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Behold the marvelous, spectacular and fantabulous who drew and colored this app you see before you. I can not draw the mens so she took my chibi and manified him.

Name: Tariq

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Camel
Tribe: Hyena

Height: 6'8
Eye Color: Yellow/Orange

Appearance: Tall, skinny and tanned by the sun. His eyes are a soft blue, with one partially blind and almost useless unless he’s right on top of what he’s looking at. Shaggy, sun bleached hair that at the back, travels down his neck and ends at his shoulderblades. He’s riddled with numerous scars, most notably one on his face, the reason he’s partially blind. His clothes are a jumbled mess, proof of his inability to find a place and settle down.

Weapon: Bare handed kick boxer/melee fighter

Personality: He’s not so much arrogant as he is confident. He’s lazy, not easily wound up and loves to nap. despite not being able to see as well as most people he makes up for it by being very observant. He’s not too bright however and is often a bit lost during certain conversations as he spaces out on you. But, if riled up enough watch out, he won’t be satisfied till he’s pummeled something or someone.

He’s guarded with his past and will steer topics around it so something else, but he will tell stories of his escapades, leaving out key details. He likes to nap and can be found snoozing lightly just about anywhere. He doesn’t need to eat or drink much and will go days without doing so. He does like cactus juice though and will happily drink that when he can get his hands on it.

Ants are his mortal enemy. If he sees an ant hill or mound he will destroy it. Probably light it on fire if possible and mutter all kinds of curses upon their species. That being said he also has a tendency to be a little insane. Nothing violent, but sometimes what he says and does isn't something you could call normal. If you ask why he’s acting that way, he’ll give you a weird answer or turn it into a question.

He also kinda stinks, nothing gag worthy, but he’s sees bathing as an occasional thing, not a ritual. He spits as well, and usually has some kind of smokes in his mouth. He does not like seeing sick people, he hates it.

Likes: Hot and dry weather, hyenas, the ladies, working on his smithing skills,

Dislikes: Ants, tigers

Tariq grew up in a bad situation, a broken household. He had two younger siblings and one older one. Their land was ravaged by war and over time his single mother fell ill with a disease that had come with the violence. He lost not only his mother but also his younger siblings and barely made it out himself.

Eventually he found himself on his own, his elder brother leaving him for dead once it looked like all hope was gone. He was taken in by some slavers who’d gone across the countryside, picking up what was left from the battles. He grew up with hard, unforgiving work, toiling throughout his childhood and into his teen years. At seventeen though his place of residence was attacked, allowing him and others to flee. He wandered alone before finding a group of bandits and that was when his life finally began. People, just like him,people who no longer had the capacity to care for anyone but themselves. For the first time since he’d lost his family, he felt a connection, a bond. It was a rag tag group of 8 or so bandits, all hailing from different places. Mostly it was hyenas. But there was a few others, like a pretty gazelle woman he was rather keen on and a young, but abrasive fennec fox. They became people he could speak with, vent his troubles and laugh at. They were a tight knit group, fair in their line of work. Children were never to be killed, and if people gave up their belongings with no resistance they’d not kill.

About 6 years into their beautiful rag tag team though he suddenly found himself double crossed. He had no words for how this had happened. He was put on trial, for killing a man, one he’d been ordered to kill. Turned out he’d been someone important, not just a guy to steal from. Turned out he’d gotten too hot and heavy with the gazelle and the leader of the outfit, a jealous tiger had set him up to fall.

His punishment was a slow death by sun and desert ants. He was drugged and stuck into a hole in the ground and left to die. He managed to survive by a miracle, a freak storm washed away the dirt enough for him to climb out. But not before days of fighting off ants that had bitten all over him.

He wandered alone for a few months before stumbling into Arhzung after crossing the desert. Tiberius found him and after a small chat he decided to put his lot in with them and see what happened.

Extra Info:

- He enjoys making treks into the desert

- Can go days without eating or drinking

- Dislikes having his tail touched. It's small and hard to see, but terribly sensitive don't touch it. Yes you. Don't even think about it.

- That multicolored garment under some of his clothing is a Jewish Prayer cloth I seen while watching the Fiddler on the Roof. I liked it so much I stuck it on him~

- He's a blacksmith who specializes in weapons~

Description

Behold the marvelous, spectacular and fantabulous who drew and colored this app you see before you. I can not draw the mens so she took my chibi and manified him.

