Ne'haer Commanders

Name: Roll Katarok

Created by: Aeon

Race: Mixed (Human/Qi'ora)

Age: 156

Born: 7th of Saun, arc 560

Title: Valiant of the Steel Company for the Blades of Zafra

Blessings/Curses: N/A

Skills:

Other Information: Katarok was born in Nashaki, and has always felt the need to help people, no matter in which way. The only thing strong enough to beat that need, was his need to build things, and as he traveled throughout Idalos, he found his place among the Blades of Zafra, where he could do both of those things. Moving up the ranks slowly, the half Qi'ora knew he had the time, so he didn't rush it. Katarok always has patience within his eyes, much unlike the rest of the world around him, and he tries to see everything in the best way possible. He will not succumb to corruption or pressure from his peers, and believes that with all of the hard work he put into his career, he deserves to make his own decisions, and to fully control his entire company. With his legionnaires Katarok tries to be like a big happy family, knowing that everything that happens to the men and women serving under him will be his fault. He never lets mistakes just slip unnoticed, and will often come along with the legionnaires during their work days just to observe and talk with his men. Although in some aspects strict, Katarok is a sweet little kitty compared to the rest of the Blades, and he, and his soldiers, know that, but those who take advantage of it will experience the wrath of the half Qi'ora. He had never married or had children, but he views his entire company as his children, and will mourn for every lost man as he would for his own son. There are rumors spreading around that the only love of his life was killed by Syroa, but those rumors can not be confirmed, as Katarok often just puts a smile on his face and tells the soldiers that asked him to go back to their work.

Name: Farr Kyrene

Created by: Aeon

Race: Human

Age: 40

Born: 11th of Ashan, arc 676

Title: Legionnaire of the Siege Platoon for the Blades of Zafra

Blessings/Curses: Aeva's blessing - Adored

Skills:

Other Information: Farr was born and raised in Ne'haer with one purpose in his life. To build. Ever since his childhood, he built small contraptions that did random things. From small catapults, to buildings the size of himself, Farr could not leave his tools and materials, and so he joined the Blades. It didn't take long for the man's talent to be recognized, mostly by the Valiant of his company, and later by the others, and he grew in ranking, as well as skill, quite fast. He is currently considered to be the best Siege weapons creator that lives, being near able to outdo everyone before him throughout Idalosian history. It is only his attitude that is stopping Farr from progressing even higher, since he can be quite temperamental. The man can lose his wits once somebody insults his hard work, or once somebody acts more ignorant than usual. There are a lot of things which tick this man off, and as much as he would like to be like his Valiant and remain relaxed, he just can't. Every little thing can piss him off to the extremes, and it is better not to do so, considering he can be one of the harshest commanders currently in active service.

Farr views Katarok as a father figure and a mentor, and would never do anything to willingly harm him, not even if it would result in him picking up the half Qi'ora's place. The human has a good moral compass, it is only his nerves that keep him from being such a good person. He goes around the barracks most often, torturing the younger Blades because they aren't working hard enough. In his eyes, nobody is working hard enough, and hard work is the only way to perfection. One could say he is a bit too ambitious regarding his own apprentices.

Name: Jos Yv'Akor

Created by: Aeon

Race: Biqaj

Age: 49

Born: 80th of Vhalar, arc 667

Title: Legionnaire of the Silver Tongue Platoon for the Blades of Zafra

Blessings/Curses: N/A

Skills:

Other Information: Jos was never quite engaged in the seafaring and speeches of freedom his people gave, but instead he wanted to know more about the land, about the crafts in which other mortals were, and about the life in the city, the life as a soldier. He was always more brain than muscles, and that helped him through several tough situation which could not be handled by just muscles. Jos was often messed with during his service because of his thin build, and yet he could take it all with a broad smile on his face. The biqaj doesn't talk much, and often leaves the social jobs to the men beneath his rank, while only entering serious and prolonged conversations with the other legionnaires and the valiant, when necessary. Unlike the other two legionnaires, the half Qi'ora valiant was not the one to whom Jos owes his success. This biqaj struggled all by himself, without anybody's help, nor advice, only so he could reach this high of a position within the Steel Company.

