Bataar

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Bataar

Post by Bataar » Wed Jan 01, 2014 6:10 am

Name: Bataar
Age: 24
Race: Human
Height: 5'3"

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Physical Description:
Short and whip like, with long black hair that reaches almost down to his waist. Brown eyes focus in sharply on everything, used to looking out over long distances of the empty steppe. Bataar would most commonly be described as skin and bones, and remains that way even though he eats food like a fire devours dry wood. He has two small scars, one through his right eyebrow, no more than a half of an inch long, and another about the same length that is on his right cheekbone. The scars are shocks of white against his darker skin. He doesn't grow facial hair very well, and it's a bit of a point of anger and embarrassment since a lot of men his age can grow a mustache. So he keeps his upper lip and chin shaved clean at all times.

He's a bit vain about his appearance, and wears brightly colored clothing under his much more somber jacket. His deel, a sort of long over gown, is a bright green piece of fabric, and his loose trousers are a very light blue. He doesn't wear very much in the way of jewelry, more because he doesn't really like any of it. He's not a fan of ear rings, and even less a fan of necklaces and finger rings. They are 'too much', in his own words. His boots are brown leather, the toes the traditionally upturned style that some say helps a rider keep his feet in the stirrups. (His discounts this as foolish, any rider that cannot keep his saddle without special shoes is no rider.) He wears his hat most days, the large shepherds hat keeping his head warm, even in the coldest conditions.

Where Bataar stands out is with his smile. It comes easily to his face, when riding, when talking, when singing. He's rarely seen without one, smiling at a pretty girl while singing for a payment of a kiss, smiling at the horses as he prepares to ride, even smiling when he was wrestling with his friends, win or lose. If there is any redeeming quality to the young man, it's his smile. An older man in the tribe once commented on it, saying, "That's the kind of smile that makes me want to hit him if he looks at my daughter, but makes me want to invite him to dinner when he talks to me."


Possessions:
Bow: Like many of his people, Bataar is a skilled bowman, and has been training with it since he was very young. He believes that the body has to be in alignment to make a proper shot, that the muscles of the body must be in equal parts strong to pull the bow as it should be pulled. He's an excellent shot with his bow, as he should be. He's been using one for almost twenty-two years.

Horse: Like many of the nomadic tribesmen in his homeland, Bataar is a horseman, and he likes the think of himself as an excellent one. [Some of the older tribesmen, especially his uncle, could show him how lacking he is, but confidence is the lifeblood of the young.] The horse he has was one of his favorites when he was still traveling with his family, and he was allowed to take it with him when he left. As most of his people don't name their horses, he has yet to name his either.

Tobshuur: A two stringed instrument that can be either plucked or strummed, like many string instruments. Bataar is not the best with it, but he is learning, slowly but surely. Some of his elders thought that the dedication it takes to learn an instrument would temper his blood some. So far, it has not, but he does enjoy playing it and listening to the sounds of music that he has made.

Clothing: Aside from regular everyday clothing, mostly made of furs and cotton, Bataar also has a very special and formal wear deel, a type of traditional tunic that has started to fall out of wear among his people, opting for clothing that more closely follows the fashions of the Tian Xian empire. Perhaps for this very reason, he wanted one of his own that he could wear when he feels like wearing it.

Shagaa bones: A popular game among the nomads of the steppe, shagaa involves flicking sheep ankles bones at a target several paces away. Other bones or regular targets are used to score points. The purpose is to throw the ankle bones with a flicking motion and knock the targets off their stands for points. It's very popular among older Mongolians, and betting on it can also be slightly profitable as well. He's always trying to trick his uncle into playing a game with him as well, because Bataar is fairly certain it's something he can beat him in.


Powers or Strengths:

The Three Manly Virtues:

The three manly virtues are archery, horse racing, and wrestling. As such, Bataar is well rounded in these three sports, and practices them as much as possible. But as he is still fairly young, he's not as proficient with them as his uncle. [Who seems not to do much of any of the manly arts anymore, though Bataar has heard many stories of him.] Since his being told to leave on his journey, he hasn't had as much time to continue to practice with any of the arts besides horse racing. The constant traveling on his mount has made him better in the saddle, but the fact that he has no one to wrestle and that most people in the cities they now travel to look at his bow like it's a dirty thing, he can't practice the more martial of his arts.

The style of wrestling that Bataar practices is known as 'Bökh', and means durability in the language of the steppes. The minute a wrestler touches the ground, he is deemed the winner. At the festivals that the steppe nomads have every year, especially in the northern parts of the steppes, the winner is given great prizes, money, sheep, goats, furs, whatever is offered to him by those who have put on the festival. Archery also takes place here, with those that win the archery competitions getting much of the same for their winnings. The last event of the festival is a several league long horse race, which the winner will get much more fame and winnings from. Bataar longs to test his skills at the larger festivals that are only held every three years, but the further towards the more 'Tian Xian' settlements his uncle takes him, the further away his dream seems.

