Post by miniflip999 on Apr 7, 2013 20:13:05 GMT -5
KASEM AMUDEE
Name:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Kasem Amudee[/font]
Nickname:[/font][/size][/b][/u] N/A[/font]
Nationality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Medius. Born in Vidiri. [[The Kingdom of Thailand]][/font]
Gender:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Male[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 25[/font]
Social Rank:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Nobility (Formerly: Citizen)[/font]
Occupation:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Queen's Bishop (Formerly: Mercenary)[/font]
Hair Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Dark brown[/font]
Eye Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Hazel[/font]
Weight:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 68 kg[/font]
Height:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 173 cm[/font]
Special Features:[/font][/size][/b][/u] His hair appears to defy gravity. He doesn’t do anything to make it spike like it does. He also wears glasses due to farsightedness. [/font]
Likes:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
Football: Did someone say football (otherwise known as soccer)? Hell yeah. Kasem loves this sport. It’s his favorite, more so than everything else. He goes to events all the time and plays a bunch of it himself when he can.
Swimming: Kasem doesn’t have a strong upper body for nothing. He’s often going swimming. He finds the water feels lovely and enjoys taking early morning dips to wake himself up for the rest of the day. Swimming is also a great way for him to unwind and relax.
Fighting/Kickboxing: He’s pretty good at it himself and enjoys punching someone in the face every once in a while. His small stature doesn’t make him the most intimidating opponent, but he’s prepared to give anyone hell. He boxes, kick boxes—you name it, he probably does it. He’s not going to shy away from a potential match either, and if he can’t go fight with a challenger right away, then he’ll set a date and not miss it. Not only is it a fun past time, however, it serves as a useful way to continue fighting in battles when he’s disarmed.
Classical music: Kasem really likes classical music. He finds it fascinating and brilliant, as well as peaceful. That doesn’t mean he’ll pass up other types of music. He just prefers this sort of thing to everything else. Often the classical music he likes has some sort of ringing effect and would possibly sound annoying to those who have not developed the taste for it. [/ul][/color][/font]
Dislikes:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
Cold weather: Kasem prefers the sun on his back, high temperatures, and cloudless days. He abhors the cold, and though he enjoys the rain, he’ll enjoy it two days later after the rain is gone and the ground is wet, though he does like warm rain showers. He’d rather not end up standing around in the piercing cold rain. Cloudy days aren’t too bad, since it’s only cool and not cold, but Kasem will take the blaring heat over the freezing cold any day.
Snow: This is worse than the rain. Kasem cannot, will not handle the snow. Snow starts? He’s gone, out of sight and somewhere warmer. If he’s forced to stay somewhere with snow, he’ll be inside until it all leaves unless he absolutely needs to go outside. Like hell you’ll get him to budge, though. He’d end up freezing to death if you sent him out there.
Thieves: As much as Kasem enjoys getting a bit more than promised for his extra hard work, he hates those who steal. Sometimes it can be pardoned, but for the most part, it’s not, for the thieves are taking from whomever they please when they already have enough on their own. Kasem does his best to stop thieves in the act and get them put away so there are fewer thieves in the world.
Lazy asses: Kasem really dislikes people who don’t work hard to earn what they’re given. He finds laziness disgusting. People who are lying around all day doing nothing shouldn’t be given such privileges when so many harder working people get so much less. Kasem finds the system ridiculous and corrupt.
The dishonest: There’s nothing Kasem dislikes more than a liar. Kasem, being a very honest person, dislikes those who go back on their word, those that lie and cheat and steal for their own personal gain. He has a grudge against many a noble for doing exactly this, and he hates that their lust for blood and power would lead to such dishonest actions.[/ul][/color][/font]
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Personality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Kasem is a fairly kind person; in fact, he’s one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. He’s a very cheerful person and is always seen smiling, no matter what the situation. In fact, he smiles so much that is it almost unnerving, and people become very weary around him, in case he’s plotting something—but don’t be concerned, as he doesn’t mean any harm by it. He is willing to help out when people need it, as he’s quite the generous person, and he’ll do almost anything asked if he the need for help is dire enough (though most dangerous stuff comes at a small price; he’s got to make a living too, you know).
