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Name: Ferdinand Monshil-Nak

IGN: ddfty

Age: 16 years old

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Religion:Sakrelist

Culture:I am part of The Idani tribes.And in the Monshil-Nak clan.

Personality: A young, kind man; though fueled by an inner rage. A rage leading him to become a renowned and successful soldier on the battlefields, completeting each and every dirty task given by his superiors.

My dad was a poor miner from Fairavon, desperate,famished he often went for days without food sometimes just hanging on on the brink of death,he desperately needed money so he was forced to gett a job from the nearby bandits and revolutionairies who wanted to overthrow Yimmu-Audal, to raid the markets of YA, but he was just used as a decoy for the real raid so he got caught and imprisoned, a bandit from the clan feeling bad as he once lost his father and loved ones, took into  care and and taught me to steal fromthe markets and citizens of Urnu-Arrak while he was pillaging and raiding towns. He once was almost got caught by the imperial forces and was forced to flee to Sparwood for aid from his uncles merchant family with a lot of influence. Leaving me alone with only the skill and little items he left me.You were alone in the massive extent of Urnu-Urak, you got word that he is in Sparwood from a traveling merchant. I travelled as an young boy through the rough lands of Sparwood just to get to your teacher and mentor. When I arrived after a long weeks spent in the streets of  Sparwood but after my long years of change he did not recognise me and almost beat me to death.When he finnaly recognised me i was already bloodied and bruised.In a sudden rush of anger and emotion from him abandoning me and his sudden attack on me I lost control, my hands started to shake,my body contorted and i killed him. It was only then staring down at the lifeless corps of the only person i had left. For days i wandered without food or water not judging myself fit to live after all i had done.I arrived after days at the gates of a small idani town where i fell to the ground loosing consciousness.

I miraculously awoke days after to the face of a kind man named Sibash he took me in, fed me and educated me by the way of his culture.He was the one that gave me back the will to live, the will to rebuild.But he had no idea who i was or more like what i was.I was a merciless killer. And i refuse to bring misery and suffering upon this great town.

So i left i ran north west And arrived at a town that goes by the name of Fairavon where i now live I very quickly fell in love with this town. But nevertheless i still survived using the only skills that i have .Killing.But i made sure to avoid the town to the south east that i now know is called Ersetu.

About Idan Ridu:The Idan, or Idan-Ridu (archaic: 'dän-rī-du), are a cultural, ethnic and linguistic group which currently reside in mass on the continent of Alteniquia. Their name literally means “People of the Stars”. The largest Idani settlement is Ersetu, within the nation of Yimmu-Audal, which it’s people are proud citizens of. The Idan were once largely nomadic and hail from a land far to the Northwest of Rathnir. This land, which very little is known about, the Idan left behind and travelled from for many years until they finally settled in the place they now call home.

About Monshil-Nak:The Monshil-nak clan is led by Asselli-nak ( dude4440 ) and Rimuun Jirib-el, who passed away not long ago and who's duties will be inherited by his son Yazikk (Felix) Caicura-McSpiegal when he comes of age. the Monshil-Nak follow tenants which lead them to thinking in a survivalist and adaptable manner, Monshilli people generally try to adapt the best they can to any environment be that a desert or a metropolis. here are the 6 traditional "tenants" which covered (very broadly) nearly all aspects of pre-modern Monshil life, they are now not followed as strictly but still form a basic mentality within the Monshil-nak, they are known as the AŚ-GARZA.

Religion:

What we believe in as Sakrelists

The Faithful believe that darkness is defined by light. Humans were created as beings of light, but darkness was adopted through the free will of all sentient beings. As darkness is simply defined as an absence of light

Which is why humanity needs purification. If the Creator was in the presence of unpure humans his presence would be like fire as his majesty and holyness would burn away darkness and evil. His presence is so powerful that all would feel eternal guilt and psychological torment unless they have been purified by him. That is why purification is important, for he wishes to be close to us but cannot as that would cause suffering.

Hell and Heaven are the same thing. They are simply the Creator's presence but experienced in different ways.

To be purified one must orient themselves away from the darkness and towards the great creator and work together with him to purify oneself. This is done through prayer, asceticism and striving to do good. If one orients themselves towards the creator he will work in one's heart and purify it slowly so that when he comes in his full glory one will not suffer.

If someone decides to do the opposite, turn their back to the creator and strive towards the darkness then his presence will be like an eternal fire and the guilt of one's actions will be like torture that eternally gnaws on one's mind. If one did not have the ability to choose during their life for whatever reason then they are given the choice after death.

After death and before the return of the creator people will have the ability to turn towards the creator and be purified after death. Many will still reject him however for their hearts have been to corrupted by darkness. The ones who are not pure enough to live in the presence of the creator but not dark enough to deserve torment will be able to choose a final death, a sleep so to speak. This choice is only offered to those who choose not to turn their backs on the darkness after death however.

Backstory: Born in a family of low status, having no siblings nor any beloving parents, both passed away. I've found myself alone in the unforgiving world of Rathnir. Unsure of my future, I traveled to the South, in hopes of finding a haven. Though after a couple of days, I had completely ran out of supplies, tired, thirsty and hungry; on the verge of death, I stumbled upon it, the promised haven, the town of Fairavon. I was taken in and fed. After living there for a couple of years, I had become a great warrior. Living my life in this place, I can call "home."

Proud citizen of Yimmu-Audal, living in the glorious prospering town of Fairavon. For goal to work up the ranks of the Fairavon military, to some day lead my breathren into battle.I have now made my way up to Marshall of the knights of Ansophey,Marshall of The War Masters Divison to be precise.Currently Wardind of continuous attacks from the rebelius Scum lead by Amr Khalid.