Post by MShepherd on Aug 12, 2015 1:55:54 GMT
Name: Matthew Shepherd
Age: 21
Nationality: Sarranid
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Facial Markings:
Skin Color: Light Shade of Arabesque
Height: 5'8
Weight: 170
Build: Lean
Body Markings: Two Whiplash Scars: Both on the right side of the body. One on the back below the Shoulder. One on the right side of the Pectoral.
Interests: Theology, Peace, Taking Responsibility of Leadership,Women, Horseback Riding, Tourneys, Herding (Particularly Sheep, or Camel). Feasts and Congregations, Honey.
Dislikes: Drinking, Bigitory, Injustice, War, Banditry, Trangressment of those who rebel and cause harm to others.
Strengths: Humble, Intelligent, Forgiving to others, Persistent in completing the task at hand, Good Sense of Humor, Curious of Unknown, Honor to his Family, Religious Views, Home, and Culture
Weaknesses: Timid when it comes to women, but tries to collect himself while talking to them, Sometimes Too Forgiving, His Curiosity sometimes leads Matthew into Dangerous positions. Slight Depression of loneliness from Childhood Trauma
Skills: A Herdsmen for Sheep and Camels, Sword fighting Self-Defense as well to hand to hand, Horseback Riding, Astute in acting in Leadership roles.
Fears: Loneliness, Whips.
Profession: Herdsman,Horseman
Background/History:
Path of Righteousness
When one hears the Name Matthew with out any contextual knowledge, one would assume: White, Rhodok, Rich University Student, or Noble, who has no correlation with peasantry. One and a half of all those assumptions are right, to an extent me, Matthew Shepherd: I was White or a rather lighter child compared to his Sandy bretheran in Shariz. Now all that said, I was still a nice shade of Arabesque, yet I did not fit in well with some of the higher and more prestigious children of wealthy Merchants and Nobles. It was how they were raised and were taught how to act. My Father was a Honorable man respected from my mother and I, to Righteous Nobles and Clerics beginning as a Shepherd into a Slightly smaller, yet thanks to a Nobles word, trusted and Locally known Materials and Clothing Merchant. My Mother, a Former Rhodok,Unlike my Father,converted into Islam after multiple years of interaction with others in The Sarranid Sultanate and my father, gave me most of my knowledge of Literacy and God, when my father was able to spend time with me. She constructed my path of righteousness with my brothers, Yusuf, Zachariah, And Yahya.
The Sheep
My parents never put a finger on me, yet gave me a punishment that was fair and just: Herding Sheep after eating. Clumsy, Lazy, Carefree and above all, Stubborn. I waited Hours and built character and a connection with Them. They did not judge my looks or Color, they were just affectionate that they had someone taking care of them and guiding them towards there home and to the fields where they just look dumbly at the sky, In front of them, or at each other. They did it for Hours until I snapped and started talking to them as if they understood what I was saying to them, whether it was a cute girl giggling at me or staring me down through her eyes, I had someone to talk to, friends were very scarce especially girls, until my parents gave me the punishment or rather, the gift of my Flock.
Trials and Tribulations
Right after the Morning Prayer, the Sheep would usually begin to gather once again at the entrance of back door. Waiting for food, petting, and a walk to an area that would result in one of the sheep getting stuck and I needing to haul It's stubborn fluffy butt out of the obstacle. Nothing.. I get off my prayer mat, open the door to see a horrid sight. Slashed and gutted open sheep carcass' everywhere. I run to my parents like a child screaming, yet no one is there. My brothers from the outside rush in screaming my name in their thick accent "Matthew! They are getting away! Where is our horse? Al- Aswad?" Shouted Yahya. "Yusuf will take him, but where is he?" He continued. "Where? Who!" I screamed "My Sheep?" I gasped in horror "Damnit, Matthew! They took Mother! Not our sheep!" I became light headed and nauseous. "Wher- Where" I said sickly "No, Matthews! You are our youngest brother! Father will kill us!" Yahya explained "Please, My brother! She is OUR mother!" I begged. He replied mournfully as he keeled in grief with one hand covering his face "They were Mountain Bandits from the south of Shariz, don't do it Matthews, you are unprotected and we have one horse!"
