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Author Topic: Ganaraj Parekh  (Read 3185 times)

Description: Warlord Prince. Opal to Red. Played by Caryn.

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Ganaraj Parekh
« on: Nov 20, 16, 02:49:13 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Ganaraj Parekh
Nicknames: Raj
Age & Birthyear: 31, b. 161 AP
Race:  ¼ Long lived (Eyrien)
Caste:  Warlord Prince
Birth Territory: Nharkava, Kaeleer
Home Territory: Glacia, Kaeleer

Birthright Jewel: uncut Opal
Offering Jewel: uncut Red

Role: Second Circle
Faction: Court of Ivalo

Appearance




Play By: Kevin Tod Smith
Distinguishing Features:

Personality



Personality:

Ganaraj is like a porcupine: all bristles at first until he’s sure enough of you to reveal his tender underbelly. He’s more soft-spoken than most Warlord Princes due to a lifetime spent around his largely Warlord and Healer family. But scratch the surface and you’ll find steel underneath. He has a sly, wicked sense of humor and a playful side if he feels it’s safe enough to indulge those aspects of himself.

Ganaraj is a man of contradictions. He is simultaneously the most starry-eyed of idealists and the bitterest of cynics. He has a lot of faith on offer, but nowhere to put it because he doesn’t trust people to live up to his expectations of them. But when people can meet him on his level and give him a good challenge, he loves them for it.

Part of that is because Raj is eminently analytical and logical. He expects people to think things through and is routinely disappointed by those who can’t keep up (and particularly by those who don’t bother to try). Or worse, by those who allow emotional arguments to sway them- they’re impossible to counter and drive him crazy. He feels things deeply himself as a Red-Jeweled Warlord Prince, but is often reluctant to indulge in such displays. His caste and frequent clumsiness with emotions make him cautious in showing his own, lest a passionate argument inadvertently turn deadly.

He’s also in conflict with his Warlord Prince caste, whose temperamental nature goes against his preferred settings of intellectualism and reason. His partial Eyrien heritage only exacerbates his tendency toward arrogance and aggression. He is proud of who and what he is as a man and a Warlord Prince and wouldn’t have it any other way, yet resentful of the fact that he was made that way. He envies easier personalities who can be content with less… everything.

Ganaraj is ambitious. He wants to be the best not for the bragging rights, but to prove himself to the world. That Warlord Prince is not content without challenges to meet and goals to fulfill. He is stubborn and independent as both a man and a Warlord Prince. He craves to serve a purpose and loves to be helpful, but he is not the type to follow blindly. If he has a problem with his orders, he will question them, purposefully misinterpret them, or even outright refuse them. If one can win his trust and loyalty, Ganaraj has vast reserves of both. But if that trust is betrayed, he doesn’t give second chances. An impressive sacrifice would have to be offered to earn his forgiveness.

