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Name
Mihai
Age
28
Gender
Male
Race
Inguz
Class
Eagle Owl
Weapons
None - relies on talons.
Position on Magic
Pro-Mage
Time with the Wardens
4-5 months
Spells
None
Equipment
- Lute
- Incomplete map of the Wildlands
- Empty sack to carry his belongings after a shift.
- Talon-tipped gauntlet for the right forearm. Used only in cases where shifting is unsafe.
Strengths
- Excellent at navigating the social mores of both his own people and humans.
- Highly developed hand-eye coordination.
- Sharp eyesight and sense of hearing.
- Talented and experienced cartographer.
Weaknesses
- Not physically suited for combat in human form.
- Loud; not particularly good at subterfuge or ambush.
- Impatient.
- Loose-tongued; terrible with secrets.
- Sensitive in brightly-lit environments.
- Completely incapable of using a blade or other weapon.
Appearance
Mihai is all lean muscle and avian 'grace', standing at a height of five-foot-eleven (and a half, he will often claim) with an even and upright, almost noble, posture. Dark feathers, ranging from dark brown to black, are known to grow around the shoulders, neck, and upper back in his human form. His hair is dark and cut unevenly, framing brown, sharp eyes.
Mihai's clothing is reminiscent of what he would have warn among his family, with various bits and pieces sewn together in the closest reproduction he can make. Most of it is a soft, purple cloth that is similar to silk, but thick like satin or leather, and colorful beads sewn into the sleeves create a unique design of his own making. Mihai wears his sister's beaded headdress in her memory.
Personality
Mihai is charismatic, flirtatious, playful, and infinitely kind. His social nature and open mind has earned him a great many friends over the years as well as an appreciation for other cultures and ways of thinking. These different mindsets have widened his worldviews and given him perspective, making him a remarkable diplomat and negotiator.
Despite this, he can appear rather arrogant. The wisdom of his betters is liable to be ignored regardless of their experience, and even among his own kind it was rare for him to listen to their advice or commands. He does not easily bow to authority and views that as something that requires respect; and his respect is not freely given. It is earned over time through trials, action, confiding in him and granting him the trust he desires despite his heritage. Earn his respect and friendship, and one has a loyal ally for life.
He could be deemed chaotic with his short attention span and inability to keep things organized, but he always knows what he's doing and is dependable and trustworthy.
Bio
Mihai grew up among a small nomadic band of avian inguz that had traveled throughout the land since before his birth. Their superstitions insisted that their children would become frozen in time if they stayed in any one place; an idea that Mihai has held onto ever since.
His mother was a talented musician - an ornately carved lute was her trademark - and his father a master storyteller. Though life was rough and uncertain, Mihai enjoyed his childhood and frequently strayed a little too close to human towns and camps out of an insatiable curiosity for their civilized life. Even with terrible myths concerning the barbarism of humanity, Mihai considered them a mere misunderstood curiosity that deserved more than the often baseless tales of their ancestors. He knew full well from his own observations that humans, despite their prejudice, were not all bloodthirsty monstrosities.
An important point in his life was the day he learned to play his mother's lute on his sixteenth birthday just before receiving his own, and often played it religiously when feeling stressed, lonely, or out of touch with his past. Mihai went nowhere without the lute, and it soon became his trademark just as it had been his mother's.
Even though their small group rarely camped near humans out of distrust, the night they did settle by a small human town was the day his father grew sick. A human illness took hold of the man and rendered him incapable of speaking for weeks. An optimist, Mihai believed his father would be fine, that the sickness was nothing more than a common winter-illness; it would pass soon enough, and the boy could pester his father for the same story he'd heard for a decade.
Two weeks into the illness, his father passed away on the rode and left only himself and his mother behind. In an effort to remember his father's legacy, Mihai spent many nights trying to remember the old stories the man had told him before bed, with little success. All that was left of him were the various books and trinkets left behind. The physical reminder never felt the same as the memories, and so Mihai convinced his mother to stash the belongings in another caravan.
At the age of twenty-five, Mihai finally left his people for good. The feather necklace that he'd been raised with he gifted to his now six year old sister, who offered up her beaded headdress, and begged him to remember her. The farewells with his mother were formal but warm, and they parted on good terms. Mihai has kept his promise to remember his family, and has worn his sister's ivory beads since.
Mihai traveled alone for three years between human kingdoms, picking up traditions from across the land and incorporating them into his lifestyle alongside his traveling band's own pocket culture. With no true source of income beyond street performing, Mihai took up mercenary work and was quick to make a name for himself. His hands, though better suited for music, took up a blade and became proficient over the years.
With his mercenary work becoming more and more morally grey, Mihai parted ways with his band and moved on to seek employment elsewhere. Although joining the Wardens was not what he had in mind, it was a chance for him to find honor and perhaps the resources to find his family once more.
Quick note: I did my best to adapt his old CS to the new one, along with the new lore. Please let me know if anything is off so I can fix it.