Kasem has a major soft spot for orphaned children, as he believes all children should be able to have as many opportunities as possible. Despite his job, he’s a rather peaceful person. He is against war and violence that results in the death of innocents. He studied martial arts to avoid hurting anyone intentionally other than for work or defense, and even then, he’ll try to get out of fights by talking. When he’s been hired for work, he’ll never kill someone unarmed or defenseless. He is a strong believer in a fair fight, though he won’t hesitate to kill another when the cause is just.
Kasem is an incredibly patient person; so patient it’s almost sage-like. He’ll listen to people when they talk on and on, even if he can’t get a word in edgewise. Though he won’t be entirely pleased with having to be silent, he’ll wait until the other stops talking, then make his reply. He’s patient with people who aren’t the brightest in the world and will often smile at them in encouragement, even dropping some small, almost meaningless comments to help them out. If he schedules a meeting, he doesn’t mind it being put off for a bit; however, if you are late to the scheduled appointment, don’t expect him to be as patient as he usually is. He’ll glare the entire meeting, even with a smile still on his lips.
Despite being one of the nicest people in the world, with his forever smiling face, his patience, and his kind way of speaking, he isn’t always kindhearted inside. When the situation arises, Kasem will pretend to give his trust in return for someone’s own. When made extremely upset, his smile will become a frown. His smile dropping is a bit frightening, as his entire demeanor changes, but he’ll not do anything rash. Despite not being one to yell, when he’s no longer smiling he’ll be prone to raising his voice and speaking quickly—almost babbling—as he feels like he cannot get his point across while wearing his normal face.
Still, he is always polite, even when yelling. Every day, he’ll bow when he greets people, bow when he thanks them, and bows when he bids them goodbye. He’ll respect royalty so long as they do not step all over him or other people, and he’ll never use curse words without good reason, especially not to call other people names with. If he’s going to ridicule someone, it’ll be done in a way that is deceptively polite. He says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ often and is strongly opinioned that people should have good manners.
Kasem is one hell of a negotiator. Often, when people hired him, they’d try to swindle him out of money and pay him cheaper than deserved for his work; unfortunately for them, Kasem was always able to swing the conversation back in his favor, almost always getting more than his intended target. He’s mildly manipulative, but mostly for his negotiations. He’s able to find loopholes in many agreements and he uses those to his advantage in order to avoid penalizations for doing something that would be otherwise against his contracts. Loopholes are what have kept him out of trouble for so long, especially in a job like his, where his life if very often put on the line.
Despite this trait of his, which sometimes gets him colored negatively, Kasem is a very loyal person—at least, he’s loyal to whoever’s paying him, unless he can’t see any way for the outcome to end well for him. He’ll follow through with whatever he’s promised. He doesn’t stab someone in the back unless there is a just cause for it. He’ll protect those he loves with everything he has, for his dedication knows no bounds. He will side with those he loves before anyone else—unless, of course, they have decided on a path that Kasem can never follow. He is a bit cheap, often looking for deals when it comes to buying things or having to do certain work, but Kasem is a fair person, always paying where payment is due. If he is treated unfairly, however, and payment is demanded where it is not due, Kasem is not one to succumb to demands. He’ll either fight back or disappear to a new location—wherever he may hope to be treated fairly.
Don’t ever get on Kasem’s bad side, though, or you’ll have made a very dangerous enemy.
However, if you get on Kasem’s good side and prove that your friendship will be valuable to him as his will be to yours, then considering yourself having secured a formidable ally. Kasem has participated in many battles already, and being a young soldier, he’s got much spirit and energy left. He also has enthusiasm, as well as battle experience. Kasem is a hardened young man, not prone to jumping at surprises, rarely loses his head, and is incredibly skilled at taking advantage of opportunities that present themselves on the battlefield. With practice he has become a decent tactician that is able to predict the next move with eighty percent accuracy. What helps him do this even better is that he knows how to navigate people’s minds (that’s the only way his negotiations work out so well).
Kasem does not take well to being oppressed. He enjoys his freedom to move around and loathes restriction on it. He does not consider himself a citizen of any of the three major kingdoms, but a wanderer from one to the other, still at heart a Vidirian. Kasem detests the oppression of women. To him, they are fellow human beings, not lesser, and he holds a grudge against any person that treats a woman as unequal. He is against the method of choosing girls to produce heirs for the king when the queen is unable to do so—it is not consenting, and Kasem is not afraid to say outright that what happens is rape (and he does not deny that the same happens to men when the king is female and the queen is unable to help create an heir). Classism is also a problem in his mind, for even though they protect and monitor the region, the Chess Pieces and soldiers live too lavishly in comparison to the working classes.
