Duomongo

Name: Duomongo

Age: 430

Gender: Male

Tribe: Glacious - Guardian (Wanderer)

Personality: Solitary. Tends to be quiet unless talked to. He's usually careful with those smaller than him but uses brute force against anything his size or bigger, specially when challenged. Shows respect but doesn't particularly respect anyone. Has been at odds with Nelviram once or twice in the past, but no one is sure. Could be a nice person, but sometimes is just plain mean. He recognizes the superior auithority of royals but doesn't always bow. Likes Calypso, as the queen that has succeded, but doesn't say so. He often travels off  the border of the tribe for long periods of time. Some periods are so long, many forget he was ever part of the tribe at all, save Zekroam. He doesn't personally know Boreas.

Motto: "Respect is earned, not given."

Back Story: Rumor has it he was at one point raised by Zekroam after his parents drowned during the melting of the ice. He was with her until he was 15 years of age and still a small child when he went missing after the collapse of a glacier. He was never seen again until he was about 87 years of age. Zekroam barely recognized him with his new markings. After being gone for so long, it was difficult for him to readjust to tribe life. At the age of 138 he became border guardian. There were challenges and difficulties for the tribe but they all succeded. Like many other guardians he became expertly skilled in combat. At the age of 238 he decided it was time to travel again, not everyone agreed but no one stopped him. Around the age of 403 he had found himself somewhere in Siberia and traveled east in order to cross the ice to get to Alaska. One day around the age of 416 he was met by a small group of nomadic uuncas as he began traveling south and into the North American Tundra. Most of them pacifists and singers, not well built for long battles save an even smaller number. They were accompanied by small children and a young teen fem too young to take the mantle of their leader just yet, Lumina. Next to her was her father who was largest in the group and muscular, Amón...

A quick duel between them at such point was enough for Duomongo to want to join their little troop, as the leader of the group had earned his respect. After leaning of the nomads' difficulties and thier losses due to an unknown threat he decided to become their ally and guard them. He became the nomadic tribe's Golaith as they continued the search for a lost child and the home of their ancestors, Namu and Ambala. Later, Lumina also went missing after she and Amón went off on a scouting trip together and she woke alone one. As it turned out, she had set forth on her own journey, following a feeling that later led her to Namu.

All the while, when Amón had left her to rest, he had been stalking a armed human being with a familiar uniform. He was caught after finding an outpost and was going to be shipped out when Duomongo had tracked him down and manage to rescue him along with a handful of other creatures. By the time they rejoined the tribe, Lumina was already gone and Marcallow and the others were searching for both him and her. The nomadic tribe puts aside their wishes to find Lumina. They manage to follow her trail but lose it over time as it soon lead to some rapids. Duomongo, reading the signs and noticing Amón's expression consol's him. He tells him of an old tale of a place called Ambala and that sometimes an uunca will feel a call back to it... or so it was told when he was small and naive. Not exactly the greatest hope for the now lone father, but it was enough. Eöwa said her grandmother was once from such a place and he inmediatley asked Duomongo if he knew how to get there. "Yes." he said, "But you wont get there jumping over those rapids."

Duomongo then lead the tribe as best to his memory to that place called Ambala that Zekroam once told him about, unsure if it was still there or if it was another one of her olf fairy tales. Sure enough, yearse later, they found one of the entrances. This one was between eagle and aztec tribe borders. They arrive and the land is in an outbreak. All there are striken by the conflict before them. Duomongo and Amón decide that it is safer for the nomads to sit back under Marcallow's vigilance. Duomongo and Amón then set out to investigate. What thjey'll find will surprise them...

Skills: To be updated...

PS to , some of the markings were a little hard to decifer from the tiny pick I downloaded, so I went ahead and made some minute changes. EX, one of his fingers has a gold ring on it.