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Lee Byung-heon

First Name: Bujune Maraugwe
Family Line: Unknown
Full Title: Bujune Maraugwe
Race: Celt/Protector half-breed
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Birthplace: Bone Cirle
Home: Breckton
Profession: Thief
Associated Characters: None

Background

Born in the land of Zazelle, the only world Bujune ever knew was slavery. A half breed, the Protectors viewed him as a tool to be used, a working asset to their clan. He was part of the Diallo Clan, and while he was not treated badly, he was also parentless. The Celtic soldier who had discovered Bujune’s mother had fallen in love with her, despite stereotypes, judgments, and biased opinions. It had been a short affair, their love, but not one either regretted. Her name had been Bujeena, while he had been Amos. In the end of it all, Amos turned his back on Bujeena in an effort to protect their secret; in doing so, he left her unguarded and unsafe. She was later killed by the Celts while the child was hidden beneath several thin logs and pieces of wood. It had been Bujeena’s last effort to protect him from their betrayal.

Later, Amos discovered the boy, not even a week old. Unable to live with what he had done, his heart full of agony and sorrow, he trekked foolishly into Zazelle until he discovered the Diallo Clan. Clearly unwelcomed after what he had done to one of their members, Amos was killed outright without mercy; the death was clean and swift, however, as he had brought with him the child he had abandoned.

Bujune, the child was called, named after his mother. Although he had his father’s paler skin, everything else about Bujune was just like his mother. He was a piece of her, and so he was allowed to stay…though still he was a slave. He was raised by a woman by the name of Mumbaja. She had a child of her own, and so breast feeding was no trouble. She did not like Bujune, but because it was asked of her, she did as she was told. It was clear that Bujune had a stubborn streak, and the older he got, the more prominent that streak became. He often spoke of a world beyond Zazelle, even though he had never been told of it. It was like some part of his mind knew that there was more. It was a sense of adventure, born ultimately from his Celtic heritage. There had to be more, and that was all there was to it.

“You are mistaken, child,” the clan would say. “This is all there is.” “But then where do all the birds come from?” Bujune would ask. “I see them coming from afar, and they do not return for many moons. They must go somewhere.”

Bujune’s observant, thoughtful nature annoyed Mumbaja. She often kept him inside to do work, rather than let him outside. Out there, he asked far too many questions, and the way his eyes looked was unnerving. It was like he knew far more than he should. It did make sense in a way, for Bujeena had been a Shaman. But certainly a half breed such as Bujune would not have acquired any such powers.

At the age of 17, Bujune was an anomaly. He sat and thought about things rather than work, as he was supposed to. He was often punished, but he didn’t seem to care about the pain. He was more fascinated by the sensations, the feelings. He asked strange questions about the body, and why it felt the way it did. Through this careful observation, he was able to steal things here and there. He knew how much pressure to place on someone’s skin before they would feel it; knew when it was safe to take something without anyone else knowing, and when it was too risky. He had the best eyes of anyone within the clan, but he never let anyone know such things. His intuition was unnerving, his questions strange when he was bold enough to ask them.

One day, on their travels, they were passing near the Daerian border. They were inevitably attacked, but not surprised. Bujune instantly fled, but it wasn’t something that he thought about. It was a deep seated fear, something primal and instinctive inside of him. He had never seen battle before. The sound of screaming and the blood spilling was too much for the young man. So he ran, and he didn’t stop until he felt it was safe.

He awakened in a small alcove within Breckton. He had little to no memory of how he had gotten there; he only knew that he had run away as fast as he could from the horrors of the desert battle. As his stomach growled, and his head pounded, Bujune knew he could not go home. He was in another place, a different land…just as he had known there would be. Freedom was his now; there was no one here to tell him what to do; no one here to punish him for asking questions. For the next 7 years, Bujune learned the streets and alleys of Breckton. He sometimes went to other cities, but he preferred Breckton over the others. It was bigger and easier to hide in; that and there were more people to steal from. With no job, and no desire to even get one, the half-breed stole for a living. He stole his food, he stole blankets and shelters. He stole beds for the night, and slipped out when he woke, usually with no one being the wiser. His incredible intuition often warned him of danger before it happened, which allowed him to slip away before consequences could capture him. When he was stealing things, Bujune was laying upon his back somewhere safe, staring up into the clouds…wondering, knowing that more worlds were out there...waiting for him.

Physical Appearance

At 5’1”, Bujune is not a very large man. He weighs a little over 100 pounds, and his body is lean and athletic. His skin is a creamy bronze, a mixture of dark and tan. Eyes are an intense brown, intuitive and playful. Sometimes it’s like he sees right through you, into your mind and soul. His hair is short and messy, only because he cuts it himself. One can’t really steal a haircut. He has some facial hair on his chin and above his mouth. While he makes attempts to get rid of it, often he just ends up cutting himself, so the remnants are left. He is a rather unkempt individual, with tattered clothes and bare feet.

The way he moves, however, is not unkempt or tattered at all. He is like a phantom, easily blending with crowds when he needs to, and vanishing without a moment’s notice. His agility is well practiced, and if he needs to he can win a fight using wits, speed, and agility.

Personality

A quiet individual, he doesn’t like to talk much. He is socially inept when it comes to people, and would rather run away than talk. He is very stubborn, and when he wants something, he will only rarely stop until he gets it. If he fails to steal something he wants a first time, he will often return several days or weeks later to try again. His determination to live and thrive are two of the only things that have kept him from being caught. He holds onto them like a life line, and meditates every day, keeping his mind as sharp and as focused as possible. With his clear head, he does not often lose his temper, and sees through conflicts and potent emotions. This empathic ability came from his mother, no doubt, this ability to read people as though they were open books.

Talents

If Bujune is good at anything, it is stealing from people and houses. He knows how to get in and get out, and do it safely. It is, afterall, the only reason he is still alive. Since he has run all his life, he has fantastic balance, and ‘mach speed’ as some say. Whenever he gets the chance, he will bolt, his strong legs carrying him far and fast. Because he is so low to the ground, and his body so well honed and in shape he can move around corns and climb up things with little fear of losing his balance. To aid him in his stealing efforts, Bujune can read people as though they are openly telling him what they are feeling. A quick glance can tell him whether an individual is a good target or not.

Weaknesses

Yes, Bujune is a coward. Given a choice, he would much rather run away than face conflicts. He will also stab friends in the back if it will save his own butt. He has no social skills at all. Rather than try to learn formalities and manners, he just runs away or leaves, making him socially inept.

While Bujune can adapt to smaller changes, such as moving from one place to another, he fumbles with bigger changes such as moving to another city, or giving up his way of life. Such things coincide with his incredible stubbornness, and while he hasn’t had to deal with such huge changes yet, it could happen in the future.

Opinion of the Peace Treaties

Because he doesn’t really know anything about politics, and doesn’t care to, Bujune just doesn’t pay any attention to what is going on with this subject. He puts it out of his mind, and so doesn’t really care. So long as he can survive, nothing else matters.