Healing and kicking ass
Group: First Job
Member No.: 18
Joined: 25-May 10
Name: Mohammad "Ayin" al'Medhain
Assassin name: Little Hammer
Job Class: acolyte
Ayin's head is topped by a messy mop of green hair which ends right at the nape. Below the uneven fringe are bright, ice blue eyes that stand out on a sun-darkened face. The boy has an honest, open face which easily brights up with a wide grin--this adds to his charm, and the boy already has the makings of a future lady-killer. While not largely built he has an athletic body and particularly toned legs.
Ayin is playful, stubborn, proud, and too honest for his own good. Heís not very difficult to read as he is expressive and doesn't go to too much pains to hide his emotions. He is a very cheerful, friendly, eager, and easy-going child, but because of his pride, insulting or undermining him is as good a way to motivate him as giving him praise. He gets things done faster and better that way, but like any human being, he loses a bit of reason when he's angry (in other words, don't insult him too much).
While he can be crass when annoyed, he is mostly a gentleman and is very affectionate. He is actually very caring, especially for people who need it. Ayin is also protective of the people he holds dear, and will do anything for them. But if you EVER betray him, he will never forgive you. Heís a hot-head and his anger doesnít fade easily.
Strengths: Willful. Agile. Can stand intense heat and thirst.
Weaknesses: Reckless. Stubborn. Holds grudges. Tends to act first before thinking. Loses himself around the Undead.
Although nephew to the caliph of Morroc, Mohammad lived away from the desert city. After all, his father was practically disowned when he refused the caliphate, and besides his mother had a perfectly safe homeóan almost inaccessible fortress in the middle of the desert, to be exact. His motherís long ancestral line of assassins of The Guild had lived in that same fortress for centuries, and it served them well enough. It was due to this that Mohammad was rarely around other children besides his personal servant, Marwan, his little sister, and his cousin from his motherís side. He and Rayana would sometimes visit their cousins in the city, but the days-long walk from their home limited these visits. The ones who ever came to visit them were 'friends' of their parents, and those never stayed very long or talked to the children much.
Like his sister and cousin, Mohammad was taught stealth and quickness. He was aware of what his parents were, although they were very vague on the details and simply told him that they were called assassins but were enforcers of balance. In his young age he had no plans of his own yet, and was content to accept his lessons and the future set for him--which was to follow in their footsteps. The only thing he really wanted to do at the time was ensure his sisterís safety. Mohammad doted on his sister and thought them inseparable, so much that he adopted the nickname Ayin, the name of half a pair of twins in a local tale. Aya was the name of the other twin, and also Rayanaís nickname.
The first time the three kids were taken to train against monsters together was when Ayin first entered the pyramids. This was when they wandered (or rather, they got lost in the mazes) past set magical boundaries and encountered their first mummy. Ayin witnessed Aya get injured, and after that day would develop a crippling, irrational fear of the undead. But that would be his problem later. In the pyramids, against a mummy, their servant and bodyguard was the only one around who could kill it. Marwan rescued his charge and administered first aid, and then carried Aya out while the two boys followed. They found a Healer at the pyramid entrance. That was when Ayin first learned of an alternative future; or rather it was the first time heíd observed another job class at work. After his panic over his sisterís injury had faded, he began asking the priest who healed her questions: could they heal any injury; how was it done; and could anyone learn it too? Healing soon held the boyís interest.
However, he didnít dare tell his parents about it. Especially his mother. He was from a long line of assassins, trained from a young age to become one. His parents never really told him they wanted him to be like them, but he felt they did, what with them entrusting him with the knowledge of an organization that was supposed to be a heavily guarded secret. So, when he was of considerable age to attempt to enter the Church, Ayin got Marwan to help him get to the continentís capital of Prontera without his parents knowing. He didn't like to think of what might happen if they came after him, though.
Ayin studied at the Church with eagerness, wanting nothing more than to start learning how to Heal. And make new friends, of course. He wasn't somebody who'd talked to people outside his family so often, though, (living in a desert fortress did that) so his forward approach to making friends backfired on him and most acoyte trainees shied away from him. He was starting to feel discouraged, but a hunter named Gregory Crosshatch helped him a bit with that. He wasn't really sure what Gregory was trying to teach (or, well, maybe he had an idea), but he did get an acolyte to see him differently and she helped his image a lot.
Speaking of friends, his mentor turned out to be a very important one. Father Silverius convinced him to go back home and talk to his parents, and the next day they were off for Morroc. However, what was supposed to be a trip back home turned into a life-threatening event. The Guild had found out about his leaving, apparently something not allowed in assassin families. And to make things worse, he had brought his mentor with him. That, to their eyes, was a violation of the assassin's tenets. After nearly dying at the hands of the Black Hand's Sickle, Ayin and Silverius had their lives saved by his father, and then spared by the Cross in exchange for Ayin's lifelong service to The Guild.
Despite having been close to death and forging a promise that might mean his death in the future, Ayin remained his cheerful self. He was, after all, someone who rarely thought of what was to come and simply lived in the present. He'd apologized to his father, and his relationship with Father Silverius was not tarnished, thankfully, since the priest's memory of the incident was removed, although the boy did sometimes feel guilt for haing put his mentor in harm's way. He vowed never to do so again.
Acolyte training continued from then on without incident, or at least not as 'excting' as what happened in Morroc. There was his disastrous training against the Undead. Instead of letting go of his fears he simply shut down around Undead and went on a rampage. Needless to say he wouldn't be sent on exorcisms without someone physically superior to look out for him. And then there was Silverius long absence.
Ayin had heard that his mentor's friends had been injured during a battle in the South, and he was taking it pretty hard. As a result his mentor left Ayin's ordainment papers incomplete. Now as much as the boy wanted to be ordained he kind of understood, and instead practiced on his own, so that when his acolyte test came he would be more than ready. When Silverius returned months later, all he could do was give his mentor a pat on the back, and a congratulations that his friends had pulled through. And he might have given a playful jab at Silverius being a crybaby; he couldn't remember.
Eventually Ayin was ordained, regardless of all the delays, mishaps, and weaknesses, and kept to Healing people and fighting monsters that weren't living corpses. Since he wasn't reliant on Heal bombs (although he did use Holy Light when he could) he naturally developed a greater skill for melee fighting. This opened up the possibility of being someone other than a Healer, but of course Ayin was still a long way from having to make that choice.
Amok (passive) Ė When faced with undead monsters Ayin snaps, temporarily loses the ability to perform magic, abandons tactics or even sense, and goes berserk on the undead, bashing with insane speed, strength, and vitality. The status effects do not fade and he does not come back to his senses unless either he beats every single walking corpse into the ground; he is somehow dragged away from the vicinity of undead (not a very easy task); or he is knocked out.
an ornate dagger
- he hates vegetables
This post has been edited by Ayin on Sep 6 2010, 11:41 AM