Likes:
  • Education- Ganaraj is an unabashed knowledge-whore. As far as he is concerned, learning is the path to self-improvement and a way to put something constructive and good out into the world. Learning hastens Enlightenment. If you want to get on his good side, just teach him something useful.
  • Glacian looks- It’s also a source of great internal shame, but Ganaraj is fascinated with the pale aesthetic. Their blonde, blue-eyed Ladies are so different from the dusky looks he’s used to.
  • Piste- Also a source of shame, Ganaraj has developed an affection for piste during his time in Glacia. Its structured movements are so different from the rapidly-disappearing traditional dances of Nharkava (of whom his own beloved little sister is a guardian), but the strength, grace and discipline of the art form appeals to him.
Dislikes:
  • Collars- Having now worn one himself in the hands of a strict disciplinarian, Ganaraj can no longer see them as simple monitoring devices. He would prefer to see them modified to be simple tracking devices and psychic monitors instead of having the ability to trigger pain as well.
  • Not seeing his children- As a part of his service at the District of Bihur, he was encouraged to sire potentially dark-Jeweled children. Though he was granted paternity of most of these offspring and made an effort to remain in their lives, their mothers usually had their own lives and the raising of them. Now that he’s in Glacia, seeing them will be even more difficult. And part of him still wants a family like the one he was born to and a female he can call his own.
  • The Underground- So far, the Warlord Prince’s biggest exposure to it has been the shadier sort of smuggler with no compunctions about taking their charges for all they’re worth or worries as to whether the poor souls even reach their intended destination. That sort of unmitigated greed disgusts him and is an inevitable byproduct of any shadow organization like the Underground- if they don’t officially exist, no rules or laws can bind them. He imagines there are more moral smugglers out there, but still doesn’t approve of anyone who would choose to leave their home instead of doing anything they could to make it better, even unto their deaths. If all the good people leave, who is left to fix the problems?
Fears:
  • Betraying his Territory- Nharkava is his home. Ganaraj is proud of where he came from and loves his family. But everyone breaks eventually. Since his capture, he is privately terrified that someone will find the right trigger to use on him. Glacia’s Queens seem to be tenacious bitches. He can only hope that death will come before dishonor.
  • Losing control- A Warlord Prince’s greatest strength is his ability to turn into a killing machine, but Ganaraj has reason to know that strength without control just creates a monster. Ganaraj may kill for a purpose, but he never wants to lose himself to his beast again.
  • For his family- Ganaraj prefers to pretend even to himself that he is an orphan without a Territory than admit their existence to those who seek to use him and his strength. His parents, his siblings, and his children would all be points of vulnerability should someone seize upon the idea of using them to force him.
Craft Strengths:
  • Healing Tonics- Raj’s Healer mother taught him how to make the tonics in order to take advantage of her son’s darker Jewel strength for those of her patients who really needed it. It’s an unusual specialty for a Warlord Prince, but the skill has both taught him extra patience and discipline, and speaks to his instincts to serve and protect.
  • Combat Craft- Thanks to his training at the Temple of Carna, Ganaraj has learned combat techniques (from the Landen monks) and Craft spells (from those Blood also studying at the Temple) to make him a superior fighter in the sort of thinner air and mountainous terrain that the Temple called home. Ganaraj has also made a concentrated effort to train himself to greater accuracy and precision with his strikes, so as to avoid the wholesale slaughter he’d come to Carna to train himself out of.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Incite Rage- Ganaraj attempts to control and suppress his passions on a daily basis. Deliberately spreading it would be anathema for him and highly difficult to do, if he could manage at all. He himself is in fact highly vulnerable to this technique when used by other members of his caste.
  • Physical Craft- Ganaraj is exceedingly poor at all aspects of  physical Craft, deciding with the arrogance of a Nharkavan Warlord Prince that such Craft as clothing, labor and preservation spells were beneath his abilities. Unfortunately, because he never learned how to bend his Craft to work with nonliving physical objects, that means he is equally inept at vital skills such as all telekinesis, vanishing objects, and passing through objects.
Life Story

Family:
Mother: Anavi Parekh, Tiger Eye - Summer Sky Healer, b. 990 BP
Father: Aadesh Parekh, Tiger Eye - Summer Sky Warlord, b. 140 AP
Siblings:

Veda Chanturvedi, Yellow-Rose Priestess, b. 219 BP
Saachi Chanturvedi, Rose-Purple Dusk Queen, b. 210 BP
Naima Parekh, Sapphire-Gray Priestess, b. 165 AP
Chinar Parekh, Descent White Warlord*, b. 172 AP
Dhanya Parekh, Blood Healer, b. 185 AP

*Jewel chosen, Naima is pc, all others are family rolls from Naima's sheet


History:

Ganaraj was born to a Healer who ruled a pair of villages. After the infant began casting the scent of a Warlord Prince, he was handed off to his Queen elder sister. Though Broken, it was theorized that Saachi would still be a good influence on the boy as he grew by encouraging his instincts toward service to a Queen instead of letting his temper run unfettered (and, perhaps, their mother hoped that the young male’s service would do Saachi’s spirit good as well).

The strategy worked, after a fashion. Ganaraj was utterly devoted to Saachi as a child, too busy learning how to be her protector to stir up trouble, and those around him congratulated themselves roundly when the boy received an Opal at his Birthright. But it had been a long time since they had had a Warlord Prince born so Dark and they feared what maturity would bring from him.

As he headed into his teen years, some of what they feared did come to pass despite what calming influence Saachi could bring herself to exert. Raj was by far the strongest and arguably one of the smartest boys in the village and the village had few avenues for his skills and instincts. It wasn’t so bad when his darker-jeweled Priestess sister was around to curb him, but after her departure for specialized training, Ganaraj was left behind in a dead-end village and going nowhere. He wanted more.

His mother bowed to begging from her people and the boy himself and sent him off to the District Court at Bihur for more discipline and training. He was among other darker Jewels and more mature Warlord Princes for the first time, and Ganaraj thrived at his exposure to the wider world. Once he was old enough, he also became a favorite of the Court’s Ladies and even sired a child or three for those who wanted a chance at securing a psychically-strong father for their offspring.

Unfortunately, rebellious Landen would ruin everything. Ganaraj had been unprepared for the resentment and ferocity with occasionally boiled over outside his home village, but according to the Court it wasn’t unheard of to need to send out a delegation to put down these rebellions from time to time and remind the non-Blood of their place. After his Offering brought a Red, the Warlord Prince received a place of honor on such assignments. Ganaraj did his best to please the Court and keep order according to his family’s childhood lessons, but one rebellion turned too ugly for gentler tactics to work. Landen were hurt, but refused to knuckle under as they had before. They had reinforcements waiting and were angry enough to take losses in the attempt to be heard. Blood died, good men he had served with for years, and the Warlord Prince lost himself in the need to avenge them.

