[CHAR] Tales from the Spire

[Tancuras]

Mount Amathet. It is your home, now, whatever the circumstances. High atop the world, floating in a roiling sea of black clouds and lightning, Amathet seems disconnected from anything else, a haven under eternally clear skies. But danger hides within dense jungles, high atop the rocky precipices, deep within each cavern, and even in the heart of Amathet, behind the tall slate walls which guard the homes of men. Whatever wind has brought you here, despite its clear skies, you feel that a storm could ignite on Mount Amathet in a moment's notice, and you only hope you will see it coming.

Name
What you are called by, if you choose to give it.

Race
What are your people? Where do they come from? Any of the known races, or unknown ones. Creative license is given.

Appearance
What others can see of you at a glance. Your features, clothing, age, gender, voice.

Psyche
What kind of person are you? What are your motives, your attitudes?

History
What is your journey? Your circumstances? How did you come to be where you are?

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[Tancuras]

Name
Ezan Voldu'ank

Race
Amathetian - Among the people of Amathet, only a few families have inherited the beast-like fangs they are known for. Some say this is a mark of strength, but most believe it is because of the mixed blood of the travellers that have arrived since days before record. It remains true that Amathetians can be found in many colors, and are typically slightly smaller than other races. Amathetians are protective of their home, but their faith requires they provide shelter to any whom seek it, though racism is not unheard. They particularly disdain Iredians, due to a history of slavery.

Appearance
Ezan is a teenage boy of fifteen and stands at roughly five feet. His hair is a light reddish brown, grown out and worn wildly, pulled back out of his face. His skin is light, and his eyes are large and black and slightly turned at the corners, above a small nose and slightly wide mouth bearing the Amathetian fangs. His neck and shoulders are bare before a sleeveless amber shirt, and carry the same strong muscle tone as his arms. He wears an orange sash and billowing breeches the same amber as his shirt. Simple leather footwear is bound to his feet and calves with black cord. His voice still holds a youthful pitch, though when angered he tends to growl.

Psyche
Ezan is headstrong, moody, and rebellious. He has a very short temper, caring little for patience, and does not believe in learning from others, only learning for himself. He is prone to lethargy, often only taking action when forced, or when the task at hand holds some interest to him, however fleeting the interest is. He looks on cowardice with disgust, often because he finds himself cowardly, though refuses to admit it. Ezan is prone to mimicking the attitudes and beliefs of the people around him, and does little in the way of critical thinking or opening himself to new ideas. He was raised with the ideals of the warrior society, and grants respect to the strong, believing resolution is only found through battle. Socially, Ezan does poorly. He often speaks quickly and is insensitive to those around him. He is loud, and cares little for the interests outside of his own.

History
Ezan, born and raised on the summit of Mount Amathet, is well-indoctrinated into Amathetian warrior society. Since he was old enough to hold a blade, he has been training in the art of warfare with every other boy, learning to kill other men with ruthless prejudice. In their sixteenth year, every boy must defeat another in combat in order to become a fully-grown man and earn the right to hold a weapon beyond a dagger, which is considered a blade for women and boys alone.