Tanem comes from a tribe of nomads. His people had no place to call
their home, asa they were different than ordinary Humans. Hunting wildlife
and gathering herbs and berries in order to surrive and provide for the
tribe, Tanem became comfortable in the forests of Serin. He would carve
bows from the branches and saplings, he would sit quietly in the cover of
the forest, stalking pray. He enjoyed all of this, but he knew there had to
be more. What made Humans different than he and his tribe? Tanem did not
understand the ways of the world and it pained him. One day, the tribe of
traveling Werebeasts came close to a city and Tanem took this chance to
scout it. Stalking carefully along the edge of the forest, Tanem saw tents,
and feasts, and men and women fighting each other. Tanem was in awe, for
none of this was a part of his life now. Eager, he crept forward at a
ridiculously slow pace until he could smell the sweat of the people
fighting, hear the applause when one of the fighters won. Tanem knew what
he wanted at that moment, and he knew his tribe could not provide it.
Making his decision, Tanem stood and walked to the town which he would learn
was named Timaran. He did not look back.
Description:
Golden yellow eyes stare at you with an unknown intensity. They are the
eyes of a wild animal, not a man and the irises are vertically slit through
the middle of them. His face is rugged in appearance, a short unkempt beard
covers half his face, while dirt and sweat cover the rest. His nose
constantly sniffs at the air while his slightly pointed ears twitch with
every sound. He is hunched over, his arms appear slightly longer than they
should be for his body size and his yellow nails end in a point. Thick hair
covers the majority of his body, consuming it, and hiding the muscle that
ripples just beneath the surface. His canine teeth appear just that, as if
they belong to a dog, or perhaps a wolf.
