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[color=khaki][b]Name:[/b][/color] Hadar Mizrahi - The Scholar Swordsmaster - Hadar the Windwalker
[color=khaki][b]Age:[/b][/color] 48
[color=khaki][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Male

[color=khaki][b]Relic Description:[/b][/color] Hadar's most prized possession, his relic is a sabre taken from an enigmatic foe from the ruins of Al-Kibrit, an ancient temple of the Old Kingdom. Known as the Zulfiqar, the blade's silvery sheen reflects brightly in the dimmest light, and is near blinding in the harsh desert sun. Capable of cutting through the air and maiming men from meters away, its blade is inscribed with ancient runes and surround the user with unearthly winds that pull on them. These mysterious winds guide the wielder's movements, granting them additional speed, and allow them to read vibrations in the air, heightening their reaction time. The Zulfiqar is sheathed in a scabbard of fine white ivory and its hilt and pommel are adorned with gold.    

[color=khaki][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] 
A tall and lean man, Hadar is a man in his prime. His posture is decidedly casual, but his build is obviously of one used to travelling. His coarse, dark hair is pulled into a ponytail, his tanned skin is set off by his hazel eyes, his beard is rough, but maintained, and his mouth is often curled into a wry grin. His body is marked by numerous scars, the most obvious of which crosses his face. His garb is comprised of white and purple robes, loose fitting and easy to move in, and of the traditional Kheris and nomadic styles. However, during his time travelling, Hadar will occasionally don leather armor, chainmail or other light armor to protect himself.

[color=khaki][b]Flaws:[/b][/color][list][*][color=khaki]Slow to fall[/color] - While still in his prime, Hadar has passed his peak physical condition.
[*][color=khaki]Selectively Pacifist[/color] - Hadar rarely fights, drawing his blades only when absolutely necessary.
[*][color=khaki]Wanderlust[/color] - A side-effect of his relic, Hadar is regularly stricken by wanderlust avoids staying in place for too long.
[*][color=khaki]Aloof[/color] - Partially a result of his wanderlust, Hadar is detached and aloof, and rarely makes attachments to others. He will certainly travel alongside and interact warmly with others, but deep personal connections for Hadar are rare and to be cherished. 
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[color=khaki][b]Skills:[/b][/color][list][*][color=khaki]Swordsman of Legend[/color] - Legends tell tale of the man named 'The Windwalker', a swordsman believed to be born of demons that tore his way through the Sand Kingdoms, a man who could move faster than the wind, whose blade was worth a thousand blades.
[*][color=khaki]Indomitable Spirit[/color] - Hadar has incorporated peace and calm into every fiber of his being. As a result, his force of will is unwavering, and his swordsmanship is at its most dangerous when he is calm and at balance.
[*][color=khaki]Man of Learning[/color] - While not the most educated man in the deserts, Hadar is a capable reader and writer, and eagerly seeks out knowledge of all kinds. 
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[color=khaki][b]History:[/b][/color]
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Hadar was born the second son to a petty warmonger in the lawless wastes of the Sand Kingdoms- a region of desert sand inbetween the walls of Kheris, and the more fertile lands of Othea. A land of nomads and raiders, the region known as the Sand Kingdoms serve as a natural barrier between Othea and Kheris, few willing to make the trek through the hot sands and savannas and fight off roving raiders to make it to the other side. Of his many siblings, only Hadar and his older brother lived past their childhood. His childhood was tumultuous and chaotic, their tribe wasn’t large enough to control any of the major remaining settlements, and were stuck constantly waging war against the other small tribes for the desert’s rapidly dwindling resources. As soon as he could walk he was put to work, gathering what little plant matter there was and helping out his family and other tribe members however he could. As a youth, Hadar was forced to the sword in order to fight for his family and for their collective survival. 

As Hadar and his brother grew older, they were brought along with their father and the other men of the warband as they raided and skirmished with other tribes for control of water and other scarce resources. As their father and the other men waged battle against the warriors of the other tribes, Hadar and the other youths would make a beeline for the opposing tribe’s valuables: water, food, livestock; and steal them. As Hadar and his brother grew older they were taught in the way of the blade in order to further aid their tribe. 

Showing considerable promise as a swordsman, Hadar proved to be quite competent with a blade, and would eventually be regarded as one of the most talented swordsmen in the tribe. He showed considerable promise as a combatant and joined the ranks of his tribe’s warriors. Extremely proud of his skill, Hadar quickly propelled himself to be among the most prominent of his tribe’s warriors, and eventually became known throughout the deserts. Taking victory after victory for his tribe, Hadar would eventually become to be known throughout the Sand Kingdoms as the 'Windwalker', for his near inhuman dexterity and grace. Legends spoke of a man born of demons from the Old Kingdoms, ravaging through the deserts with such speed that he had to have been possessed by the wind. With his skill with the blade, and his fearsome reputation, Hadar helped take his tribe to glorious, heights smaller tribes surrendering outright rather than face down the man that was worth a hundred men.

