Post by Wrennie on Jul 28, 2023 11:51:27 GMT
UMA'MARU OF ROT'ZO HAEDA CLAN
Sweetheart - tryhard - pushover - desperate - kind - gracious - pious - doesn't really know himself, only wants to make his clan and the gods happy
No one can say that Uma doesn't try is best. If there's a hunt to go on, he'll volunteer first. Borders need huffa? He'll leap at the opportunity. Some dust in the corners? Let him clean that out for you! Anything anyone could ask, Uma would love to. Please, let him help. Let him prove himself that he's still worthy of being Rot'zo Haeda. Ever since he was born in a gap in the stars, where no god wanted to claim him, he has been desperate to prove that he is worthy of the respect of his clan. He grew up hearing the stories, seeing how those blessed by the various gods all seemed to fit their moulds. He was always the outsider.
He strives to be kind, brave, wise, silly, strong, anything! No matter how hard he tries, there always seems to be someone kinder, braver, stronger, someone that the gods have actually chosen to be those things. The one thing he could never wrap his head around was herbs and healing. Maybe it was the gods' way of laughing at him, keeping any direct communication away from his grasp. He still pushes himself further and further, answering every call even if he doesn't actually want to do it, just to try and catch the attention of some long-forgotten god that might come down and bless him. Maybe Rumblier could make an exception and turn his eye towards one lowly tosa and bless him for his hard work.
The only thing Uma really knows about himself is that he is a failure to his clan, and an outcast. He was cast away by gods who have blessed every member of his family from the beginning of time. He will be whatever anyone else wants. His being is made to fill any gap, meet any need of those around him. Who is Uma'Maru? Entirely depends on what the clan needs that day. One could say he is dependable. Another could say he's annoying in his efforts to reach something he simply can't achieve. Uma knows he is... sad. Every day he grieves a life that he could have had. He desperately wants to be loved, accepted, appreciated by his clan the same way that everyone else is. Though not an askabi by rank, he holds that mentality about himself. He can't open up to release his thoughts to anyone around him. He feels beneath them, and they probably already know he feels the coldness of their feelings towards him. He lives every day trying to show he can be more, do more, help those around him and serve the gods well, even if it is striving for a reward he won't get.
Everyone wishes their birthday was revered as a great day in history. Everyone except Uma'mara. The day of his birth was a day of great anxiety for all who dare to tell the tale. For generations, each and ever canna of Rot'zo Haeda had been blessed by the gods. An incomprehendable number of dogs and not a single one had been missed, until he was born. His sister was blessed by U'less, a fact that already brought some nervous laughter to their parents at the thought of having to raise such a rambunctious daugther. When the shadowspeaker turned to him... he's been told that the silence was deafening. No god spoke up to bless him. Not even Rahani'hu's kindness stretched down to give him a pity blessing. He cleaved from the gods, abandoned for a reason the newborn pup couldn't understand.
Growing up, he was allowed to remain within Rot'zo Haeda only due to his parental lineage. He was, by blood, a member of the clan. He was kept at a notable distance from the rest of the clan however. It took convincing for anyone to take him on as a cadet when he turned three blinks old. No one wanted to associate closely and consistently with him in fear that the gods would take notice that their adandoned one had attention paid to it. Finally, he was placed with a reluctant canna who taught him the very basics of hunting, sparring, and the rituals for the gods. From that point he was mostly bounced between the different patrols and hunting parties, begging to join and show what he had learned with little success.
He finally earned the title of corporal, but with it came the name Uma'Maru. Turtle belly. Named such because of his willingness to roll over at anyones beck and call, but also his resilience in the face of the ostracisation from his clan. He switches often between seeing his name as a marker of some sort of acceptance by his clanmates, and thinking it to be an underhanded insult making fun of him. He continued to try and do everything the best he could, even offering to take on a cadet after only a blink of being a corporal, just to show that he was willing. None was given to him of course. What could a dog abandoned by the gods teach one that was? Could he even handle it? It wasn't worth trying.
Only a couple blinks into being a full-fledged member of the clan, the grimm came. Uma and there rest of the clan were forced into the same steel cages, and for once, they were considered equals in the eyes of those monsters. When Rozo'ama Akoda destroyed everything, killed canna of all clans Uma couldn't help but feel like the blame was on him. The gods were punishing the canna for keeping him alive, for letting a Rot'zo Haeda with no blessing continue to besmirch their wills. He should have been outcast, dropped on the doorstep of another clan who did not share such a close relationship with their creators. This was all his fault.
When the grimm's prison fell, Uma couldn't bring himself to return to the museum for nearly a blink. For all he knew, him coming back and reconvening with his clan would probably cause the world to catch fire or disease to spread everywhere. He had been separated from them for a reason, and this was clearly what the gods had in mind for him.
When he finally made his way back, the clan was still not back to normal. It gave him a little comfort that everyone was as displaced as he was, just for a moment. It was Ridna'hin, now Rozo'far Skao that finally set things right. She took charge, directed the clan back to normalcy, and began to lead them with a strength he hadn't seen from her before.