He has a minor rebellious streak, but overall, Kasem is a mild-tempered person, difficult to rile up or upset. In most cases he keeps smiling his same old smile. If he sees someone in the street being attacked, he’ll step in to help with a sword in his hand and a grin on his lips. If he thinks something is unfair, he’ll go protest and not care where he’ll end up, be it in jail or in front of a sword (in those cases, he’ll pull out his own, throws down his glove, and challenge the first soldier to a duel). He’s honorable, keeps his word, and is chivalrous. He may try to avoid conflict in order to preserve peace, but when need be, he will take up arms and fight for what he believes is right.
When he gets especially angry, which is incredibly rare, Kasem starts to tack on an ‘ana’ at the end of sentences, and his voice takes on a rather melodious tone. There’s no particular reason for it, but often it is mistaken as him being ‘cute’. This is not being cute. He may be smiling, but when he adds the ‘ana’, he’s more dangerous than when he’s frowning; there is nothing but cold, collected cruelty in what he does to the wrongdoer. He cannot be reasoned with, for what he sets out to do will be done, no matter what the consequences, no matter how morally wrong it is. [/font]
History:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Kasem was born in the small island kingdom of Viridi. He lived on a rice farm with his mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, uncle, aunt, and older cousin. His family was a large one, but he was the only child of his own parents. His cousin, though sweet to him in all ways, was much older than him and even the most remote of interests had nothing in common. Being on a rice farm as he was, Kasem was never short of things to do or see, and he wasn’t in want of food or love. He worked with his parents on the farm and in the house (they strongly believed in working together as a family), went to school, explored, and his grandfather taught him how to use a sword.
It was through exploring that he met Mei Yin Li, the neighbor’s granddaughter. The old woman had been living next to them as long as Kasem could remember, and it was when he was eight years old that he met Mei. Following a group of tiny elephants that Kasem had been enchanted by for ages, Kasem had come upon Mei and, using all her persuasive powers, got her to follow the pygmy elephants with him.
From that day forth, they were inseparable. Though his parents were convinced he would marry Mei, he saw her as his little sister—one he’d always wished for and never had. Whatever trouble they got into, Mei’s grandmother was happy to patch up their bruises and cuts. And surely they had gotten up to much mischief; Kasem was obsessed with the idea that the elephants of old, the ones he’d read about and seen paintings of, the ones that were taller than their houses and big enough to ride—well, he was obsessed that they still existed, that they were not myth and legend, or extinct, as the books said.
As he got older, Kasem couldn’t go adventuring as often. He grew a better understanding of the world, while Mei, still too young, watched him do so. He started practicing sword fighting more, took up kickboxing with his father, and started to have less time to play. As Mei dealt with growing into a young woman, Kasem was there for her with a smile and encouragement, and she was there for him in turn when life got difficult.
They thought they would never be apart.
Then Mei started to dream of the Prosperous Three, and Kasem longed to leave the little rice farm. With the blessing of their families, some supplies, the clothes on their backs, and each other, Kasem and Mei set off for the kingdoms, promising to return. They each did their part to keep money in their pockets. Kasem gained military experience through joining various regiments, becoming a hardened warrior and dangerous fighter. He took on bandits and offered himself for dangerous work, work that not everyone came back alive from.
Whenever he was laid flat, whenever he was cut up so much he bled for hours, Mei was always there, fixing his wounds and bandaging him.
Eventually, they came upon a Militia and there their paths split. Kasem, who found the work attractive and prospective, took up the offer put forward to him, pledging his loyalty until he should resign. Mei, with no intention of joining an army, bade him goodbye. Kasem was sad to see his little sister go, but he understood that she had her own goals, so he let her (because, after all, when you loved someone, that’s what you did; you let them go). The last time they saw each other, they promised to find each other again and return home, just like they had promised their families.
It was three long years before he resigned from his post to continue on his own journey. A longing filled his chest at the end of his time there—he wanted to find Mei and go back home, back to the little rice farm and the smiling villagers, back to the sunlit fields filled with sunflowers. He missed Viridi. So he packed up his things and, taking up a few odd jobs here and there, went to Medius in the hopes to get a few leads on Mei.
