D ((CW: self-harm)) [Anyone coming into the holodeck will possibly be a little disturbed to find Zandakar kneeling before the image of a stern woman, heavily scarred and seated upon a massive throne, gleaming black stone carved into the shape of a scorpion. The fierce blue eyes of the woman in the image mirror Zandakar's own.]
God keep me in your watchful eye. Forgive me, Yuma. [And even as he says it he reaches up to sheer one vibrant blue godbraid from his head with a pair of dull scissors from the craft room. Upon closer inspection it seems there are thin lines scored across his arms, slowly seeping blood.]
E [Zandakar has moved tables aside, clearing a space of floor in the cafeteria large enough for him to maintain his training. He may not have his snake-blade but he is, at least, using one of the knives from the kitchen as a suitable replacement for the sake of practice. Watching him move through his hotas is something both terrifying and beautiful. He moves swift and precise through the motions of a highly trained warrior. He is but a tool of the God, it sees him and guides him through his knife-dance.
It would definitely be a bad idea to sneak up on him but as long as you announce yourself first maybe he'd be willing to talk.]
Zandakar | Champion of the God | Godspeaker Trilogy
[Anyone coming into the holodeck will possibly be a little disturbed to find Zandakar kneeling before the image of a stern woman, heavily scarred and seated upon a massive throne, gleaming black stone carved into the shape of a scorpion. The fierce blue eyes of the woman in the image mirror Zandakar's own.]
God keep me in your watchful eye. Forgive me, Yuma. [And even as he says it he reaches up to sheer one vibrant blue godbraid from his head with a pair of dull scissors from the craft room. Upon closer inspection it seems there are thin lines scored across his arms, slowly seeping blood.]
E
[Zandakar has moved tables aside, clearing a space of floor in the cafeteria large enough for him to maintain his training. He may not have his snake-blade but he is, at least, using one of the knives from the kitchen as a suitable replacement for the sake of practice. Watching him move through his hotas is something both terrifying and beautiful. He moves swift and precise through the motions of a highly trained warrior. He is but a tool of the God, it sees him and guides him through his knife-dance.
It would definitely be a bad idea to sneak up on him but as long as you announce yourself first maybe he'd be willing to talk.]