Name: Danny Joe, Tamal Manjit, Bali, Boy, Red Spot, Spotty, Shadow
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hair: Raven black, so black it almost has a blue sheen in a sort of messy bowlcut.
Eyes: Blue, made brilliant by the complete contrast they are to the rest of him
Skin: Deep tan (think Asian Indian for his entire look) He has a brand of ownership on his left shoulder blade (now crossed out), a different one on his right shoulder blade (also crossed out) and yet another on his right wrist.
Attire: A simple cotton tunic, loose and free, beige-ish in color and several inches too short in the arms. It, along with the rest of his wardrobe, is ideal for the hot summer months but near deadly in the cold winter. His cotton pants (also several inches too small) are held up by a simple rope belt. He wears no shoes and owns to jewelry except a simple wooden carving fastened around his neck by a leather strap.
Personality: Very quiet and respectful. While Tamal holds no love for any of his masters, he doesn't hate them. He views this as his part in life, something he will one day be free of. He suffers gladly, knowing complete obedience might even bring him the freedom he longs for. But after ten years, it hasn't happened. Even still, he stays alert. He considers it his duty to do everything to the best of his abilities. After all, he has seen that many powerful people are more unhappy than even himself, a simple slave.
History: Born to Tamara an Aki and her husband Aki abu Salih, Tamal Manjit (or Tamal Manjit abu Aki) was born in India, but his first memories came in the belly of a ship at the age of three. His parents were immigrating to England, along with the rest of their brood. They lived a few happy years together in the slums of London, two poor but happy adults with their eight children. But small pox swept through the city and both were lost, leaving Tamal's brother Hasim (age 15) to provide for them. It wasn't long before some do-gooders sent them to an orphanage. Like orphanages in stories, they were headed by hand-slapping hard-nosed nuns, but unlike the others it was also a good place and the family was very happy there. There they learned useful abilities, such as sewing, pottery, and ettiquette.
Two days after his 12th birthday, Tamal's entire family was taken from the orphanage. Hasim was too old to live in the orphanage any longer, but he refused to leave without his family. So once again, they were on the streets, from 18 year old Hasim to little Baba at the age of five. Each did what work they could to earn money for food. As soon as the next eldest, Rijar, became old enough to take some responsibility and he found a place for his family to live with an old babushka from the Upper North, Hasim signed on as a cabin boy on the ship The Crown. It was in that year while he was away that things fell apart. The old babushka died, leaving the seven remaining children on their own.
Timala, the second eldest, married a sailor who refused to let her siblings stay with them. Little Jaiza was trampled by a speeding carriage four months later while begging. That whittled the group of eight down to five. Rijar did his best to hold the family together, but at only 16, it was difficult. He was soon lured in by the underground world of drinking and opium. So while he still did what he could in his few lucid moments, that left young Tamal to bear most of the load in caring for the remaining other three. At the time he was only fifteen. It was in the last few months of Hasim's leave that it became intensly fashionable to abandon stiff homegrown help for those more exotic. Black, Northern, American, Irish, Spanish... Indian. A man approached Tamal and promised many things. Money, shelter, food, and that his family would stay together. All he had to do was sign a piece of paper that said he would work for this man for one year. All of his siblings would have to sign it if they wanted to come as well. While Tamal could read, he was lost in the large, confusing words the man wrote. So he trusted the stranger, signed his name, and then had the three younger ones sign as well. He left instructions for their neighbors to tell Rijar and Hasim should they return. and then they gathered up their paltry belongings and headed out. The house was grand and the man was kind, but it wasn't until his brother and sisters were torn from him and his shirt was yanked off so a branding iron could be attatched to his shoulder that naive Tamal realized he had been tricked. Servants could quit at any time. Slaves could not. Two weeks laterm Hasim returned home from the sea and stormed the magnificent house in search of his brothers and sisters, only to be physically escorted off and threatened with prison if he tried again. As far as Tamal knew, he never did. He stayed as a slave in the Duke of Chutney's household until the Duke decided to sell him to his cousin, the Earl of Kent. There he was rebranded and lost all contact with his family. The Earl of Kent took a trip to Ireland, where Tamal, at the age of twenty, was bought by Squire Bryanton, rebranded, and given the name Bali. And there he stayed until he was noticed by certain people for his skills of observation, silence, and obedience. So he was bought again.
Abilities: All the normal slave duties such as waiting, ability to stand for a long period of time, keep quiet, and he can sew, read, write, speak English and a very small smattering of Gaelic, make clay pots and barter like a pro.