Mihai
Age
28
Gender
Male
Race
Inguz
Class
Eagle Owl
Weapons
None - relies on talons.
Position on Magic
Pro-Mage
Time with the Wardens
4-5 months
Spells
None
Equipment
- Lute
- Incomplete map of the Wildlands
- Empty sack to carry his belongings after a shift.
- Talon-tipped gauntlet for the right forearm. Used only in cases where shifting is unsafe.
Strengths
- Excellent at navigating the social mores of both his own people and humans.
- Highly developed hand-eye coordination.
- Sharp eyesight and sense of hearing.
- Talented and experienced cartographer.
Weaknesses
- Not physically suited for combat in human form.
- Loud; not particularly good at subterfuge or ambush.
- Impatient.
- Loose-tongued; terrible with secrets.
- Sensitive in brightly-lit environments.
- Completely incapable of using a blade or other weapon.
Appearance
Mihai is all lean muscle and avian 'grace', standing at a height of five-foot-eleven (and a half, he will often claim) with an even and upright, almost noble, posture. Dark feathers, ranging from dark brown to black, are known to grow around the shoulders, neck, and upper back in his human form. His hair is dark and cut unevenly, framing brown, sharp eyes.
Mihai's clothing is reminiscent of what he would have warn among his family, with various bits and pieces sewn together in the closest reproduction he can make. Most of it is a soft, purple cloth that is similar to silk, but thick like satin or leather, and colorful beads sewn into the sleeves create a unique design of his own making. Mihai wears his sister's beaded headdress in her memory.
Personality
Mihai is charismatic, flirtatious, playful, and infinitely kind. His social nature and open mind has earned him a great many friends over the years as well as an appreciation for other cultures and ways of thinking. These different mindsets have widened his worldviews and given him perspective, making him a remarkable diplomat and negotiator.
Despite this, he can appear rather arrogant. The wisdom of his betters is liable to be ignored regardless of their experience, and even among his own kind it was rare for him to listen to their advice or commands. He does not easily bow to authority and views that as something that requires respect; and his respect is not freely given. It is earned over time through trials, action, confiding in him and granting him the trust he desires despite his heritage. Earn his respect and friendship, and one has a loyal ally for life.
He could be deemed chaotic with his short attention span and inability to keep things organized, but he always knows what he's doing and is dependable and trustworthy.
Bio
Mihai grew up among a small nomadic band of avian inguz that had traveled throughout the land since before his birth. Their superstitions insisted that their children would become frozen in time if they stayed in any one place; an idea that Mihai has held onto ever since.
His mother was a talented musician - an ornately carved lute was her trademark - and his father a master storyteller. Though life was rough and uncertain, Mihai enjoyed his childhood and frequently strayed a little too close to human towns and camps out of an insatiable curiosity for their civilized life. Even with terrible myths concerning the barbarism of humanity, Mihai considered them a mere misunderstood curiosity that deserved more than the often baseless tales of their ancestors. He knew full well from his own observations that humans, despite their prejudice, were not all bloodthirsty monstrosities.
An important point in his life was the day he learned to play his mother's lute on his sixteenth birthday just before receiving his own, and often played it religiously when feeling stressed, lonely, or out of touch with his past. Mihai went nowhere without the lute, and it soon became his trademark just as it had been his mother's.
Even though their small group rarely camped near humans out of distrust, the night they did settle by a small human town was the day his father grew sick. A human illness took hold of the man and rendered him incapable of speaking for weeks. An optimist, Mihai believed his father would be fine, that the sickness was nothing more than a common winter-illness; it would pass soon enough, and the boy could pester his father for the same story he'd heard for a decade.
Two weeks into the illness, his father passed away on the rode and left only himself and his mother behind. In an effort to remember his father's legacy, Mihai spent many nights trying to remember the old stories the man had told him before bed, with little success. All that was left of him were the various books and trinkets left behind. The physical reminder never felt the same as the memories, and so Mihai convinced his mother to stash the belongings in another caravan.
At the age of twenty-five, Mihai finally left his people for good. The feather necklace that he'd been raised with he gifted to his now six year old sister, who offered up her beaded headdress, and begged him to remember her. The farewells with his mother were formal but warm, and they parted on good terms. Mihai has kept his promise to remember his family, and has worn his sister's ivory beads since.
Mihai traveled alone for three years between human kingdoms, picking up traditions from across the land and incorporating them into his lifestyle alongside his traveling band's own pocket culture. With no true source of income beyond street performing, Mihai took up mercenary work and was quick to make a name for himself. His hands, though better suited for music, took up a blade and became proficient over the years.
With his mercenary work becoming more and more morally grey, Mihai parted ways with his band and moved on to seek employment elsewhere. Although joining the Wardens was not what he had in mind, it was a chance for him to find honor and perhaps the resources to find his family once more.
Quick note: I did my best to adapt his old CS to the new one, along with the new lore. Please let me know if anything is off so I can fix it.
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