"Do not worry nor grieve my brother, I have our lord as my protection." I replied calmly as I ran to Al-Aswad. He was startled from before as he heard the shrieks of the Slaughtered Sheep. "Hey, hey, easy my friend" as I put my hand below his eye, brushing his jaw. "We both are scared, huh?" I said sympathetically, "I have to save my Mother, and by God you will be brave for me to ride you to our enemies." I said with conviction. I saddled and rode to see my old and frail father already arriving being consoled by Yusuf and Zacheriah. My fathers old Saber, handed down from his father and his fathers father from wars I never learned about but knew about from stories. Engraved with Calligraphy, it was a beauty to behold with out the blood that would soon blanket it.
Mercy
The camp was not hard to find due to the fact that an angry mob of men did some damage to the bandits leaving cloth and blood trails to a Rocky region the children of Shariz use to call "Crosslands". The toughest of boys would last only a few seconds before being frightened by the old wooden crosses and uprising population of crows that plagued that area. It was too hard for Al-Aswad to climb. I let him go back home by giving him a small swat, signalling his time to leave. As I ventured through the rocky hill. Upon reaching it, the So called "Barren Crosses" was something I wish was true and still haunts me to this day, as I saw my Mother as one of the victims being crucified as I watched. Others lined up before her as I was too late to save them, seeing their chests slashed letting the blood gush. I did what any man would do to keep them away from my loved ones. I ran up to them and yelled with my sword ready giving them all a one way visit to hell. They did stop, until they realized it was just me, one man Matthew Shepherd against a laughing group of bandits. I charged angrily slashing and hacking my way through the poacher was hurting my mother, until i cut his neck, slitting it, not even letting him choke as i beat him with my hands until i regained hearing of my mother screaming "No, Matthew stop it!" I stopped confused and rushed to her undoing her ties. Grabbing her and placing her down until she screamed again "Don't hurt my son!" I didn't understand until I heard the "Whack!" and shortly after a painful sizzling sting! I wrapped my body covering my mother until she had enough and pushed me out of the way letting her take the punishment. The hot sand burned my lash as I laid hearing bloodcurdling cried until I got up I ran into the "Whack" in front of me did not care as I charged to the Lasher and tackled him as I wrapped the glass embedded whip into his neck as I choked him to his demise. I finished it, running to my mother, as she laid lifeless. Grabbing her softly crying "I did it, come on, Father and Yahya, and Zachariah, and Yusuf is waiting Mother!" No response. "Mother? Ma? Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone, I need you! I can- MOTHER! Stop! Don't talk! Just breathe, I will get Al-Asw- No i let him go! I let him GO! I DID THIS, Mother ple-"
"Don't be worried, and don't be scared, no one deserves this to happen. My beautiful boy, I forgive you, I forgive them, have Mercy in your heart, and give glad tidings to those who wishes for peace as well as those who do not. Please my son, do not forget our lord, do not forget your Culture, do not forget me. Do not grieve. I will see you again." She smiled faintly "Faith, Matthew.. Faith" she laid there, smiling as she died. It became nightfall, I untied all the bodies on the crosses, and buried them respectfully. All had signs of who they were, I knew them all, I even buried my Mother there. As the sun began to rise and I finished my prayers. I went back to shariz to find Al-Aswad in the stables being tendered by Zachariah, I slipped passed him with my note and placed it in my fathers study of what had happened and what I was going to do. I left my home. For the sake of honor I wrote that letter, but I was to much of a coward to show my face to them. As I left I promised to do what my Mother said as well as what should be done, take out those who cause injustice among the weak, whether a Bandit or a King, there will be no escape from righteousness, but be forgiving, and guide them towards a better path if they see the fault they did. That is what I will do, when I reach my new home, Glunmar.
Equipment: Sarranid Orange Mail Armor(Great Grand Fathers), Mail Coif or Kuffiyea (Great Grand Fathers), Horseman Shield with Arabic Calligraphy simillar to the Sabre (GreatGrandFathers), Handcrafted Sabre with Arabic Calligraphy Professionally Engraved(Great Grand Fathers), Desert Horse named Sareyah (abandoned in the desert, Matthew took him to his tent, nursing him till he found good use of the fast horse) (Meaning Quick in Arabic)
Age: 21
Nationality: Sarranid
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Facial Markings:
Skin Color: Light Shade of Arabesque
Height: 5'8
Weight: 170
Build: Lean
Body Markings: Two Whiplash Scars: Both on the right side of the body. One on the back below the Shoulder. One on the right side of the Pectoral.
