merely a nameless concubine of the Khan's harem.
  
  Kamir was inherently a genius, by tribal standards, understanding most topics taught to him in the moment that the words were spoken, it wasn't long before he exceeded even his father in respect. And this caused a huge problem in tribe. With a growing base of followers, the already adolescent Kamir had become a threat to his father's own time as a Khan, fearing to be usurped from power before his time, the Khan attempted, various times to rid himself of the growing child. Various assassins from other countries came and died at the teenager's hand, clumsy folk purchased for the lowest price, the tribe went to war, again and again at the cause of these attacks and Kamir was faced with suicidal missions. Though every single attempt was met with a retaliation from his son, the Khan was faced with only one option.
  
  The Khan created the perfect trap, luring Kamir to his hut with the promise of a lesson in ritual duels, the khan intended to use the teachings of their sky-god against the young threat. Once entering, Kamir was greeted only by a dying concubine who had been gagged, bound, raped and stabbed multiple times. The Khan feigned returning to his hut, quickly exclaiming the unlawful murder of the one of the Khan's harem. This went again the sky-gods code, as violence within the tribe had to be done under the watchful eye of the aforementioned deity, in a ritual duel. Kamir was immediately blamed and ousted from the village.
  
  Alone and betrayed, the fledgeling khan was left with a narrow path infront of him, incapable of doing much other than moving onwards, he simply mounted his horse and galloped on. Back in the tribe, turmoil quickly rose after the banishment of the favored son. The Rough Riders, the militant caste of the tribe began to notice the faults in the Khan's plot, an investigation of sorts began, the illiterate rough riders sifted through various scrolls in the Khan's gigantic hut, however, despite holding crucial documents in their hands, they did not make much progress, until one, very unexpected figure rose to aid them. Kamir's neglected blood-mother had the ability to read and comprehend the scrolls, which, after being ravaged by the warriors multiple times, she actually managed. The Khan's plan unveiled, it wasn't long before these warriors and whore were being stalked by multiple assassins.
  
  Kamir, now going under the name of Mogul Kamir as a sign of independence, had already been assigned the leader of a tribe caught in a perpetual, yet petty conflict with others. Kamir quickly showed these fledgeling tribes the concept of total war, he burned crops, slaughtered entire villages and became feared across all of the separate tribes, eventually, the entirety of the region came under Kamir's command, however this was not much, considering the tribes were mostly untrained warriors, illiterate and dumb. Weaklings, by all standards. However, it would be enough, with his new army, Kamir quickly retraced his steps and found himself returning to his village.
  
  Meanwhile in the village, there was nothing short of absolute chaos. Many men sided with the Khan, who proclaimed himself a messenger of their Sky-god, but the military caste was armed and dangerous. Most women sided with the men, outraged at the Khan's murder of the concubine. A war of sorts ensued, more along the lines of a slaughter, with the Rough Riders doing the slaughtering, all was cut short as an opposing army, which had been scouting out the village ever since their Assassin had been slain, charged, the separated tribe did not stand a chance. The Rough Riders did what they could, however, caught completely by surprised, they were easily defeated...
  
  The table of power turned easily however, and they would, as Mogul Kamir, Warlord of the Rough Riders brought his army composed of unified tribes to the site, summoning his father and the leader of the unknown army, whom called himself At'la. The self-proclaimed warlord issued a challenge for a three-way duel to the death, the winner would remain alive, with all three armies under his mantle. At'la nodded quickly, accepting the challenge without a second through, Kamir's father however, hesitated, unprepared to face two great warriors in combat. With no other option, the old Khan accepted, sealing his fate.
  
  An emotionally perturbed Kamir, filled with rage and anger. A powerful, imposing and veteran At'la, prepared to avenge his fallen assassin, and a weakened, old, yet cunning Khan. The stage was set, the sun was setting and the battle would begin. It would be Kamir's greatest trial as he prepared himself, he thought only of his father's betrayal, completely dismissing the veteran warrior, At'la, despite the grave threat he posed. The battle began and it would last hours as the three warriors seemed on par with each other, the three armies watched on in great suspense as the battle dragged out throughout the entirety of the night. The three warriors exchanged blows evenly and there was not a single sign of anyone gaining the upper hand any time soon.
  
  Kamir's intense rage proved too great for the old Khan, the invigorated young man charged again and again, not often trading blows with the third warrior, At'la. Despite this, the Khan was more focused on At'la, whilst At'la was focused on the greater threat posed by Kamir. The vicious cycle began as they would each parry away blows from each other, essentially each of them was under the protection of another and it wasn't until Kamir finally broke the chain and stroke at At'la that a real fight commenced. Even without each other's protection each warrior was evenly matched, all were equally cunning and all were equally powerful. Albeit, Kamir had one adventage over the other two and it was a simple one, age. The sun's rise began on the horizon, where once the dark of the night ruled the sun's bright rays now illuminated the clear blue skies as the battle dragged on underneath the powerful heat of the sun. However something had change, At'la's and the Khan's strength had diminished greatly, as they did not have the simple energy than the young Kamir possessed. The Khan was the first one to be felled, Kamir dug both his blades into the man's stomach, claiming his vengeance and decapitating him afterwards with a swift movement, to him the fight ended here and he finally relaxed, however this gave At'la enough time to strike, his blade digging deep into Kamir's skin as it dragged across his eye, blood quickly sprayed over the green grass as Kamir stumbled onto his knees, feeling life being grasped away from him, the young rider had come to his end.
  
  But Kamir's life did not end here, At'la saw much promise in the young warrior, instead of delivering a finishing blow, he was salvaged, tended to by At'la greatest healers and reinvigorated. But then, in an unorthodox fashion of attempting to breed the young man's prowess, At'la banished him to the adjacent country of China. There Kamir would learn patience, honor and earn his name as a great warrior, or die in the process. Kamir did not depart alone, the Rough Riders followed him wholeheartedly, with his base of followers, Kamir, Great Khan of the Rough Riders, would embark on a great journey to the ancient lands of China.