She inspired him to try even harder! The gods had looked down to her again, giving her a second blessing when the clan was in disrepair. There was still hope for him! He threw himself into clan duties, helping to build back the life and mourn those that were lost. He volunteered for anything and everything. No task was too big. He comforted those in mourning, was brave for those who needed him to be, strong as he could be in the hunts, and a jester for those in need of a laugh. He wants to be the canna that everyone knows is reliable in any situation. Maybe then, at the next Dance of Celestials, the gods will look favourably down upon him.
Sister: unknown - presumed alive
PERSONALITY ⚘
♔ It takes an hour to appreciate someone ♔
No one can say that Uma doesn't try is best. If there's a hunt to go on, he'll volunteer first. Borders need huffa? He'll leap at the opportunity. Some dust in the corners? Let him clean that out for you! Anything anyone could ask, Uma would love to. Please, let him help. Let him prove himself that he's still worthy of being Rot'zo Haeda. Ever since he was born in a gap in the stars, where no god wanted to claim him, he has been desperate to prove that he is worthy of the respect of his clan. He grew up hearing the stories, seeing how those blessed by the various gods all seemed to fit their moulds. He was always the outsider.
He strives to be kind, brave, wise, silly, strong, anything! No matter how hard he tries, there always seems to be someone kinder, braver, stronger, someone that the gods have actually chosen to be those things. The one thing he could never wrap his head around was herbs and healing. Maybe it was the gods' way of laughing at him, keeping any direct communication away from his grasp. He still pushes himself further and further, answering every call even if he doesn't actually want to do it, just to try and catch the attention of some long-forgotten god that might come down and bless him. Maybe Rumblier could make an exception and turn his eye towards one lowly tosa and bless him for his hard work.
The only thing Uma really knows about himself is that he is a failure to his clan, and an outcast. He was cast away by gods who have blessed every member of his family from the beginning of time. He will be whatever anyone else wants. His being is made to fill any gap, meet any need of those around him. Who is Uma'Maru? Entirely depends on what the clan needs that day. One could say he is dependable. Another could say he's annoying in his efforts to reach something he simply can't achieve. Uma knows he is... sad. Every day he grieves a life that he could have had. He desperately wants to be loved, accepted, appreciated by his clan the same way that everyone else is. Though not an askabi by rank, he holds that mentality about himself. He can't open up to release his thoughts to anyone around him. He feels beneath them, and they probably already know he feels the coldness of their feelings towards him. He lives every day trying to show he can be more, do more, help those around him and serve the gods well, even if it is striving for a reward he won't get.
HISTORY ⌛
≡ A day to love them ≡
Growing up, he was allowed to remain within Rot'zo Haeda only due to his parental lineage. He was, by blood, a member of the clan. He was kept at a notable distance from the rest of the clan however. It took convincing for anyone to take him on as a cadet when he turned three blinks old. No one wanted to associate closely and consistently with him in fear that the gods would take notice that their adandoned one had attention paid to it. Finally, he was placed with a reluctant canna who taught him the very basics of hunting, sparring, and the rituals for the gods. From that point he was mostly bounced between the different patrols and hunting parties, begging to join and show what he had learned with little success.
He finally earned the title of corporal, but with it came the name Uma'Maru. Turtle belly. Named such because of his willingness to roll over at anyones beck and call, but also his resilience in the face of the ostracisation from his clan. He switches often between seeing his name as a marker of some sort of acceptance by his clanmates, and thinking it to be an underhanded insult making fun of him. He continued to try and do everything the best he could, even offering to take on a cadet after only a blink of being a corporal, just to show that he was willing. None was given to him of course. What could a dog abandoned by the gods teach one that was? Could he even handle it? It wasn't worth trying.
Only a couple blinks into being a full-fledged member of the clan, the grimm came. Uma and there rest of the clan were forced into the same steel cages, and for once, they were considered equals in the eyes of those monsters. When Rozo'ama Akoda destroyed everything, killed canna of all clans Uma couldn't help but feel like the blame was on him. The gods were punishing the canna for keeping him alive, for letting a Rot'zo Haeda with no blessing continue to besmirch their wills. He should have been outcast, dropped on the doorstep of another clan who did not share such a close relationship with their creators. This was all his fault.
When the grimm's prison fell, Uma couldn't bring himself to return to the museum for nearly a blink. For all he knew, him coming back and reconvening with his clan would probably cause the world to catch fire or disease to spread everywhere. He had been separated from them for a reason, and this was clearly what the gods had in mind for him.
When he finally made his way back, the clan was still not back to normal. It gave him a little comfort that everyone was as displaced as he was, just for a moment. It was Ridna'hin, now Rozo'far Skao that finally set things right. She took charge, directed the clan back to normalcy, and began to lead them with a strength he hadn't seen from her before.
She inspired him to try even harder! The gods had looked down to her again, giving her a second blessing when the clan was in disrepair. There was still hope for him! He threw himself into clan duties, helping to build back the life and mourn those that were lost. He volunteered for anything and everything. No task was too big. He comforted those in mourning, was brave for those who needed him to be, strong as he could be in the hunts, and a jester for those in need of a laugh. He wants to be the canna that everyone knows is reliable in any situation. Maybe then, at the next Dance of Celestials, the gods will look favourably down upon him.
RELATIONSHIPS ❤️
≡ And an eternity to forget them ≡
credit to Laura of Adox