Interests: Theology, Peace, Taking Responsibility of Leadership,Women, Horseback Riding, Tourneys, Herding (Particularly Sheep, or Camel). Feasts and Congregations, Honey.
Dislikes: Drinking, Bigitory, Injustice, War, Banditry, Trangressment of those who rebel and cause harm to others.
Strengths: Humble, Intelligent, Forgiving to others, Persistent in completing the task at hand, Good Sense of Humor, Curious of Unknown, Honor to his Family, Religious Views, Home, and Culture
Weaknesses: Timid when it comes to women, but tries to collect himself while talking to them, Sometimes Too Forgiving, His Curiosity sometimes leads Matthew into Dangerous positions. Slight Depression of loneliness from Childhood Trauma
Skills: A Herdsmen for Sheep and Camels, Sword fighting Self-Defense as well to hand to hand, Horseback Riding, Astute in acting in Leadership roles.
Fears: Loneliness, Whips.
Profession: Herdsman,Horseman
Background/History:
Path of Righteousness
When one hears the Name Matthew with out any contextual knowledge, one would assume: White, Rhodok, Rich University Student, or Noble, who has no correlation with peasantry. One and a half of all those assumptions are right, to an extent me, Matthew Shepherd: I was White or a rather lighter child compared to his Sandy bretheran in Shariz. Now all that said, I was still a nice shade of Arabesque, yet I did not fit in well with some of the higher and more prestigious children of wealthy Merchants and Nobles. It was how they were raised and were taught how to act. My Father was a Honorable man respected from my mother and I, to Righteous Nobles and Clerics beginning as a Shepherd into a Slightly smaller, yet thanks to a Nobles word, trusted and Locally known Materials and Clothing Merchant. My Mother, a Former Rhodok,Unlike my Father,converted into Islam after multiple years of interaction with others in The Sarranid Sultanate and my father, gave me most of my knowledge of Literacy and God, when my father was able to spend time with me. She constructed my path of righteousness with my brothers, Yusuf, Zachariah, And Yahya.
The Sheep
My parents never put a finger on me, yet gave me a punishment that was fair and just: Herding Sheep after eating. Clumsy, Lazy, Carefree and above all, Stubborn. I waited Hours and built character and a connection with Them. They did not judge my looks or Color, they were just affectionate that they had someone taking care of them and guiding them towards there home and to the fields where they just look dumbly at the sky, In front of them, or at each other. They did it for Hours until I snapped and started talking to them as if they understood what I was saying to them, whether it was a cute girl giggling at me or staring me down through her eyes, I had someone to talk to, friends were very scarce especially girls, until my parents gave me the punishment or rather, the gift of my Flock.
Trials and Tribulations
Right after the Morning Prayer, the Sheep would usually begin to gather once again at the entrance of back door. Waiting for food, petting, and a walk to an area that would result in one of the sheep getting stuck and I needing to haul It's stubborn fluffy butt out of the obstacle. Nothing.. I get off my prayer mat, open the door to see a horrid sight. Slashed and gutted open sheep carcass' everywhere. I run to my parents like a child screaming, yet no one is there. My brothers from the outside rush in screaming my name in their thick accent "Matthew! They are getting away! Where is our horse? Al- Aswad?" Shouted Yahya. "Yusuf will take him, but where is he?" He continued. "Where? Who!" I screamed "My Sheep?" I gasped in horror "Damnit, Matthew! They took Mother! Not our sheep!" I became light headed and nauseous. "Wher- Where" I said sickly "No, Matthews! You are our youngest brother! Father will kill us!" Yahya explained "Please, My brother! She is OUR mother!" I begged. He replied mournfully as he keeled in grief with one hand covering his face "They were Mountain Bandits from the south of Shariz, don't do it Matthews, you are unprotected and we have one horse!"
