Tahir-suli

[*Dredi]

Basic Information
Name: Tahir-Suli Al-Badam Bar Nefhat
Gender: Male
Race: Janni
Age: 689
Profession: Professional Bodyguard, Private Investigator, Planeswalker.
Affiliation: Reforged Blades, Cipher (Namer)
Languages: Common, Ignan, Auran, Aquan
Accent: Slight Zakharan, Slight Cant


Physical Information
Height: 6'1
Body build: Muscular and heavily toned he has a warriors body, heavily trained over centuries.
Skin type: Sun-touched, a man who has lived his life in deserts.
Hair style: Short, Dark with a touch of red.
Eyes: Normal, but with Red Irises
Scars: Despite his profession he sports an unusually small number of scars and certainly nothing which would ever appear life threatening
Tattoos: There is a large ornate and clearly magical tattoo across the front and back of his torso.
It forms 2 pillars each on his front and back in a celtic knot design but it lacks any curves or turns - instead with long straight edges and angular, diagonal turns. It is solid black in colour. The overall design is somewhat reminiscent of dwarven runic.


Mental Information
Alignment: Lawful Neutral - Moving towards True Neutral
Philosophy: Everything has its place on the great wheel, some things are fated to happen but a body is still responsible for its own choices.
Deity/Beliefs: Zakharan Diety "Haku" - of Freedom, Independance and Self Reliance but also very heavily in Fate.

Personality: Heavily protective of others, especially in matters of personal freedom or independance, but alot less so where they are at fault as a result of their own actions. Trusts heavily on his instincts and first impressions


Additional Information
Gear: Most notably is his armor - customised aurorum plate dyed black and ornately engraved with gold, matching boots and gauntlets in gold are also present with the helmet echewed in place of some spectacles. A matching cloak is hung over his shoulders.

Jewelry: A single silver ring on his right hand and a simple appearing but heavily enchanted necklace

Weaknesses: Can often commit to a course of action and be stubborn in changing away from it, can be similarily stubborn in his beliefs, he also seems to enjoy playing the knight in shining armor role at times.

[*Dredi]

Short History

Often, growing up on the primes is no easy task, poverty, famine - many places have it hard, but in Zakhara to be born a Janni is a great thing for the child. Many a caliph and city leader would happily take a Jann - a natural (and neutral) embassador for the many geniefolk and a trader among the planes.

Jann children are often kept in luxury and want for nothing in an effort to curry their favour in the later years and it would be rare for them to endure undue hardship.

In the desert sands however for the nomadic Al-Badia to take in additional people is to spread and strech an already meagre supply of food and water even further. So when the Al-Badia caravan "The 5th Oasis" came across a young red-eyed child nestled among their things one night there were very genuine discussions on to leave him behind or not.

In the days and years that would come this young Jann would learn not simply to survive in the deserts but to thrive, learn to read the stars and the sands, where when and how to hunt for food and handling lifestock.

Eventually fate would conspire with circumstance to have much harsher lessons learnt: How to weild a blade; how to defend yourself and how to mourne the passing or another.

To be a genie in this land of fate has a number of responsibilities however and over time the he would begin to drift, be it the call of a powerful sha'ir requesting aid or advice or a great caliph requesting contract of servitude for audience with a Djinn there is no limit to the opportunities available but would always return to the caravan with time.

Eventually it would be a halfling sha'ir that would change everything. He was called and a contract of servitude was drawn. Fairly standard in its particulars - the sha'ir came with reccomendation among the genie network and has clearly done this work before.

101 days of service.

By this point, many, many years had past for the Jann. - Centuries of hard work and training had him forged into a powerful warrior and a man pushing to the peak of his physical prowess.
He was hired as a body guard for the lady sha'ir - to accompany her through the high desert to some forsaken ruins her Gen had informed her of.

This trip itself was uneventful, the creatures encountered on the way easily dispatched - truely the cost the Sha'ir had paid for his company was too much. This was the work of a simple swordhand, not a noble genie.

Thankfully the task of the ruins themselves within the shifting sands was done with relative ease - the maps the Sha'ir had produced were more than accurate enough for the task at hand and with a little magic they were easily able to find their way.

The stone structure jutting out of the sand just a few feet of it, easily missed was just a floor or two of what remained of a now-buried wizards tower.

The Sha'ir had approached its remains, kneeling down to it and rummaging pulling forth a brass lamp she murmured and uttered quiet words to it - a portal tearing and ripping open behind her - Tahir infront of her, the distant buzz of Sigil behind.

Then blackness. There was no soft desert sand to greet him when he hit the floor which had been taken out from under him, instead, he found the hard metal of a magical prison and it all became so obvious. This was not some overpaid job, it was a kidnapping.

The Sha'ir had taken to whispering to the lamp which was now his home - and apparently the portal key. She wanted to let him know she was sorry, that he knew he would not have come with her otherwise, that she felt she had no other choice but to invoke this prison.

She was right. He would never have chosen to come here, to this place, with a woman basically a stranger. - It was a condition of his contract infact, one of several she had broken when she decided to put him in this prison. His contract was now officially over as a result but it did not make the walls of his prison any less real.

6 Months then passed stuck inside the metal prison. Freedom had been promised again and again, each time she requested more of him letting him out of his confines only when terms were agreed but each time she would recind her offer to let him go and each time he would become more and more silently infuriated.

But he was getting to her, earning her trust and playing it nice, saying the words she wished to hear in the hope that eventually she would let him go.