Weaknesses and Flaws:

Naive: Bataar is a young man, and as such, believes not only that he is arrow proof, but that he is the first person to think the ideas he has thought, and that if he does not take action then no one else will. Instead of wanting to understand where his elders are coming from, Bataar is stuck in the belief that they just do not want to listen to him, that the northern steppe nomads that still talk of fighting against Tian Xia rule are the ones that are right, that they are the ones that his father should be allying to, not the Imperial officials that call the town of Bei-An their home.

Unlike his father and uncle, Bataar is too naive to see the worlds larger picture, and how their world and the rest of the world needs to exist in some semblance of balance for order to be preserved. As evidenced when the time came for him to take the Imperial Examinations, he doesn't see where the consequences of his actions can take him, or what they can do to the others around him that he cares about or care about him.

Dislike for Tian Xia culture: Bataar resents the prevailing culture of his land, the organizational structure of the Empire, dislikes the encroaching culture that is clashing with his own. When his uncle goes into the tea houses that are to his mind, little bastions of Tian Xia culture in his home that are more pervasive than any Imperial fortress, Bataar stays outside, as far away as he dares without leaving his lecherous uncle behind. As much as he hates the tea house, he won't go so far away from it that he can't help Abagha if something happens to him. Bataar's traditionalist aspects cause him to be rude when he shouldn't be, much to the shame of his uncle. Though like all the children of his tribe, he was raised speaking both his native tongue and the Tian Xia tongue, he refuses to use it now, and it's considered rude on his part to speak in a language that others can't understand, with the high, almost certain possibility, that he is being rude or derisive to them.



History:

Bataar is the first born son to a tribal chieftain, and as such, has had expectations put on him since birth. To grow to be a well rounded man, capable of taking on the responsibility of being a chieftain. Unlike his father, who is considered moderate to the Empire, willing to work with them to both further the tribes standings and relationships with the government, he is very isolationist to them. Bataar grew up on the stories of the great steppe heroes as well, the men and women that were free under the sky and sun and could do what they wanted, without the looming threat of the Tian Xian imperial government over them. As such, when pushed to be moderate, he pushed back to be more traditional.

His clothing was always a traditional kind, even when his father would take him to visit the local officials of the government, riding in like some northern tribesman that was coming to attack their caravans and fade away into the grasses of the steppes. His father rarely approved of this, but he unfortunately let his son get away with more than he should have, which has currently lead to their predicament. Bataar is naturally charismatic, and has tried to lead the other young men that looked up to him off away from the tribe before. His father jokingly called this little vacations, though Abagha tried to warn his brother of what could come of these actions.

Bataar's traditionalist attitude helped his tribe out greatly during local festivals, where the tribe goes to trade horses and meet up with others they have not seen for most of the year. His skills in archery, racing, and wrestling helped win himself fame, helped other tribes think of his own tribe as strong amongst them. This lead to him making more friends outside of his tribe, and further strengthened his friendships and relationships in his own tribe. Two of his strongest ones were with Enkhtuyaa, a young woman of the tribe that Bataar was romantically inclined to, and his two friends Muunokhoi and Ganbataar. Out of all the young boys of the tribe, Muunokhoi and Ganbataar were the ones that he spent the most time with, hunting, wrestling, racing their horses. Eventually, they became more like brothers than friends.

Unknowingly to Bataar, this only helped his fathers place with both the government and the other tribes, bringing more tribesmen to him to hear the moderate words he would speak. Regarded locally as a powerful man, Bataar's father Batbayar was able to talk to the others and bring their questions and concerns to the Tian Xia officials that could handle the issues he brought forward. He became a spokesman for united tribes, or at least their united interests, and things started to change for his tribe. Bataar had his questions about why their tribe began to have more in terms of material wealth, but he was also busy with things that young men are always busy with. Running around with friends, and trying to catch a girls eye, in this case the lovely Enkhtuyaa.

Bataar and Enkhtuyaa were close in age, and had spent much of their childhoods together playing and running around the tribes grounds. They'd had horse races, listened to stories together, went fishing where there was fish to be found. At some point, Bataar stopped looking at her as just a friend he had grown up with, and started seeing her more as something else. A woman, and a beautiful one at that. So he started to show off, trying to impress her, trying to see if she had any feelings for him beyond friendship. He didn't want to directly ask her, because what if she didn't? And he couldn't ask his father or uncle for advice, because he knew that they would just laugh at him. So he just existed in the limbo of liking someone, coming to care for her more and more each day, and not knowing how she felt in return. It was hard on him.

Eventually, the time that comes for all young ones in the Empire came. The time to take the Imperial Examinations. Bataar was adamant on not taking them, but his father would not be swayed on this matter. It was important for Bataar to take this exam seriously, for both himself and the tribe that he professed to love so much. The night before he left, his father finally explained why Bataar needed to do so well on the exams. While he would not truly be forced, it was going to be highly suggested that he marry one of the young daughters of the local provisional governor. Bataar was horrified at the prospect. He didn't care that it would establish stronger relationships between his tribe and the government, enabling them to help more of their own people that needed it. He was unable to get past the part where he was supposed to marry one of the hated Imperialists.