"Do not worry nor grieve my brother, I have our lord as my protection." I replied calmly as I ran to Al-Aswad. He was startled from before as he heard the shrieks of the Slaughtered Sheep. "Hey, hey, easy my friend" as I put my hand below his eye, brushing his jaw. "We both are scared, huh?" I said sympathetically, "I have to save my Mother, and by God you will be brave for me to ride you to our enemies." I said with conviction. I saddled and rode to see my old and frail father already arriving being consoled by Yusuf and Zacheriah. My fathers old Saber, handed down from his father and his fathers father from wars I never learned about but knew about from stories. Engraved with Calligraphy, it was a beauty to behold with out the blood that would soon blanket it.
Mercy
The camp was not hard to find due to the fact that an angry mob of men did some damage to the bandits leaving cloth and blood trails to a Rocky region the children of Shariz use to call "Crosslands". The toughest of boys would last only a few seconds before being frightened by the old wooden crosses and uprising population of crows that plagued that area. It was too hard for Al-Aswad to climb. I let him go back home by giving him a small swat, signalling his time to leave. As I ventured through the rocky hill. Upon reaching it, the So called "Barren Crosses" was something I wish was true and still haunts me to this day, as I saw my Mother as one of the victims being crucified as I watched. Others lined up before her as I was too late to save them, seeing their chests slashed letting the blood gush. I did what any man would do to keep them away from my loved ones. I ran up to them and yelled with my sword ready giving them all a one way visit to hell. They did stop, until they realized it was just me, one man Matthew Shepherd against a laughing group of bandits. I charged angrily slashing and hacking my way through the poacher was hurting my mother, until i cut his neck, slitting it, not even letting him choke as i beat him with my hands until i regained hearing of my mother screaming "No, Matthew stop it!" I stopped confused and rushed to her undoing her ties. Grabbing her and placing her down until she screamed again "Don't hurt my son!" I didn't understand until I heard the "Whack!" and shortly after a painful sizzling sting! I wrapped my body covering my mother until she had enough and pushed me out of the way letting her take the punishment. The hot sand burned my lash as I laid hearing bloodcurdling cried until I got up I ran into the "Whack" in front of me did not care as I charged to the Lasher and tackled him as I wrapped the glass embedded whip into his neck as I choked him to his demise. I finished it, running to my mother, as she laid lifeless. Grabbing her softly crying "I did it, come on, Father and Yahya, and Zachariah, and Yusuf is waiting Mother!" No response. "Mother? Ma? Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone, I need you! I can- MOTHER! Stop! Don't talk! Just breathe, I will get Al-Asw- No i let him go! I let him GO! I DID THIS, Mother ple-"
"Don't be worried, and don't be scared, no one deserves this to happen. My beautiful boy, I forgive you, I forgive them, have Mercy in your heart, and give glad tidings to those who wishes for peace as well as those who do not. Please my son, do not forget our lord, do not forget your Culture, do not forget me. Do not grieve. I will see you again." She smiled faintly "Faith, Matthew.. Faith" she laid there, smiling as she died. It became nightfall, I untied all the bodies on the crosses, and buried them respectfully. All had signs of who they were, I knew them all, I even buried my Mother there. As the sun began to rise and I finished my prayers. I went back to shariz to find Al-Aswad in the stables being tendered by Zachariah, I slipped passed him with my note and placed it in my fathers study of what had happened and what I was going to do. I left my home. For the sake of honor I wrote that letter, but I was to much of a coward to show my face to them. As I left I promised to do what my Mother said as well as what should be done, take out those who cause injustice among the weak, whether a Bandit or a King, there will be no escape from righteousness, but be forgiving, and guide them towards a better path if they see the fault they did. That is what I will do, when I reach my new home, Glunmar.
Equipment: Sarranid Orange Mail Armor(Great Grand Fathers), Mail Coif or Kuffiyea (Great Grand Fathers), Horseman Shield with Arabic Calligraphy simillar to the Sabre (GreatGrandFathers), Handcrafted Sabre with Arabic Calligraphy Professionally Engraved(Great Grand Fathers), Desert Horse named Sareyah (abandoned in the desert, Matthew took him to his tent, nursing him till he found good use of the fast horse) (Meaning Quick in Arabic)