Name: Rashad Mahdi
Race: Stygian
Age: 44
Rank: Dathanar
Description:
Pale skin and black hair and dark eyes speak of this Stygians noble heritage, his weatherbeaten face is otherwise covered by a mask that does not allow an onlooker to read any emotion or even see what he looks like as it reaches all the way up to his eyes. If he has any scars they are covered by his clothes.
His black leather armour is is battleworn but well cared for, small steel plates cover the more vital areas but all in all it seems to be made more to allow him movement than protection. He wears a tabard over his torso, while the silk fabric is old and its colours fading it is immearsurably clean and in a condition that otherwise would say it was made yesterday.
Across his back hangs a long sleek black scabbard that like his crest is decorated with the emblem of the New Dawn. In it is sheathed an exotic looking blade, the handle is wrapped with silk in an intricate pattern and the guard is a flat plate also decorated like a sun and barely large enough to cover the hand. The handle is longer than that of a normal two handed sword, making making a third of the total length
He is normally seen with his left hand on the end of the scabbard on his back.
Background:
He was a healthy newborn, he had pale skin and hair as black as the scales of set. A perfect reflection of his father though he insisted the boy had his mothers eyes and he would walk willingly in their footsteps, eagerly he listened to his teachers and learned to read early, abit too enthusiastic perhaps as he would sometimes wander where he were forbidden yet as he was too young. There was a locked door in the library but a boy that was allowed no other toys than books could not resist the day it stood ajar, he was found and punished as should a child that has broken taboo.
As a teenager he found that the girl he fell in love with would not be for him, her colour was too dark and they had found him the daughter of a likeminded family. While she was fair and a good wife indeed there was only room for the dark father in her heart and it was made clear to him that this was an arrangement she honoured to respect her parents. So they lived separetly in the estate, it was fine with him as he had more time for his books and more time to speak with the creatures in the deep.
The years came and they went, his wife did worry some as she saw less and less of his irretating presence, and then when he would not even speak or look at her when they dined she took upon herself the liberty to investigate his room and found what he had been working with for years now. Words of the siblings and the balance were scribbled in books, pages after pages of heresy. She confronted him and she would punish him for his sin aganst the father, he took his true form then to protect the cause and with the blades given to him by Damak the brother, so he thought and he killed her.
It was lucky then that his old teacher would visit just after the deed was done, and he of course must protect the vision and so raised the womans body to return to her daily choirs though life was no longer with her and none would be the wiser although they found it strange she didn't say a word these days. Time had come to act for the siblings had finally revealed to him the truth and so he gathered followers and spread the belief, there was a new dawn on the horizon.
