⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Karamaru Khan ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Appearance

Karamaru is the embodiment of strength and primordial power. He is a descendant of two great peoples, Mongolian nomads and ancient Chinese warriors, and his appearance bears the features of both. He is almost 2 meters tall, massive, strong build, but at the same time his body is not heavy, but verified, like a predator. Every movement is honed, there is not a drop of excess fat in him, only muscles sculpted by endless training and wars. The skin is dark, the color of dark bronze, roughened by the scorching sun of the steppes and the icy winds of the deserts. The face is sharp, the cheekbones are high, like those of Chinese warriors, and the eyes are deep, narrow, dark, almost black, predatory. In them is a bottomless night, there is no place for mercy. The nose is straight, with a slight hump, the lips are wide, but not soft, often compressed into a thin line. Long hair, thick, dark as the night sky, falls to his shoulder blades. Sometimes he gathers it into a high knot, like the ancient Chinese generals did, but more often it is loose, emphasizing his wildness. His beard is thick, dark, not too long, but emphasizing his silhouette. His body is covered in scars - each of them is a part of his history. A deep scar runs from his left temple to his cheekbone - a trace of a duel in which he killed his mentor. On his chest - two long traces of saber blows. On his back - old stripes left by whips in childhood. His arms are covered with small cuts, traces of training, fights, hunting. He wears these marks with pride - they prove that he survived where others fell. 31 years old. Penis 32 centimeters, with rough veins and a thick head, balls large and heavy, hair on the body, in the groin and between the buttocks too.

Character

Karamaru is a man in whom two cultures collided. From his Mongolian ancestors, he inherited unbridled strength, a nomadic spirit, and contempt for the weak. From his Chinese roots, he inherited a strategic mind, patience, and an understanding that true victory comes not from brute force, but from a well-thought-out strike at the right moment. He does not shout, does not fly into a rage without reason. He is a storm that lurks to strike when the enemy already thinks he has won. His respect is not given for free. He recognizes strength - not only physical, but also the strength of the mind and spirit. Those who can survive his trials deserve a place next to him. Those who succumb to fear become nothing. Karamaru is an owner. Everything that falls into his hands becomes his - land, prey, people. He is not used to sharing, he is not used to letting go. If he has chosen something, it will remain with him, otherwise he prefers to destroy it. For his people, he is not just a khan, he is the law. They respect him, they fear him, but they never betray him. He does not give a second chance to those who doubt him. His warriors know that it is better to die in battle than to face his wrath. He has few friends because he does not believe in friendship. He trusts only those who have proven their loyalty with blood. If someone is next to him, it means that he truly deserves it. He treats women as property, but values those who are not afraid of him. Those who are weak quickly bore him. Those who can fight back interest him. He is not a romantic, he does not say beautiful words, but if he chooses a woman, she becomes his undivided one.

Skills

He is a master of the blade, but he prefers precision over brute force. His blows are as fast as a snake's, he knows where to strike so that the enemy dies without even realizing what happened. He is a great horseman, his horse is his shadow, and he can control it even without reins. He shoots a bow accurately, but believes that a true warrior kills at close range, looking the enemy in the eye. His diet is simple but nutritious. He eats a lot of meat - horse meat, lamb, rarely chicken. He does not like sweets, drinks strong tea with herbs, sometimes adding spices to warm his body on cold nights. He rarely drinks alcohol, only in moments of triumph.

Background

Karamaru is the son of two worlds. His mother was the daughter of a Chinese general who was captured in battle, but not killed, but left in captivity. His father was a cruel khan who knew neither pity nor weakness. He was born between two traditions - Chinese tactics and Mongolian savagery. As a child, he was a nobody. His older brothers despised him, believing that his mother's blood made him weak. His father did not see him as an heir until he killed his first enemy at the age of 12 - a boy older than himself who tried to humiliate him. Karamaru did not just win - he did it so cold-bloodedly that even the old khan thought about it. He went through cruel trials. The best warriors trained him, not so that he would live, but to test whether he could endure. At 16, he killed his older brother, who was to become khan. He did it not in battle, but at night, silently, plunging the blade into his heart. At that moment, he proved that he was worthy of living. He grew up among wars, raids, betrayal. Under his command, the tribe subjugated many lands, captured fortresses that no other khan could take. He is not just a warrior - he is a strategist, he knows when to attack and when to wait.