Before he knew it he stood panting and viscera-covered with the surviving members of the Court among a silent village and staring at the unmoving and shattered remnants of the Landen who had once resided there. Though the Warlord Prince looked upon the killing field and rumbled in pleasure at the bloodshed and victory, Ganaraj came to himself in horror and disgust that he’d slaughtered so indiscriminately. A whole village gone, men, women and children, because he’d lost control. His family would be disgusted.

That was it for his Court service. Something had broken in him and he could no face the risk of another such mission or incident. He went to the Queen of Bihur the next day and petitioned to be released from his contract. She must have seen how close he truly was to being broken of spirit, because the Lady released him with her blessing, to find what peace he could.

It was an odd choice for a man who’d just killed them, but the Warlord Prince made for the Temple of Carna. It was a difficult journey and largely a Landen place, but Blood also sought refuge at the Temple to learn to control their tempers with the techniques the monks taught there. Ganaraj could think of no safer or better place to hide from the world and fix what was wrong with him. To his vast relief, they expressed misgivings, but did not turn him away.

Ganaraj lived and worked with the monks of Carna for most of the next decade, learning from masters both Landen and Blood. It was hard work, but satisfying. He would have been content to remain there, but the head of the monastery finally shooed him back out into the real world. They could not afford to have a volatile Red-Jeweled Warlord Prince among them forever, the woman explained. Nor would Ganaraj find the redemption he sought by hiding. The Warlord Prince instead settled in Jharkand as an escort for hire and contemplated going to University there.

He never got the chance. A Queen from one of the Ivalo villages had decided to vacation in the exotic east. Upon seeing the Darkly-Jeweled Warlord Prince, she invited him back to join her Court and her bed. Ganaraj politely declined. She later had males of her Court ambush, drug, and collar him, and brought him back to her Court in Ivalo. He would be her new project, she had decided. He would be brought to embrace the Dark Religion and herself, and, when he was ready, she would present him to the rest of Glacia as proof of her skill and piety- perhaps would even earn her a District or Province seat. If not, she would still have an exotic, Red-Jeweled Warlord Prince at her command.

It was not so easy as that, of course. Ganaraj stubbornly resisted both sticks and carrots as he clung to the manners and religion of his childhood. The shock of the collar grew to be a familiar reprimand. Despite himself, however, he did end up learning more than he intended to about the Dark Religion and how Glacian society functioned- or at least the version of it that they wished to bring to Nharkava. The Queen had a tendency to keep him close at all times, to better accustom him to her presence and wear down his stubborn pride.

The Queen had no compunctions about speaking freely in front of her Dark-Jeweled pet, seeing it as only a matter of time before she broke him to the proper view of things, so Ganaraj saw some interesting things in her “service”. Including her backroom deals with one of the shadier smuggler groups to take groups of escaping and troublesome Light-Jeweled in her villages. Technically, it was treason against Glacia, but the woman felt she could not afford to tolerate any Light-Jeweled nonsense under her rule if she was to take a District someday- and if those smugglers were the sort to then make more money by selling their charges to various Courts and slave markets? It was only a just punishment for the Unblesseds’ betrayal of the Dark Religion and their Blessed betters.

Ganaraj listened and learned and called upon the patience developed in a Landen Temple far away. Someday he would be able to use what he’d learned to escape and go home. It was only a matter of waiting for the right time and opportunity.

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Character in Play:

If one did not see what lay beneath, Glacia was a startlingly lovely place. Its people were cultured, educated, and beautiful- to those they felt deserved their Mother’s regard. And it was assuredly their Mother Night, because the creature their Priestesses described bore very little resemblance to the holy being that gentle Veda and reverant Naima had oft described to him.

Religion aside, Ganaraj, under better circumstances, would perhaps have had little trouble making a home here, if he’d taken it into his head to do so. Even as a prison, it was an opulent one. His Queen jailor had actually made a decent effort to see he had nothing to physically complain about (beyond, naturally, the punishment for a failed “lesson”). If only she understood the spirit behind his objections to the Dark Religion! But it was like trying to get a hellephant to dance: ugly, wearying and liable to result in something vital getting broken when the creature inevitably stepped on you.

The ongoing battle (Inga to “civilize” him and he to hold onto himself and everything he held sacred) had brought them to tonight. The Queen had scored something of a coup in securing a performance of one of the Territory’s most famous piste companies and the Court had been preparing for the after-party (for, of course, where else could she brag of her triumph to her peers?) all day. Glittering silver globes of witchlight had been strung for dancing under, elaborate decorations hung, and tasteful food and music ordered for the affair.

