Sharkhal
Age / Gender : 19 / MaleHeight / Weight : 5'8" / 167lbs
Eyes / Skin / Hair : Red, Black, Red
Description : Sharkhal is a slight figure never having been as powerful as many of his cousins, friends, and tribesmen. Still, despite his lack of power, his is nimble and tenacious. Some call it stubborn. But not only nimble of body, he possesses a razor sharp wit and mind. While not always noticing what is going on around him, he can remain focused on details and information for long stretches then easily shoot the breeze the next moment. Sharkhal's heritage has given him coal black skin, wholly red eyes, and hair that looks like live fire but isn't. He also keeps it close cropped so his head looks like a glowing ember. Along the surface of his skin, the fiery blood of his ancestors shows like veins of lava on the slopes of a volcano.
Sharkhal grew up in Calmishan as part of a tribe of nomads. This particular tribe made deals with Efreets to better survive through resistance to heat as well as strange powers. Of course, this included mingling the bloodlines several times over the generation such that his tribe is mostly genasi at this point with a few humans of mixed blood. Sharkhal was the son of the last chief. Though he was encourage in feats of phsyical prowess as was common for boys of his tribe, he preferred the knowledge and stories of the tribe's lorekeeper. Particularly, he was interested in the arcane powers and the spheres of reality. Since that time, he has left his home in search of yet more arcane knowledge.