Chandr Ayllwin
From Dynasts End
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| Full Name | Ambrose Morensa |
| Aliases (if any) | Chandr Ayllwin |
| Age | 14 |
| Birthday | March 23rd |
| Nationality | Archadian (of Nabradian descent) |
| Race | Hume |
| Job | Beastmaster |
| Occupation | None |
| Height | 5'3" |
| Weight | 115 lbs |
| Family | Adopted father, Tobias Ayllwin; estranged father, Caleb Morensa, 36. |
| Languages | Archadian, Nabradian. Chandr speaks in a muddled Low Archadian/Bhujerban Archadian accent with hints of Nabradian here and there. He mixes them together on purpose to hide his Archadian origins, so his accent is inconstant and difficult to understand at times. |
| Current Home | Bhujerba |
| Played By | Skandar Keynes |
| Journal | id_ridden |
| Player | Lissa |
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[edit] Appearance
Stuck in those awkward in-between years when puberty usually strikes, Chandr is gawky, tall for his age but all joints and baby fat. He's yet to hit an alarming growth spurt and so still looks more boy than man. With dark hair and eyes, he takes after his late-mother, though he can only assumed his short, slightly upturned nose and ovular face came to him by way of his father. He keeps his curly hair short, cutting it himself from time to time (and usually it has to be cut again to make him look presentable). As far as clothing goes, anything that has enough holes for his head, arms and legs can and will be thrown over his thin frame. Things like color, texture and intended use never factor in to his wardrobe choices. He'll wear whatever he attaches himself to until it's stained beyond recognition or falling apart at the seams. And, at any given moment, he is in need of a proper bath. To Chandr, bathing is any activity in which you get wet, so if a woman in the marketplace accidentally spills some milk or wine or juice on him he figures he's good for the day.
[edit] History
Born in Old Archades as the illegitimate son of an Archadian slum-dweller and a Nabradian woman, Ambrose had a very difficult childhood. He never met his father, though his mother told him his name and where he could be found, and depended solely on the care of his young, irresponsible mother. She was as good to him as she knew how to be and loved him with all her heart, but being only fifteen when he was born, she didn't know what to do with him. They were too poor to afford their own home and were forced to live in a loft with ten other people, humes and bangaa, Nabradian and Archadian alike. Ambrose's mother tried to support them through sewing, but failed, turning finally to prostitution. One night, as she was coming home from the market with Ambrose, a group of Archadian men asked her if she was working. When she replied no, tugging Ambrose along, the group forced mother and child into a back-alley. There, they held down Ambrose's mother and raped her, one after the other, then savagely beat both her and her son. He was six; his mother was twenty-one when she died of a blow to the head.
Ambrose was discovered in the alley by several soldiers and was sent to an orphanage. He only lasted a few months there until he was sent to a different orphanage because of his uncontrollable temper and violent behavior. He went from one orphanage to the other until finally he was sent on with a caravan to Mt. Bur-Omisace in the hopes that the Light of Kiltias might straighten him out.
On the journey, he spent most of his time in the company of wild animals, wandering away from the caravan whenever he could. He tamed a worgen and named her Thibault and for almost a year, she was the only living thing he would speak to. On the mount, he was taught to read and write and pray. Ambrose didn't much care for religion- it felt like something silly to block the real world out with- but he obeyed the acolytes because of the kind way they treated everyone. He wanted to be like them, even if he didn't believe in what they were teaching. Four years he spent in the care of the Kiltias until he was sent away with a stranger from Bhujerba, who, he was told, wished to take care of him. In those four years, Ambrose had calmed down significantly as bits and pieces of his memory faded away. He was still filled with an intense desire for justice, but he no longer spat at and attacked anyone with an Archadian accent.
Taken in by Tobias Ayllwin, who renamed Ambrose Chandr, the boy was introduced to a life he'd never known before of good food, warm beds and people whose job it was to make sure you were happy. For a long while he didn't trust it, but couldn't entirely resist it, either. And he also grew to like his new father, a ridiculous, wholly unnecessary man who whined all the time about stupid things, but a ridiculous man who gave him shelter and companionship and freedom. That Chandr was forced to bear things that he found confusing and unpleasant (and that made him feel the edges of missing memories...), well, that was a price he had to pay. All things came with a price.
[edit] Personality
Keywords: Stubborn, competitive, independent, unsentimental, private, relaxed, idealistic, brave, tenacious, reckless, arrogant, violent, optimistic, judgmental.
Single-minded and enthusiastic, Chandr can be a little too much to stomach for extended periods of time. It's not that he's a bundle of energy like many 14 year-old boys- he's actually rather low-key in that regard. Chandr tries to always say precisely what he means, or at least tries to mean everything he's just said. He's trying to live with integrity, pride and dignity while going through an incredibly undignified time in his life. He feels as though he's growing less mature the older and happier he gets and has learned to equate adulthood with foolishness. Going to extreme lengths to appear like he's intelligent (he knows how to get by but has no head for book-learning), brave (he's more reckless than he is brave) and capable (again, he can take care of himself, but he's far from a shining star of self-reliance), Chandr usually only succeeds in making himself look foolish and bull-headed.
Among animals and people he knows, he's less taciturn, almost playful. He enjoys pulling pranks on his adopted father and his household, though Chandr's idea of a prank is destroying something valuable. He's never open about his emotions, preferring to bottle them up until he can't contain them any longer, but he'll at least speak up about his likes and dislikes instead of trying to seem like the strong, silent type.
What Chandr wants most, in no small terms, is to help fix the world. He believes this can be done if people work hard enough and just keep up a positive outlook. Prejudice disgusts him, as does fear, and he does whatever he can to combat them in his daily life. He wants Nabradia to be rebuilt better than it was before, he wants Landis to show its true strength and he wants Archadia and all of its inhabitants wiped from the face of the planet. Usually, he keeps the last bit to himself and conceals his blind hatred of all things Archadian (including himself). However, some people have witnessed Chandr's vicious streak first hand and remarked that it was like seeing a completely different person wearing his skin.
[edit] Skills
Ambidextrous, strongly empathetic to animals and can therefore train most of them (a man-eating dragon uh might get away from him), can hold his own in a knife fight and has an iron stomach (you could feed him a bomb and he wouldn't so much as burp).
- Strengths: Dedicated, loyal, willing to get his hands dirty, willing to die standing up for what he believes in, personable, charming in a dumb-kid way, able to grasp moral grey areas even if he can't articulate them.
- Weaknesses: Blindly prejudiced against Archadians and Landisians to a point (for surrendering to the empire), prejudiced against races that don't basically resemble humes (though he's not aware that he is), easily angered, leaps before he looks, easily manipulated, short attention span, enjoys annoying other people, never thinks he's wrong and will compliment anything with boobs til the sun rises.
[edit] Other Information (optional)
[edit] Favorites and Likes
- Color Silver
- Food Steak (the bloodier, the better)
- Activity
- Other Likes
[edit] Least Favorites and Dislikes
- Color Pink
- Food Mango pickles
- Activity
- Other Dislikes
