Abdulkadir
(#60123269)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Courageous Warhorse
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.24 m
Wingspan
7.16 m
Weight
543.12 kg
Genetics
Coal
Skink
Skink
Blood
Trail
Trail
Gold
Peacock
Peacock
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
A Lesser craftsman in the lower echelons of society. His wings have been cut from his body, carved deep from his being so that there may not be hope of ever restoring them, leaving his back permanently marred by a maze of ugly scar tissue; it's the only thing allowing Abdulkadir to live in an Effluvial city right now, and he's not especially well known by his Greater kin.
He doesn't live an unhappy life, though. Despite this large loss of self, while it still does pain him, Kadir lives a contented life in Tranquil Crosswinds as a craftsman with his own home and workshop, talented with a lathe, wood carving tools and a basic smithy to make a range of products from simple decorative sculptures to bowls and furniture, as well as countless small metal supplies from nails and bolts to horseshoes and simple handtools. He's no weaponsmith and cannot forge a quality blade, however.
A genuine sweetheart and endlessly kind, the type to do good for the sake of good and because--well, if can help someone, why shouldn't he? He understands loss and the cruelty of others, and how it can be hard to ask for help; if you come to him, he will likely be willing to lend his aid.
Don't mistake kindness for weakness, though, if you've been in Ambrosium for more than a few seconds. He's not as easy to exploit as it seems and he does have his boundaries, even if it takes him for him to voice them on occassion.
For all his kindness, he will adapt and rise to the bait of teasing and banter, returning lighthearted jabs--sometimes you may need to read between the lines or look for double meanings in his speech, though, as he'll dress it up and sugar and sparkles.
Appearance notes ; somewhat darker sandy brown skin tone?? warm and welcoming, dark red eyes rimmed gold ; muscular dad bod ; lighter brown hair that goes gold at the ends, overall reddish tint, wavy - short, but long enough that if you try to pull it back you can give him a teeny tiny ponytail, goes super dark when wet
He doesn't live an unhappy life, though. Despite this large loss of self, while it still does pain him, Kadir lives a contented life in Tranquil Crosswinds as a craftsman with his own home and workshop, talented with a lathe, wood carving tools and a basic smithy to make a range of products from simple decorative sculptures to bowls and furniture, as well as countless small metal supplies from nails and bolts to horseshoes and simple handtools. He's no weaponsmith and cannot forge a quality blade, however.
A genuine sweetheart and endlessly kind, the type to do good for the sake of good and because--well, if can help someone, why shouldn't he? He understands loss and the cruelty of others, and how it can be hard to ask for help; if you come to him, he will likely be willing to lend his aid.
Don't mistake kindness for weakness, though, if you've been in Ambrosium for more than a few seconds. He's not as easy to exploit as it seems and he does have his boundaries, even if it takes him for him to voice them on occassion.
For all his kindness, he will adapt and rise to the bait of teasing and banter, returning lighthearted jabs--sometimes you may need to read between the lines or look for double meanings in his speech, though, as he'll dress it up and sugar and sparkles.
Appearance notes ; somewhat darker sandy brown skin tone?? warm and welcoming, dark red eyes rimmed gold ; muscular dad bod ; lighter brown hair that goes gold at the ends, overall reddish tint, wavy - short, but long enough that if you try to pull it back you can give him a teeny tiny ponytail, goes super dark when wet
Quote:
The give of wood under a sharp metal gouge and the creative freedom granted by turning a block of willow or a gnarled oak burl into a beautiful wooden vase or a sculpture or a wooden toy was a passion and joy unlike anything else to Abdulkadir. The shape taking form beneath his fingers every time was his alone, each piece unique and beautiful and finding its place on a sales display at the front of his workshop for someone else to come along and appreciate.
Kadir is putting a shellac finish on a maple bowl when the door opens, and he leans against his front counter as he works to see who's come by his little workshop.
A little Spiral girl, maybe four years old, comes tumbling through his workshop in a flurry of tiny wings and laughter, leaping up into his arms so fast Kadir almost doesn't have time to put his bowl down to catch her. Her mother bustles in after her, flustered and apologetic.
"Lacey! Be careful, honey," she scolds softly, then bows deeply to Kadir. He suppresses a grimace at the gesture. "I am so sorry," she babbles, "Lacey doesn't know a stranger or anything close to personal space and every time she sees this shop she wants to go in but we never have time and today we did so she got a little ahead of herself and—"
"Ma'am," Kadir cuts her off with a laugh. "It's alright, really; she hasn't hurt anything. With that wild tail she just might, though." Kadir steps around the counter and sets the hyperactive child at her mothers side, then kneels to eye level. "Hello, little one. Lacey, was it?"
The girl nods, all sunshine and sparkles.
"Well, little miss Lacey, you should listen to your mother, you know." His voice is warm, eyes glittering. "Next time you want to be picked up, you should ask them first, okay? Here in this city we don't jump at people like that."
"O-kayyy," Lacey singsongs. "Why don't you have any wings, mister?"
"Lacey!"
Kadir carefully does not flinch. "That's a story for another day, little one. Maybe if you're extra good, you can come back here again and I'll tell you, how's that?"
"You promise?"
"I promise." He rises to his feet with a smile, raising a hand to stop the girl's mother when her mouth opens again to apologize. "It's alright, kids get curious. Where are you folks from, anyhow?"
"We're, ah, from Brightmaw. Refugees from the incident over there. Some soldiers sent us here until the berserker is taken care of, should only be a couple days. My name's Melo, by the way."
He nods. The war going on is just outside the realm of his life, slowly pressing closer. He tries not to think about it, instead offering another warm smile.
"Call me Kadir, miss Melo. I hope you girls enjoy your stay."
Kadir is putting a shellac finish on a maple bowl when the door opens, and he leans against his front counter as he works to see who's come by his little workshop.
A little Spiral girl, maybe four years old, comes tumbling through his workshop in a flurry of tiny wings and laughter, leaping up into his arms so fast Kadir almost doesn't have time to put his bowl down to catch her. Her mother bustles in after her, flustered and apologetic.
"Lacey! Be careful, honey," she scolds softly, then bows deeply to Kadir. He suppresses a grimace at the gesture. "I am so sorry," she babbles, "Lacey doesn't know a stranger or anything close to personal space and every time she sees this shop she wants to go in but we never have time and today we did so she got a little ahead of herself and—"
"Ma'am," Kadir cuts her off with a laugh. "It's alright, really; she hasn't hurt anything. With that wild tail she just might, though." Kadir steps around the counter and sets the hyperactive child at her mothers side, then kneels to eye level. "Hello, little one. Lacey, was it?"
The girl nods, all sunshine and sparkles.
"Well, little miss Lacey, you should listen to your mother, you know." His voice is warm, eyes glittering. "Next time you want to be picked up, you should ask them first, okay? Here in this city we don't jump at people like that."
"O-kayyy," Lacey singsongs. "Why don't you have any wings, mister?"
"Lacey!"
Kadir carefully does not flinch. "That's a story for another day, little one. Maybe if you're extra good, you can come back here again and I'll tell you, how's that?"
"You promise?"
"I promise." He rises to his feet with a smile, raising a hand to stop the girl's mother when her mouth opens again to apologize. "It's alright, kids get curious. Where are you folks from, anyhow?"
"We're, ah, from Brightmaw. Refugees from the incident over there. Some soldiers sent us here until the berserker is taken care of, should only be a couple days. My name's Melo, by the way."
He nods. The war going on is just outside the realm of his life, slowly pressing closer. He tries not to think about it, instead offering another warm smile.
"Call me Kadir, miss Melo. I hope you girls enjoy your stay."
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