Mohave Ahkran

Mohave 'Peter' Shield-Breaker Syvian, is a character Roleplayed by Stu Syvian currently living in Ardougne as Legate of the military.

Appearance
Peter is a large man, well build Kharidian male. Standing at 6'4, with a large muscle mass, he makes a formidable opponent. However, he is far from a body builder, he is built for speed, not brute strength, and his build is more that of a runner or swimmer, than a weight lifter.

He has sharp, piercing green eyes and smoke black hair, which is either shaved down to a mohawk, or a very thin fuzz across the top of his head.

Along the top of Peter's forehead, the word 'Peter' has been carved in with a blade, a faded yet permenant scar branding the word into his features. On the right side of his head, there is the slightest indent, only noticable if you were to run your hand across the area.

Peter has two tattoo's on his form. One tribal marking on his index finger and thumb of his left hand, moving down across to his wrist. The other a dragon coiled around a sword tattooed on his right bicep.

Personality
Those who know Peter, know his personality is a bit of a rollercoaster, he can be cheery and kind at one moment, having a laugh and a good time, then he can be stabbing you in the face for looking at him wrong the next. Peter is best described as 'a bit insane' and it would be good for your health to avoid provoking him. A few things can be said in his favour though, Peter is a very loyal man and will follow orders to the mark. He is also genuinly quite intelligent. So he has that going for him, even if he is a murderous psychopath.

Early Life.
Mohave was born the bastard son of Stuart Syvian, not knowing his father or any of his family for that matter. He lived with his mother until he was seven years old, where he was sold to the Kharidian fight pits. From there, he grew and trained, being unwillingly trained in every art of war availble to him. He became a beast with his bow, winning his first duel at age twelve with an arrow through his opponents heart. After that, his childhood was a blur of slaughter, training, and obediance. That was until, at age tewnty three, a few uncommon visiters paid him a visit.

Freedom.
It was a duel like any other, the zombie that Mohave has become was slaughtering condememed criminals for the entertainment of the crowd. But three dark clad watchers were not entertained. They did not cheer or wager, drink or whore. They simply watched. It was when the fight was over, that one approached him, apparently wanting to test his metal. The obediant slave that Mohave was refused, and was about to be cut down, until his master at the time offered a wager, a duel between their man and Mohave. That, they accepted.

Mohave fought the man for the better part of an hour, each man doing their fair amount of damage to the opponent, before the dark clad leader stopped his man, nodding to each of them. They had seen enough. One grabbed Mohave's master, throwing him on the sand infront of the slave as the other began slaughtering the arenas guards.It was then Peter was given his choice, live as a slave forever, or swing the sword and kill his master, earning his freedom and spot as a Sicarius. It only took one swing.

Adapting.
Peter was taken to a dark keep in a cold land, and kitted in armour and a similiar dark cloak to his new comrades. He spent the first few days adapting to Servus life, which was rather like his old one with more random killing. He cooked and cleaned, and fought and sparred. But he didn't fit in. The ex slave had no remorse, and really no personality. He could kill a man with the same thought he would give to stepping on a bug. His personality kept him out of trouble, but gained him no friends. It did however, earn him a new name, when answering " Mohave, if it pleases you. " when the Marshal asked. Apparently it didn't, and he was given the name Peter. Moments later, the Marshal was stabbed by his comrade, and Peter's fellow servus made a point of making sure his order would be followed, their knives carving his new name into his forehead. As horrific as the experiance may seem, it brought Peter out of his shell, he respected the undying loyalty of his companions, and began to communicate, growing bolder and bolder with each day. He spent a short time addicted to drugs, thanks to a strange small man referred to as 'Skitz' but got clean once it began to effect his ability to fight. Bolder than ever, with no morals and the company of a band of psychopaths, Peter became the crazed man he is today.

Blackwater.
With the family splitting here and there, some going north, some west, Peter followed his Marshal and friends into a mercenery company named 'Blackwater'. He earned some money, killed some people, and even shot a future friend Amelia Duphrane through her knee on a bar raid. Life was good for Peter.

Varrock.
When Blackwater split, like the family before it, Peter wandered the world for a while, picking up work here and there. He most likely would of done the same for the rest of his life, if he hadn't bumped into Fui, an old Sicarius friend, who he moved to varrock with and took up a guard job under the guise of 'Jax'. He stayed here, with plans to settle down, until Ardounge came ringing that was.

Ardougne.
When Aegidius, Peter's first real friend, contacted him asking for his assistance, the answer was of course positive. He travelled to the other side of the world, and aided Aeg in a war to take the city of Ardougne for a King he did not know. He did it out of respect for Aeg, more than personal gain, but after winning the war at incredible odds, he was awarded the title of 'Legate' and made Aegidius's second. Peter still lived in Ardougne, a prominent member of the military who is known to get up to some mischief at times.