Jos often makes low sound jokes about death and retirement, and how he was ready for both of those. He has seen action in his days, and it molded him into a quiet, thoughtful and observing individual. He constantly runs out of words on both his native tongue and the Common language, and prefers to be the one listening to someone talking, instead of doing the talking himself.

Name: Kios Qujiha (came from the Rakahi, Qau'Jihai, Heart of Earth)

Created by: Aeon

Race: Mixed (Human/Biqaj)

Age: 66

Born: 2nd of Cylus, arc 650

Title: Legionnaire of the Hurled Arrow Platoon for the Blades of Zafra

Blessings/Curses: N/A

Skills:

Other Information: Kios was born on a boat, and spent his entire childhood on a boat. He only knew his crazed biqaj mother which would not land for over a week for the love of all Immortals. And so, one day, the young half-blood got tired of being pulled on a boat, and ran away into the night. It wasn't long before someone noticed a young 17-year-old beggar in the streets, and offered him food and a place to call home, if he joined the Blades of Zafra. The man who did this was Katarok. Kios, even though he wasn't as talented as the rest of his squad, was extremely hard-working and unyielding, never stopping what he was doing until it brought him positive results. He looks at the world much like his older mentor does, with peace and serenity, and does not care much about the conflict of others, as much as he does about the conflict of his own soldiers. He was once one of those Blades, and so he knows what it feels like. Kios often visits the new recruits to help them out as much as possible, giving them whatever they may need to progress in their skills.

The half Biqaj is a free spirit, and yet he has learned that rules should be followed. He allows his apprentices small gaps in behavior and bends the rules often when it is necessary to help out a younger Blade, to the big disappointment of his mentor and superior. Kios honestly wants for everyone's life to be good, and for everyone's home to be an acceptable place to live in. He believes that one day, he could achieve real peace and harmony, even if it costed him his life. That was the motto of the Blades, and his motto too.

Name: Aurr

Created by: Aeon

Race: Mixed (Human/Aukari)

Age: 49

Born: 30th Cylus, arc 666

Title: Valiant of the Embersteel company for the Blades of Zafra

Blessings/Curses: Taithir - Favored

Skills:

Other Information: Aurr was born and raised in Sirothelle, and became a member of the Occult when he was only 6 years old. His talent with a weapon and words was shown since the beginning of his life, and he could easily outmatch in skill anyone even double his age, up until the point when he was 19, and one of the best of the best in the Occult. During that year, both of his parents, and the rest of his wider family were all brutally murdered, all of them except for his little brother. There was no sign of what had happened to them, since the inside of the house was completely and entirely disintegrated by a fire so strong. Aurr had learned to control his inner flame by this point, and so he didn't need the Occult's teachings anymore. He left, leaving his little brother behind, in an orphanage, to find the people behind the murder of his family.

By the age of 24, Aurr was a knight of the Blades, and a very skilled fighter. He was prone to advancements and promotions, even without any special mentor that showed him the way through the darkness. By the age of 37, he became an Elite, and during his 47th year of life he was named the Valiant of the Embersteel Company. Aurr is often brooding and bitter, not talking much. He is also one of the greatest warriors Ne'haer has known, and has been compared to Zafra himself several times. He doesn't tolerate bad behavior, a lack of enthusiasm, or just plain boredom within his soldiers. His control is with an iron hand, one that does not let go easily, and he has several times said that he would always rather take death over retirement. Aurr is the one that remains fighting on the battlefield when every other person is either too wounded or too frightened to keep going. He is the one that would stand in front of a balista only to keep his men safe. And yet he would never let anyone that serves him learn of that.