Aloha, I'd like to try n join in. I know magic is largely not believed to exist and I tried to incorporate that aspect of the lore into my character, hope that's not a problem.

[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Ishan Salil
[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 17
[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male

[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u]
Ishan stands at 6'3 with short, curly black hair, amber eyes, and midtone brown skin reminiscent of coffee mixed with a dollop of milk. He has a lithe muscular frame, his arms slightly longer than normal which are met with large hands and long fingers. Behind his mask is a smiling face with an upturned aristocratic nose, with his right eyebrow split in two from a scar he received as a boy. The soles of his feet are dark and firm, tempered by years of walking barefoot in the scalding summer sands. Isham day to day would wear a long robe that concealed him down to his ankles. Before his imprisonment he was wearing the ceremonial garb of his family's heretical religion which consisted of a mask made from the bark of the palms and a skirt of the palms' fronds, bound by leather straps.
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[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u]
[i]"Violence is a tool meant only to defend the lives of those I love."[/i]
-Ishan Salil

[i]"I love all of my brothers and sisters who walk these lands."[/i]
-Ishan Salil

Ishan lives a life of pacifism, refusing to strike someone who would do him harm, only willing to raise his fist in defense of those who cannot defend themselves. He will show love and compassion to every person he meets, including those that have slighted him in the past. He is a calm spirit, quick to act once he has decided his feelings on a matter. His levelheadedness is only matched by his stubbornness. He will take time deciding, but once he has, he dedicates himself to that decision with all of his heart.

[u][b]Biography:[/b][/u]
A mother knows something is horribly wrong when I child emerges without a cry. Isham was born deaf and mute. His handicap, a death sentence to members of the poorest class, was only a hindrance as his family had the wealth to find those that could help their deaf son become a functioning member of society. By the time he was of schooling age he could read lips, write, read, perform sign language, and speak (with little grace). On Isham's 11th birthday his father, Zayn, took him to a hidden cellar beneath their home. Its walls were lined with shelves of books, many in a language Isham had never before read. The wall farthest from the door held a simple shrine to the moon, a long curved blade sitting at the base of the shrine, two burning pots of coals sizzling at both sides. His father instructed him to watch his lips and learn the words he spoke. Flames licked his fathers fingertips as his father whispered prayer to the goddess of the moon, giving him his first taste of magic.

He ceased going to school the following year, Zayn opting to teach him of their family secrets which was much more important a tradition to keep alive than a simple education. Four years into his education Zayn and Isham were finally caught sneaking into the hidden room during the dead of night where an investigation was launched and their hidden shrine was discovered. The two were dragged through the city in their shamanistic garbs of masks made from the bark of palm trees and skirts made of palm trees, bound by leather bands with inscripted stones tied to the belt. Zayn faced execution on their first night, while Isham's execution has yet to come. Isham has come to accept his fate, dwelling on the final words of his father, "Those who would kill us for what we know do not deserve to see what we're capable of."