Name: Tariq

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Camel
Tribe: Hyena

Height: 6'8
Eye Color: Yellow/Orange

Appearance: Tall, skinny and tanned by the sun. His eyes are a soft blue, with one partially blind and almost useless unless he’s right on top of what he’s looking at. Shaggy, sun bleached hair that at the back, travels down his neck and ends at his shoulderblades. He’s riddled with numerous scars, most notably one on his face, the reason he’s partially blind. His clothes are a jumbled mess, proof of his inability to find a place and settle down.

Weapon: Bare handed kick boxer/melee fighter

Personality: He’s not so much arrogant as he is confident. He’s lazy, not easily wound up and loves to nap. despite not being able to see as well as most people he makes up for it by being very observant. He’s not too bright however and is often a bit lost during certain conversations as he spaces out on you. But, if riled up enough watch out, he won’t be satisfied till he’s pummeled something or someone.

He’s guarded with his past and will steer topics around it so something else, but he will tell stories of his escapades, leaving out key details. He likes to nap and can be found snoozing lightly just about anywhere. He doesn’t need to eat or drink much and will go days without doing so. He does like cactus juice though and will happily drink that when he can get his hands on it.

Ants are his mortal enemy. If he sees an ant hill or mound he will destroy it. Probably light it on fire if possible and mutter all kinds of curses upon their species. That being said he also has a tendency to be a little insane. Nothing violent, but sometimes what he says and does isn't something you could call normal. If you ask why he’s acting that way, he’ll give you a weird answer or turn it into a question.

He also kinda stinks, nothing gag worthy, but he’s sees bathing as an occasional thing, not a ritual. He spits as well, and usually has some kind of smokes in his mouth. He does not like seeing sick people, he hates it.

Likes: Hot and dry weather, hyenas, the ladies, working on his smithing skills,

Dislikes: Ants, tigers

Tariq grew up in a bad situation, a broken household. He had two younger siblings and one older one. Their land was ravaged by war and over time his single mother fell ill with a disease that had come with the violence. He lost not only his mother but also his younger siblings and barely made it out himself.

Eventually he found himself on his own, his elder brother leaving him for dead once it looked like all hope was gone. He was taken in by some slavers who’d gone across the countryside, picking up what was left from the battles. He grew up with hard, unforgiving work, toiling throughout his childhood and into his teen years. At seventeen though his place of residence was attacked, allowing him and others to flee. He wandered alone before finding a group of bandits and that was when his life finally began. People, just like him,people who no longer had the capacity to care for anyone but themselves. For the first time since he’d lost his family, he felt a connection, a bond. It was a rag tag group of 8 or so bandits, all hailing from different places. Mostly it was hyenas. But there was a few others, like a pretty gazelle woman he was rather keen on and a young, but abrasive fennec fox. They became people he could speak with, vent his troubles and laugh at. They were a tight knit group, fair in their line of work. Children were never to be killed, and if people gave up their belongings with no resistance they’d not kill.

About 6 years into their beautiful rag tag team though he suddenly found himself double crossed. He had no words for how this had happened. He was put on trial, for killing a man, one he’d been ordered to kill. Turned out he’d been someone important, not just a guy to steal from. Turned out he’d gotten too hot and heavy with the gazelle and the leader of the outfit, a jealous tiger had set him up to fall.

His punishment was a slow death by sun and desert ants. He was drugged and stuck into a hole in the ground and left to die. He managed to survive by a miracle, a freak storm washed away the dirt enough for him to climb out. But not before days of fighting off ants that had bitten all over him.

He wandered alone for a few months before stumbling into Arhzung after crossing the desert. Tiberius found him and after a small chat he decided to put his lot in with them and see what happened.

Extra Info:

- He enjoys making treks into the desert

- Can go days without eating or drinking

- Dislikes having his tail touched. It's small and hard to see, but terribly sensitive don't touch it. Yes you. Don't even think about it.

- That multicolored garment under some of his clothing is a Jewish Prayer cloth I seen while watching the Fiddler on the Roof. I liked it so much I stuck it on him~

- He's a blacksmith who specializes in weapons~