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Ok, this is my first attempt at a biography for any made up character other than wrestling(lol) so hopefully it doesn't suck TOO bad. Yes I know there can't be any special characters in names such as the ú in Kahlzúm but ya know, whatever.
The Story of Kahlzúm
Our story begins in the vast city of Bastok and a young Galka by name of Kahlzúm. Kahlzúm's father was a miner in the great city, and often never came home from work. So he decided it was best to hire a caretaker for the young, mischievous boy. Being the kind race that they are, a young Mithra woman ventured all the way from her home in Windurst to earn herself a living. Her name was Ry'shea. Over the years the two became quite good friends and she had often entertained Kahlzúm with stories from her home. She told of the old days of Kazham, stories she heard as a child from her mother, and so it is being passed on. She also told of where she lived before venturing to Bastok, the great Federation of Windurst. The stories enthralled young Kahlzúm, he loved her stories. She spoke of the many Tarutaru's and Mithra roaming the streets. Kahlzúm had never seen a Tarutaru before and was quite interested. Lucky for him, Ry'shea happened to have a picture of her best friends from home, who were Tarutarus. However, as interesting as the Tarutaru stories were, the boy just couldn't get over the grace and swiftness of the Mithra. He spent many a night reading about the stories that were told to him. Stories of the sneaking Thieves, the agile Rangers, and the legends of the silent Ninja. He loved it. One day, as Ry'shea was ending one of her stories about ninjas, Kahlzúm, who at this time was a little older, made a move on the beautiful Mithra. This frightened the lady, and the next day she packed her bags and left the family.
This could be stated as the event that started Kahlzúm down his misguided path. Months following the event he felt regected, unwanted, and at times even hated. Paranoia became his fortè. After his intial phase of rejection, he started to feel resentment. Resentment towards everything and everyone. He was often caught stealing from the local stores and mugging people. He became an outcast. All of this was happening unbeknownst to his father and when his father started receiving complaints at work about Kahlzúm's behavior, he came down pretty hard on him. I mean seriously, hard on him. You see, his father was a miner by profession, but back in his glory days he was a member of the Monk society. However, he was banished from that very society for loss of temper. All the temper and rage came back to him as his new name, which he worked so hard for to get, was being smeared by his very own son. A rather harsh beatdown ensued, leaving Kahlzúm unconcious. The next week, after a young male Hume had ridiculed and embarassed him in public, a temper in himself rose. He charged at the Hume and proceeded to pummel him into the ground in the middle of the street. It took 2 Galkan adults to pull him off of the boy. The city could not take the risk anymore. They sent him off, to find another place to call home. And so off he went, with nothing but the shirt on his back. Abondoned, battered, and exiled. Just a young man.
As he was walking in no particular direction he remembered the great stories of Ry'shea's hometown. He remembered the stories of friendly Tarutarus and loving Mithra. He remembered all the stories of great Mithran Thieves, Rangers, and Ninjas. And also of powerful Black Mages, tender White Mages, and Do-It-All Red Mages. He knew, where he must go. He knew he had no choice but to go to the great Federation of Windurst and experience it all for himself. The trip was hard and conditions were worse, but he trotted on. Just as he could begin to see the city in the distance, he passed out from all the activity. When he awoke, he was in the care of a small Tarutaru family. One female was wearing a white robe with red designs across the back. The male was wearing a black jacket and a pointed wide-brimmed hat. He instantly recognized the two small creatures. They were the ones from Ry'shea's pictures!! They were obviously White and Black Mages from the customary equipment they had on. The large Galka stumbled his way off of the floor and stood up. He was JUST small enough to fit in the house. The three of them stepped outside into the city of Windurst. It was a sight to behold. Swift Mithras everyone, tiny Tarutarus hustling and bustling everywhere. It was just as Ry'shea had said. This got Kahlzúm thinking and he quickly said...
"Where's Ry'shea?"
The two Mages looked at eachother with solemn looks on their faces and then turned to stare the Galkan in the eye.