The performance itself had been fairly enjoyable. Ganaraj was not so churlish as to refuse to give credit where it was due, and the talent of the dancers had been worthy of admiration. No, the trouble began upon arriving to home sweet home and disembarking from the Coach to find one of Inga’s hangers-on (he’d call it Fifth Circle, but the Court was too small to fund much beyond Second) berating the Warlord who’d driven him there. The man wore Yellow and an expression caught between fearful and resigned as he lowered his eyes and took the diatribe the Opal Prince was aiming at him. It wasn’t until he threatened to have the Warlord’s job and worthless Jewels for the rough ride he’d allegedly been given that given that Ganaraj decided enough was enough.

“Come now, it can’t have been that bad! The Light-Jeweled can have great delicacy of touch with their Craft. I’m sure the man did his best and had no desire to upset one of his Queen’s guests.” Ganaraj tried to distract the man from his prey with common sense and a silky smile. He couldn’t interpret the man’s look beyond still plainly irritated, and sighed in disappointment as the Prince turned away from him again. It was either that or the growing stir of his darker nature that made him add “Besides, you surely have sufficient padding to withstand the blow.” Not wise, perhaps, but he stood by it. The Prince had clearly not had to fight for anything for some years.

“Shut your mouth, Nharkie swine!” The prick glared from him to the hapless Warlord, contemptuously shoving the man to the ground and delivering a punishing kick. “You might be blessed by the Mother, but as far as I’m concerned, until you learn the proper reverence for Her and the ways of Her favored children, you’re just another backwater barbarian no better than that unclean bastard.” The Prince kicked at the unfortunate Warlord again. “Inga’s boot-licking pet. Darkness willing, she’ll give up you soon and we can toss you out with the rest of the trash.”

Ganaraj absorbed this with calm expression and glittering eyes. He weighed all the factors (his general dislike for indulging his temper and the rewards being a ‘good boy’ may bring versus the prick’s abuse of a good servant and general atrocious behavior) and came to a decision- delivered with a Red-enhanced blow to the man’s jaw. Principles aside, he’d already enjoyed the best part of the evening and the prospect of avoiding the Queen’s Grand Gala would be a satisfying bonus.

The bastard went flying, to the horror of pretty much everyone except him, and he savored the sight for the pair of breaths it took for Inga to react to his transgression and bring him to his knees with a touch to the ring on her hand. “Now, now, gentlemen.” Her voice chided, deceptively soft as much as any mother when faced with unruly children.”Einar, please wait for us inside. It’s been such a lovely evening and I would hate to see it ruined for you.” She smiled as the Prince hurried forward to bow and kiss her hand, then turned to regard the kneeling Warlord Prince with a look of disappointment. “Ah, Prince Parekh, you were doing so well. But I see we still have a few things to learn about proper behavior in the Star of Kaeleer. Alf!” She beckoned her Master of the Guard to her side and handed him her control ring, shaking her head as her dragged her pet off.

But though Ganaraj was soon howling in pain in a carefully shielded room away from her guests, he counted every shout and painful contort of his body as worth it. The Warlord likely wouldn’t appreciate his actions. But it felt good to protect and fight back, if only in this small way. To unleash the emotion he kept careful pent from the icy gazes of the Court, if only to vent his agony. The bitch would come when Alf ceased applying pain and demanded that Raj tell him how he had erred and would do better next time. Ganaraj had considerably less creativity in his bullshitting after this sort of lesson.

At least he didn’t have to make nice with Inga’s bosses. She’d made sure to invite the Queens of her District and Province, and he’d suspected tonight had been meant to be his grand unveiling as well. Instead, the only unveiling he was getting was when Alf decided the collar wasn’t making enough progress and stripped on his shirt to bring out a landen horsewhip for a more physical reminder.


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Re: Ganaraj Parekh
« Reply #1 on: Nov 20, 16, 02:51:18 PM »
Ganaraj's Opal-Red is a family roll from here . He needs cut/uncut rolls for them, please.




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Re: Ganaraj Parekh
« Reply #2 on: Nov 21, 16, 11:56:44 AM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Opal birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Red Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Ganaraj Parekh
« Reply #3 on: Nov 21, 16, 09:45:36 PM »
Ready for review.




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« Reply #4 on: Nov 29, 16, 09:01:17 AM »

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Re: Ganaraj Parekh
« Reply #5 on: Nov 29, 16, 11:44:37 AM »
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Re: Ganaraj Parekh
« Reply #7 on: Jan 29, 17, 05:44:41 PM »
1. Tiger Eye - Rose
2. White - Yellow
3. Rose - Opal
4. White - Yellow
5. Rose - Purple Dusk
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