When the time came to take his exam, Bataar began to lose points as soon as he arrived. Instead of answering the questions for his name, for his tribe, in polite and respectful manners, he answered their questions in his native tongue, with a proud and arrogant look on his face. After much consternation, they finally shuffled him in the correct room for his exam. Under any other circumstance, with any other student, they would have passed with flying colours. Bataar failed it in his own way. Every answer to the questions were detailed, eloquent, well thought out, and well written. They just all happened to be written in his native tongue rather than the Imperial language. Which is unfortunately viewed as an instant failure for the person taking the test. Bataar was sent home, and the provincial governor sent for Batbayar.

By the time his father returned from arranging for another chance for his headstrong son, Bataar was trying to rile up his little followers once again. To go North, where other tribes still kept to the old traditions, and were willing to take a stand against an empire that only viewed them as numbers on a sheet of paper. Batbayar had no choice but to tell his son that he had shamed his father, that he had shamed his people. Bataar, ever of fire and steel, yelled back, telling the people that his father was the one who had shamed them, that he came fresh from the home of the very Tian Xia officials that planned to oppress them! Seeing the eyes of the younger generation that looked at his son as a hero, and even some of the older generation that remembered the old ways, he knew he had no other choice but make his son leave.

So that's what Batbayar did. He called for silence, and then in his capacity as chieftain of the tribe, told Bataar that he was banished, until he learned what it would take to be a true man of the tribe, willing to do whatever it took for his people. Angry, his vision red and spiteful, Bataar took his horse and some of his belongings, angrily swearing to his father that the next time that he saw him, Bataar would be a great Khan, in command of a thousand horses and men, and would push the Empire back from there lands, and take them back and make the lands theirs again.

Unknown to Batbayar, Muunokhoi and Ganbataar slipped out of the camp and followed Bataar, who had known they would come to him before he was too far away. They swore oaths of brotherhood to each other, swapping blood to make the oaths true under the gods of the sky and the steppe. They promised to await his return, to be ready when he finally came back with others that would help him sway his father. Or take over. Either of those futures, they would follow him to the end of that pathway. Bataar didn't want to leave them, but he had to. They were the closet things that he had to brothers, and they were more important to him than any other family, because unlike a family that forced your bonds by blood, their bonds had been forged by friendship. He would never forget them, and he would never forget that when his father had abandoned him, that they had stood beside him as friends, as brothers.

The one person he wish he could have said farewell to was Enkhtuyaa. But she didn't agree with his ideas in the way the his brothers did, and he didn't want to fight with her on the night he was being told to leave her behind. She thought that they could use the government of Tian Xia to further their own causes, use the system from the inside to make their people more powerful, but he didn't not agree, and that was were they would have their fights. All that he could do was take a necklace that he had worn for a very long time and give it to Ganbataar to give to her, a memory of him, something that she could keep until he came back. And when he came back as a man who was powerful, who had horses at his back, he would let her know how he felt, that he loved her, and hopefully she would return the same feelings, even if they had different ideas about how to best help their people. With that, they parted ways, and he began to ride away. His heart stayed behind, with his brothers and the woman that he was sure that he loved. He would return to take it back soon enough, he was sure of it.

With a heavy heart, Batbayar watched his son leave, but he couldn't do anything. He had his own problems now, trying to keep other tribesmen from following. Without Bataar, the younger generations began to weaken, began to back down from the ideals that their leader had pushed towards them, about tradition and the old ways. Weary of what his son had grown into, weary of what he now had to do to keep the tenuous power his tribe held, Batbayar found his brother, to ask him for one more favor in the long life they had spent together. To be an emissary once again, but not to the people of Tian Xia, but to his own nephew.

Bataar rode past the outlying riders of his tribes, until he couldn't see the fires of his home anymore. Under the stars of the steppes, he looked North. He could do it. He knew he could. Be a great Khan, lead his people to their Independence. All he would have to do was believe that he could do it.
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Bataar
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Re: Bataar

Post by Bataar » Thu Aug 14, 2014 2:16 am

Hey guys

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Re: Bataar

Post by Katona » Thu Aug 14, 2014 12:30 pm

I love it and I was almost going to approve it straight up, but I was thinking he could use a little more to the history.

I suggest more mention of important people in his life, friends or people he looked up to, and maybe some mentions of some of his opinions of things besides the traditionalist beliefs? A guy like Bataar would surely have some strong connections or relationships he'd be sad to leave behind. And I guess I see the app being just slightly too focused on the anti Tian Xia thing and not the rest of his life, so a little rounding out would really benefit the character and give you more to work with too.

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Re: Bataar

Post by Katona » Sat Jan 10, 2015 6:15 am

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