Appearance:He is 5'11" with a lean figure, strong hands, and lightly tanned skin. He has black hair which reaches just past his shoulders and is usually left down, a short beard and mustache (as seen in the picture), and brown eyes.
Name: Jarin Saye
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Mercenary
Weaponry: A
short spear and a
lightweight buckler. Also keeps a dagger tucked in his sash.
Apparel: Wears dark blue layered robes with a red sash around his waist. Under his robe are cloth pants, a leather cuirass, and leather boots.
Equipment: Canteen filled with wine, coins, bandages, herbs
Skills: Stealth, black magic, some skill with up close combat and blocking
Magical abilities: Black magic: Able to contract muscles of other beings to control movement (no more than one or two limbs at a time)
Personality: Jarin does his best not to draw unnecessary attention, but his seemingly dark and imposing aura causes crowds to part without a word being spoken. His dark robes and long black hair make him stand out, so he tends to take the back alleys through town like a ghost, knowing the stigmas that come with his abilities. Jarin has become curt and sardonic towards strangers over time, if not downright pessimistic. He trusts the weaknesses of men more than any good intentions, and it takes a lot for him to consider another as an equal.
Backstory: Jarin has struggled his whole life with maintaining the tradition of black magic that his father passed down to him. Most families in his town, even the ones with healing powers, tried to hide their abilities and assimilate into their community. But Jarin's family did the exact opposite. Black magic was considered a legacy and a proud tradition in which only the men of the Saye household could be born. To the rest of the town, it seemed that females in this family simply could not inherit the ability to perform the magic. Jarin believed this as well until the age of 17 when his father revealed their family's secret to him. The powers of the black magic could be inherited by either man or woman, but only the men could claim this as their birthright. He did not believe his father until a girl was born that winter, a girl with powers. At the age of two months, she showed signs of her abilities, as all babies did. The next day she was gone and next to the garden a patch of soil was freshly turned.
Jarin was horrified to say the least. But that was when his real training began. For five years, his father taught him how to manipulate the limbs of animals, how to twist the arms of rodents, how to silence the whimpering of a dog. Jarin hated it, but he trained day and night under his father's watchful eye to please their elders and to uphold the Saye tradition.
The day to pledge his loyalty and settle down eventually came. Jarin had come a long way in his training despite his reluctance, and his father saw great potential. The boy had grown callused under the intense training and was now ready to truly obey and serve his family, but Jarin never carried through with that plan. Word of the Saye's offspring traditions reached the ears of their suspicious neighbors. The town guards had looked the other way because of the family's usefulness. To other residences with magical abilities, the black magic of the Saye family only seemed to help perpetuate the taboos of any person with magical powers. And so, the other residents, especially those with magical abilities, retaliated. A mob formed late after the sun had descended, and by morning almost the entire family lay lifeless in their beds. Jarin and his father were the only ones who were able to flee from the house. Jarin was the only one who walked away in one piece.
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