Description ...
Race: Tindra
Appearance:
To say the young man is handsome looking would be.. misleading. He finds himself grazed with a certain gender ambiguity. His features are far softer then the average male, to the point where if he hides body clothing, people have questioned his gender. The rather thick lips and eyelashes certainly do not help. The Tindra paint he wears only add to the conundrum as well: never the less, he feels its a blessing more then a curse, and endless source of amusement. He favors light clothing, often go as far as to walk around bare chested. His hair and eyes are the typical dark red color of his people just as his skin is the vibrant golden hue they have become known for.
History will include ...
Background: Born on the Dunes, to a tribe of Tindras living under the Human Sultanate of Iela, Iano was a child with a strange omen. He was born under a red moon. To the Tindras this meant he would not only continue the tradition of living uninhibited, but his soul would have increasingly powerfull flame. One that would burn the brightest when surrounded with death. TO the humans, this meant he would be drawn to combat and bloodshed. How right they both turned out to be. Even at the age of 5, where Tindras usually begin to take interest in music and artistry, Iano picked up a sword. Of course, this came to no suprsie to hs parents. Instead, they did what they could to make sure he did not hurt himself.
At the age of 9, he was apt at wielding it, albeit to small and to young to properly grasp the concept of swordsmanship. That's when he traveller came to the village. The man, Eingar Thornwill, was travelling weapon merchant and a avid duellist. He soon heard of the boy and set Ianos parents down. He offered to care for the boy, and help him develop his skill. In turn, he would give the village something they desperatly needed, a new well. His parents accepted and even Ianos was at peace with it. Becouse Tindras live short life, they grow independent far earlier then the avarage man.
Iano travelled with Eingar until his twelfth birthday. Deemed a adult by Tindra standards, the boy was given his own sword, a few days worth of food, some gold and the direction to the docks. Eingar had trained the boy with a specific goal in mind. He was sending him to a old friend, a human smuggler. Said smuggler needed young, agile and skilled people on his crew, as they would be able to act as couriers. Ianos smuggling career was cut short however, as Mandi Har corsairs raided the vessel on his very first trip. He was one of two prisoners deemed worthy to live. The reason being that he was easy on the eyes, and that he had no problem entertaining the women and men on board.
Iano grew to become a proper member of the crew as the years passed. And his state of mind, “the red love” began to surface. This of course, was a delight for his cruel comrades that relished in the boys natural born killing instincts. He began to grow accustomed to the way these Death Worshippers carried themselves. He found their belief in perfection trough death most liberating, and began to incorporate their style of saber fencing with his own,
Once again however, he would find himself in new company. After their ship suffered mutiny, he sided with the captain. Their side lost, and rather then die in combat, he threw himself overboard. He managed to swim ashore, as they had only barely left the harbor. He ended up wandering for a few months before he once more ran into Eingar, now a silver leaf mercenary. The old mentor listened to Ianos story, and told Iano with a grin on his lips.
“You were made for the Silver Leaves kid.”
Country of Origin:Iela, A small sultanate on Hyllara. The small nation is a vassal sate to one of the larger Sultanates, Omezha.
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Originally Posted by Rose Swan