It is there he is today, settled down in the main city, still clutching close to his heart the idea of going home. He often goes out on long journeys to search for Mei, or look for leads, but the only thing he knows is that she is living in Pariter, where he dares not step.[/font]
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Kasem has abs. Don't let his small stature fool you.[/font]
Roleplay Sample:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Blood on his face, adrenaline pumping through his veins. This was the sort of thing Kasem Amudee was growing familiar with. As a child, he had often dreamt of battle and glory, of armor and gleaming swords, of knights and chivalry. As a teenager, he went around playing hero, rescuing friends and aiding neighbors in random, almost menial tasks. As a young adult, he found that everything he’d been told in the stories about warfare and honor was false.
Here he was, standing in the middle of the lie.
When he had joined the militia, he had thought that this was the place where he would find his place among fellow men; men that followed a code of honesty and a policy of protecting the peace from those that did wrong. What he found instead were men that, in every village they stopped at, went straight to the tavern and drank away the night, talking of women as though they were objects to be owned and admired, not people to be treated like other humans. They took every advantage to get in someone’s bed and bullied the poor.
Kasem’s distaste for the army grew with each passing day he spent in the militia. He lost respect for the men, lost respect for his superiors that did nothing to stop the knights from their immoral ways.
They entered battle with another militia group just within a week of that. The small army had been marching with the intent to seize a neighboring city. Kasem’s regiment was hired to protect the city and keep it free—this, of course, was paid with a hefty price, and Kasem took no pride in receiving his pay.
In battle, he found himself face to face with an older man, one with experience, more skill, and less care.
“Give up, kid,” he said to Kasem, sword held lazily in one hand. His weapon gleamed silver and the armor gold. His eyes were a dull grey and his gruff face was darkened by his helmet. Lines creased his worn, aged face. A crest sat atop the helm, a roaring lion among emerald vines. “You’re too young to win this one.”
Kasem felt determination and distaste flare up within him. “Who says age has anything to do with skill level?” In all rights, the man could be right—Kasem was breathing hard and covered in sweat. He was cut and bleeding, bruised and battered and oh so tired, but he wouldn’t give up. He couldn’t give up to someone like this.
He took his weapon and swung at the soldier, who parried him and disarmed him. It went flying out of his hands until it lay feet away out of reach. He stood with the tip of a sword at his throat and pierced by the gaze of a man who was sick of killing young men. “Give up now. Go home.”
Kasem shook his head and stepped away. He put up his fists, spread his feet, and bent his knees. The soldier gave him a flabbergasted look. “Do you really think you can win now? You’re putting your fists against a sword. You’ve got no chance, boy.”
The soldier slashed down on Kasem. Kasem sidestepped and, keeping close enough that the sword barely missed him, launched a punch into the man’s cheek. His head snapped around and he stumbled back, sword dragging on the dirt as he did so. He straightened, towering over Kasem (as most people did), and scowled. He lashed out with a stabbing motion that Kasem once more sidestepped. He tripped the soldier, who went crashing to the ground in a loud heap, cursing the whole way down. His sword slipped out of his grasp. Kasem grabbed it.
He put a boot to the soldier’s head and held the tip of the sword at the small of his back. “I could kill you right here,” he threatened, but found he did not want to do it. There was no honor in killing this man. Where was the effort, the hard work? Had men no more pride?
The soldier stilled under him and dug his fingers into the dirt. “Why don’t you then? End it now. Or are you too scared to? You’re just a child.”
Kasem looked down upon the man with disgust. “Even children know better than to play at war,” he said. He dropped the sword and stalked away, leaving the man to pick himself off the ground in his shame. Kasem retrieved his weapon, brushed it off, and went back into the fray of battle, leaving his heart out this time.
After all, he still had to make money somehow.[/font]
Alias:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Miniflip, Mini, or whatever nickname you find for me[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 16[/font]
Experience:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 3-4 years or so. It’s all a bit of a blur.[/font]
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] I’m a dork and will probably not shut up about my other fandoms while in the c-box and make a ton of needless references. I apologize in advance.[/font]
Credits:
[/font]Application Code made by B and C. Lyrics by Temposhark, song “Don’t Mess With Me”[/font][/center]