Misc:
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hair: Raven black, so black it almost has a blue sheen in a sort of messy bowlcut.
Eyes: Blue, made brilliant by the complete contrast they are to the rest of him
Skin: Deep tan (think Asian Indian for his entire look) He has a brand of ownership on his left shoulder blade (now crossed out), a different one on his right shoulder blade (also crossed out) and yet another on his right wrist.
Attire: A simple cotton tunic, loose and free, beige-ish in color and several inches too short in the arms. It, along with the rest of his wardrobe, is ideal for the hot summer months but near deadly in the cold winter. His cotton pants (also several inches too small) are held up by a simple rope belt. He wears no shoes and owns to jewelry except a simple wooden carving fastened around his neck by a leather strap.
Personality: Very quiet and respectful. While Tamal holds no love for any of his masters, he doesn't hate them. He views this as his part in life, something he will one day be free of. He suffers gladly, knowing complete obedience might even bring him the freedom he longs for. But after ten years, it hasn't happened. Even still, he stays alert. He considers it his duty to do everything to the best of his abilities. After all, he has seen that many powerful people are more unhappy than even himself, a simple slave.
History: Born to Tamara an Aki and her husband Aki abu Salih, Tamal Manjit (or Tamal Manjit abu Aki) was born in India, but his first memories came in the belly of a ship at the age of three. His parents were immigrating to England, along with the rest of their brood. They lived a few happy years together in the slums of London, two poor but happy adults with their eight children. But small pox swept through the city and both were lost, leaving Tamal's brother Hasim (age 15) to provide for them. It wasn't long before some do-gooders sent them to an orphanage. Like orphanages in stories, they were headed by hand-slapping hard-nosed nuns, but unlike the others it was also a good place and the family was very happy there. There they learned useful abilities, such as sewing, pottery, and ettiquette.
Two days after his 12th birthday, Tamal's entire family was taken from the orphanage. Hasim was too old to live in the orphanage any longer, but he refused to leave without his family. So once again, they were on the streets, from 18 year old Hasim to little Baba at the age of five. Each did what work they could to earn money for food. As soon as the next eldest, Rijar, became old enough to take some responsibility and he found a place for his family to live with an old babushka from the Upper North, Hasim signed on as a cabin boy on the ship The Crown. It was in that year while he was away that things fell apart. The old babushka died, leaving the seven remaining children on their own.
Timala, the second eldest, married a sailor who refused to let her siblings stay with them. Little Jaiza was trampled by a speeding carriage four months later while begging. That whittled the group of eight down to five. Rijar did his best to hold the family together, but at only 16, it was difficult. He was soon lured in by the underground world of drinking and opium. So while he still did what he could in his few lucid moments, that left young Tamal to bear most of the load in caring for the remaining other three. At the time he was only fifteen. It was in the last few months of Hasim's leave that it became intensly fashionable to abandon stiff homegrown help for those more exotic. Black, Northern, American, Irish, Spanish... Indian. A man approached Tamal and promised many things. Money, shelter, food, and that his family would stay together. All he had to do was sign a piece of paper that said he would work for this man for one year. All of his siblings would have to sign it if they wanted to come as well. While Tamal could read, he was lost in the large, confusing words the man wrote. So he trusted the stranger, signed his name, and then had the three younger ones sign as well. He left instructions for their neighbors to tell Rijar and Hasim should they return. and then they gathered up their paltry belongings and headed out. The house was grand and the man was kind, but it wasn't until his brother and sisters were torn from him and his shirt was yanked off so a branding iron could be attatched to his shoulder that naive Tamal realized he had been tricked. Servants could quit at any time. Slaves could not. Two weeks laterm Hasim returned home from the sea and stormed the magnificent house in search of his brothers and sisters, only to be physically escorted off and threatened with prison if he tried again. As far as Tamal knew, he never did. He stayed as a slave in the Duke of Chutney's household until the Duke decided to sell him to his cousin, the Earl of Kent. There he was rebranded and lost all contact with his family. The Earl of Kent took a trip to Ireland, where Tamal, at the age of twenty, was bought by Squire Bryanton, rebranded, and given the name Bali. And there he stayed until he was noticed by certain people for his skills of observation, silence, and obedience. So he was bought again.
Abilities: All the normal slave duties such as waiting, ability to stand for a long period of time, keep quiet, and he can sew, read, write, speak English and a very small smattering of Gaelic, make clay pots and barter like a pro.
Misc:
