AGE:29
Eye Color:nearly black
Height:6'8"
Place of Birth: Torvaldsland
Caste:Scarlet
Position in City:Weapons Master/Captain of the Guards/Raid Captain/Head Rarius Instructor
Weapons:Has Mastered all Gorean weapons, but favours the *canhapis(Tomahawks):6 custom made Hawks of blue steel, length of 3 feet apiece, razor sharp heads, light enough to be a lethal missle weapon, carried upon a special belt around His waist
Languages:Gorean, Red Savage, English
Special Skills:tracker, sleen trainer, kaiila trainer
Items owned:a beautiful sable War Tarn with Steel Shod Talons(named Tatekohomni -whirlwind-), 4 kaiila but only One trained as of now(named Danawa -WAR-), 2 guard sleens, 2 tracking sleens, matching set of bluesteel swords- a great, a long and a short, with stained temwood grips twined with a thin silver wire, brass crossguard and pommel, etched and inlaid with silver, all in black boskhide scabbards(In the pommels of the swords are hidden knives, 2 killing knives in the great, a throwing dagger in the long and a small barbed quiva in the short. There is a groove carved into the handles just even with the thumb, where the groove widens, by digging Your thumbnail into it and it releases the knives), 12 foot long double ended/double bladed bluesteel spear, many other miscellaneous items
HISTORY
.. the icy winds whip at your form tearing at your exposed flesh... the temperature dropping every step you take
.. the snow blinding your vision enabling your sense of direction... everywhere you look nothing
but ice and blinding snow covered mountains... unable to trek much further.. the snow deepens beneath
you.. as you wade to your hips in this deep, torturous terrain..
... this is what MVR remembers.. the coldness.. the wicked taste of needing to survive.. growing up in the North.. always weary of a kurii raid.. or
just an act of nature bearing its deadly coldness upon Any..
... at a very young age Both His parents died.. His Father and Mother both unknown to Him as He has searched His memory countless of times for hours
to days.. to weeks... endless amounts of time... growing up . Madvin.. was taken in by the camp of His Father and His Family name... RAL .. . a very
intense.. eager... curious... fearless young man.. never knowing the meaning of quit nor defeat.. the North bred within Him.. the toughness and the
sense of survival embedded deep into His soul ... .this He recieved from His Father...
.. growing older.. and venturing on from the North.after many years of training and learning how to fight and raid.. how to kill kurii to how to stay
alive while fighting kurii .. Madvin followed what burned in His heart.. the place His Mother called home... . the Wild Barrens...*"Though I die it is true the sun will blaze in the sky. Though I die it is true the grass will grow. Though I die it is true the kailiauk will come when the grass is high." (Blood Brotehrs of Gor, p.239)*
finding His way back to the barrens.. and to the tribe of the Fleer Savages.. .the Tribe of His Mother.. . being taken into the Tribe as Savage blood
does run thru His veins.... here.. Madvin learned the ways of survival on the barrens..the way of the kailiauk/pte.. finding His guiding Spirit with
the Great Spirit Wambli, the Great Herlit messenger of the spirits, came to Him the day He was taken to the sweat lodge.. showing Him a vision of great strength, pride and leadership..
.. continuing His intense way of life upon the barrens and with the Fleer.. Madvin Mastered the many weapons of the Savages.. especially that of the *canhapis(tomahawks)..
.. maturing quickly.. Madvin had lived His life to its full extent with the Savages.. it was time once more to move on...and venture.. trying to solve His own mysteries..
trying to come to terms with His own demons.. .. Madvin left and learned from His Fathers ways and life as He lived it.. and lived and learned the ways of His Mother and the Savage ways.
.. full of wisdom.. spiritual strength.. an inner fire that rages full of intense strength and knowledge.. taking and defeating all that life threw in His path.. never backing from a fight
nor succumbing to weaknesses as self-pity, temptation and so forth.. .MVR was true.. a true Warrior in His own right.. feeling the death grip of the North.. to the endless and torturous wild of
the barrens.. Madvin grew strong.. knowledged and capable of anything... . with His strong steel clad spirit and His "rock hard" body.. Madvin ventured into the Voltai mountains.. and something
there.. changed His life.. for good.. ....
.. the beauty and innocence of a true gorean kajira.. came to life before His eyes.. BUT.. the one kolared did not belong as so.. indeed the grace and amazing style.. the perfection of beauty. but..
the iron will of a Free Women.. is what Madvin sensed.. and upon this.. without hesitation nor any allowance.. He shed her from her kolar and returned her to the freedom she came from .. and this..
became the time.. MVR.. fell in love.. the One... . the beautiful and talented Siri Bladequick .. as time passed along.. they FC'd and remain very close and very much in love..within this bond of love..
Madvin.. regained a possession He thought He lost years back.. a young woman.. who's only goal and desire is to serve and honour Him.. this precious pet of His.. ~mynx~.. a true Gorean kajira .
.. the urgence of finding a home that would accept His aggressiveness.. His wisdom.. His natural leadership.. was in need.. many Stones yearn for One such as MVR. but only One accepted ALL that He is
and allows Him to do what He feels is right.. . indeed... great respect and tight bonds come from Madvin.. if You happen to be on His side of the Steel .. the Stone that accepted such a Fierce Gorean Warrior
.. the Greatest City on Gor.. the City of AR. .... and in this Stone.. MVR.. shone His talents.. beating ALL upon the sands of the pit ... gaining First Shield responsibilites.. then being granted Second Sword
while training ALL Warriors of the City of AR .... laying His life on the line for the Great Ubar Ivars.. and finally given the rightful title which indeed belonged to Him.. "Weapon Master/Captain of the Guards".. no
Other matches His fierceness nor His talent within the pit.. or upon a raid.... His heart beats true .. for His City and His life.. Siri Bladequick Ral ... for only Steel leads Him.. Honour follows Him.. Death guards Him..
and Pride.. lives within Him... .
.. the saga continues.. as two Ral Brothers remain.. and soon one day.. the Ral Family name shall once more.. ring true.. and live strongly again.. . but till this day... ....M V R.... holds His head high.. proudly.. His dark eyes..
deep with black fire.. long raven hair cascades down His back... His towering form stretches over so Many... His skill unmatched.. His intensity.. unknown to ever exist in anyOther.. He is death.. life.. honour and pride ... a heart
that beats and draws Others to Him.. to follow Him.. to Clash Steel with Him side by side.. the venture continues.. the legend shall never die.. .
Hair Color:raven and long
Weight:260 lbs.(very defined physique)
Family:unknown names but Father was a Jarl during the Kurii Wars in the North, Mother was a Red
Savage, supposedly Both perished immediately after the wars, 2 Brothers unknown but
supposedly carrying the Ral name as well
:Free Companionship with Siri Bladequick Ral, Head Physician of the City
:kajira - mynx
:adopted Sister Crystal Darkstar
:Ones considered to be Brothers - Dmitri/C'am Jo'Sephe