Kane Thae'er

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I curse you yourself with the doubts that you've shown,
For this is my life and I made it my own.
Walk a path and you'll have your own stories in time,
Til' that day I shall drink just to mine.

CHARACTER NAME: Kaeon [Kane] Tárrega Nadias Torakas Heliosira Tyronacus Samenzato Thae'er.

AGE: 26? A year is a really long time, it's hard to keep track.

TYPICAL DRESS: A slightly charred brown leather jacket, a loose blue undershirt, dark coloured Harem pants, lightweight leather boots, a brass ring, an obsidian ring, sometimes a utility belt.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: That is a great question. Where am I again? Ethion City? Yeah, that sounds right.

MARITAL STATUS: Bachelor

FAMILY MEMBERS: None here, except for a child I might not know about (unlikely)

OCCUPATION: Bard mainly. Was a detective.. Once.. Also a carpenter & ship crew. Sells charms & crystals, reads fortunes & cards.

GRAMARYE GIFT: Emotional Amplification: heightens emotions of people nearby.

PERSONALITY: A healthy balance of sassy and classy. Usually positive, always happy to be alive. Intensive speaker. Emotionally sinusoidal. Spiritual and superstitious.

LIKES: Change, travel, adventure, poetry, clever people, blues music, new friends, old friends, minimalism, sailing, horse riding, a tavern full of people.

DISLIKES: Words like ‘Gypsy’, and ‘pikey’, The cold. Liars. People who think magic is inherently evil. Debt. People who talk more than act. ‘The Easy Way’. ‘The Simple Life.’

HISTORY:
    Born in Teronna in a perpetually travelling caravan, Kane is used to a life on the road. The superstitions he was raised on never seemed far fetched considering most members of his tribe were Mystics. This line of colourful caravans would wander from town to town, putting on shows for the people. In the old days, illusions and works of mysticism were worked into the acts.

     After the King’s execution of his wife, the late Queen Vivian, much of the tribe denied any relation to any sort of mysticism, claiming the shows were just that: shows. This worked for the most part, until the riots started a few years later. Much of Kane’s tribe was hunted by the Wardens, despite taking no place in the violent injustices committed. Pursued by Wardens and no longer safe to roam the comfortable lifestyle he’d grown up with, Kane’s family decided it would be best if the youngest went out into the world on their own. Kane’s parents gave him one final gift; a charmed ring with the power to dampen his Gramarye.

    Kane set off into the world, but found he was not bound for a traditional lifestyle. Every time he settled into a town to start a stable life, he’d hear the road call to him, as it did as a child. As he grew he moved from town to town, from tribe to tribe, though never quite like the one he once knew. Farmers needed hands and sailors needed crews. There was always work, sure, but he never felt quite at home until he started adventuring.

    In a chance meeting with another Mystic, a thief, and a sell-sword, Kane would discover his new family. The four went on many adventures and traveled many new lands. The team was like a well oiled machine in their efficiency and collaboration. But tragedy soon caught up to Kane, and one fateful night, two of the members of the party were killed. Kane and the last remaining member split up soon after, both their hearts too heavy to see each other anymore.

    That brings us to now. New Land. New People... Same old story, really. Fighting through the last bit of a low couple of years, Kane hopes to find new purpose in this new land, and maybe even new friends, to mend his torn soul.