The Story of Kahlzúm
Our story begins in the vast city of Bastok and a young Galka by name of Kahlzúm. Kahlzúm's father was a miner in the great city, and often never came home from work. So he decided it was best to hire a caretaker for the young, mischievous boy. Being the kind race that they are, a young Mithra woman ventured all the way from her home in Windurst to earn herself a living. Her name was Ry'shea. Over the years the two became quite good friends and she had often entertained Kahlzúm with stories from her home. She told of the old days of Kazham, stories she heard as a child from her mother, and so it is being passed on. She also told of where she lived before venturing to Bastok, the great Federation of Windurst. The stories enthralled young Kahlzúm, he loved her stories. She spoke of the many Tarutaru's and Mithra roaming the streets. Kahlzúm had never seen a Tarutaru before and was quite interested. Lucky for him, Ry'shea happened to have a picture of her best friends from home, who were Tarutarus. However, as interesting as the Tarutaru stories were, the boy just couldn't get over the grace and swiftness of the Mithra. He spent many a night reading about the stories that were told to him. Stories of the sneaking Thieves, the agile Rangers, and the legends of the silent Ninja. He loved it. One day, as Ry'shea was ending one of her stories about ninjas, Kahlzúm, who at this time was a little older, made a move on the beautiful Mithra. This frightened the lady, and the next day she packed her bags and left the family.
This could be stated as the event that started Kahlzúm down his misguided path. Months following the event he felt regected, unwanted, and at times even hated. Paranoia became his fortè. After his intial phase of rejection, he started to feel resentment. Resentment towards everything and everyone. He was often caught stealing from the local stores and mugging people. He became an outcast. All of this was happening unbeknownst to his father and when his father started receiving complaints at work about Kahlzúm's behavior, he came down pretty hard on him. I mean seriously, hard on him. You see, his father was a miner by profession, but back in his glory days he was a member of the Monk society. However, he was banished from that very society for loss of temper. All the temper and rage came back to him as his new name, which he worked so hard for to get, was being smeared by his very own son. A rather harsh beatdown ensued, leaving Kahlzúm unconcious. The next week, after a young male Hume had ridiculed and embarassed him in public, a temper in himself rose. He charged at the Hume and proceeded to pummel him into the ground in the middle of the street. It took 2 Galkan adults to pull him off of the boy. The city could not take the risk anymore. They sent him off, to find another place to call home. And so off he went, with nothing but the shirt on his back. Abondoned, battered, and exiled. Just a young man.
As he was walking in no particular direction he remembered the great stories of Ry'shea's hometown. He remembered the stories of friendly Tarutarus and loving Mithra. He remembered all the stories of great Mithran Thieves, Rangers, and Ninjas. And also of powerful Black Mages, tender White Mages, and Do-It-All Red Mages. He knew, where he must go. He knew he had no choice but to go to the great Federation of Windurst and experience it all for himself. The trip was hard and conditions were worse, but he trotted on. Just as he could begin to see the city in the distance, he passed out from all the activity. When he awoke, he was in the care of a small Tarutaru family. One female was wearing a white robe with red designs across the back. The male was wearing a black jacket and a pointed wide-brimmed hat. He instantly recognized the two small creatures. They were the ones from Ry'shea's pictures!! They were obviously White and Black Mages from the customary equipment they had on. The large Galka stumbled his way off of the floor and stood up. He was JUST small enough to fit in the house. The three of them stepped outside into the city of Windurst. It was a sight to behold. Swift Mithras everyone, tiny Tarutarus hustling and bustling everywhere. It was just as Ry'shea had said. This got Kahlzúm thinking and he quickly said...
"Where's Ry'shea?"
The two Mages looked at eachother with solemn looks on their faces and then turned to stare the Galkan in the eye.
that is...so long. :angel: It was weally good though. 
Thanks everyone for the support!!!
But if not tomorrow, definately sometime this weekend.
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