Hadar led his tribe across the deserts, his tribe believing him blessed by the gods, and following a path of fate. Hadar eventually led his tribe to a secluded shrine that historians had once referred to as Al-Kibrit, a temple from the Old Kingdom, whose purpose was long forgotten. The inhabitants of this shrine were a cabal of warriors led by one possessed of an obscure and and mystic power, claiming to have guarded the temple for the past century. As Hadar led his tribe into the battle, he found himself fighting those who seemed to wield the powers of the gods themselves, faster and stronger than mere mortal men. As his kinsmen struggled to fight off the cabal and were slain, Hadar found himself in single combat with the leader of the strange warriors. 

Only through his own finely honed speed and reflexes was Hadar able to survive the encounter, receiving a gruesome facial and chest wound as the enemy champion seemed to cut into him despite being several feet away. With every ounce of Hadar's skill, alongside considerable amounts of luck, the Windwalker eventually bested the cabal's champion, after a full hour of fighting on the last strands of his life. Claiming the cabal champion's blade as his own, Hadar found himself in possession of a magical weapon, a blade whose edge never dulled, and could cut through the very air around him, maiming men from distances out of his reach. With help of this blade, Hadar managed to return to his tribe, injured, but alive.

Though family, he and his brother often times butted heads. His brother, while a capable warrior in his own right, paled in comparison to his brother Hadar- a mere spark in comparison with a raging inferno. With their father making plans to have Hadar succeed him as the next warlord; Hadar’s brother was wracked with jealousy. Hatching a plot, Hadar’s older brother overthrew him, blaming Hadar for the loss of so many of the tribe's warriors, and accusing him of treason and attempting to lead the tribe towards destruction. Cast out and exiled, Hadar left his tribe, and wandered the desert sands. 

Though he had been abandoned by his tribe, it appeared that the relic which had granted him new unique abilities had not. The sword bore a wind that guided him forward through the desert. However, still suffering from his wounds, and With little more than his swords and the clothes on his back, Hadar didn’t last very long in the desert and an untold amount of time fending for himself, he finally collapsed.

Hadar awoke to find himself in the care of a hermit and his daughter, weakened and sick from the desert. Nursing Hadar back to health, Hadar stayed with the hermit and his daughter for a while- he had nowhere else to go, and the Hermit was kind and knowledgeable. Hadar learned much from the two, the cave in which they lived was devoid of the constant conflict that characterized the desert, an oasis of peace in an otherwise lawless land, affording Hadar a taste of peacefulness and calm that he had never before experienced. Hadar learned how to read, and how to write, he learned of compassion, humility and slowly learned the value of human life. The hermit taught Hadar how to read through ancient texts and taught him to question his surroundings. Now able to read the ancient runes inscribed upon his sword, Hadar learned of the powerful magic that resided within his blade. This sword was no mere weapon of war, but a relic of the Old Kingdom, unlike any other. The ancient hermit eventually grew old, and died peacefully in his sleep. 

After burying the hermit, Hadar took the hermit's ancient texts, and works of knowledge, and with the hermit's daughter, set off back into the desert as a changed man. The two would eventually wed. Following the pull of the wind Hadar ventured south, eventually arriving in the Kingdom of Othea. For the next several years, he traveled through the lands of Othea, seeking knowledge and teaching wherever he went. Rumors in Othea spread, of a man not unlike the stories of the Windwalker, a swordsman believed to be born of demons that tore his way through the Sand Kingdoms, word spread of a swordsman who could move faster than the wind, a near peerless swordsman, who instead of blood, glory and gold sought out books and dusty trinkets. 

When Hadar's brother found him, neither sibling knew what to expect, after so many years had passed. Hadar's brother begged him for his assistance. Their tribe had been all but destroyed for straying too near to the borders of Kheris, and his daughter had been taken as a slave. Agreeing to rescue his niece, Hadar set off back into the desert, sneaking his way into Kheris. 

Hadar has spent a year in Kheris now, trying to track his niece down. His only clue thus far is that she is in one of the great cities of Kheris, and to seek the bright blue bird. 
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[color=khaki][b]Personality:[/b][/color] 
Confident and charismatic, Hadar appears outwardly jovial and warm-hearted. His lazy and carefree demeanor, combined with his natural pensiveness is occasionally mistaken for a lack of awareness and carelessness. Underneath his relaxed persona lies an innate brilliance, a highly intuitive and calculative mind. Highly perceptive and possessing near prophetic spacial awareness, Hadar shows an almost insatiable appetite for knowledge and learning of any kind, be it scholarly or practical, and will readily trade gold and glory for ancient ruins and dusty tomes. Despite his lazy demeanor, Hadar is a dedicated scholar boasting considerable knowledge of geography, and alchemical theory. Hadar possesses a well developed moral compass, though he will rarely force his ideals onto others, instead seeking his own inner peace. 

Hadar values knowledge, learning, and personal growth. He constantly seeks to better himself, and encourages those around him to do so as well. While outwardly lazy and carefree, Hadar holds compassion towards those who also embody his values. 

Hadar also values freedom, and the ability to pursue growth at ones own pace. He doesn't like the idea of being stuck in any one place for too long, and is commonly afflicted with wanderlust. This is occasionally attributed to the fact that he follows the pull of the winds from his relic, following what he calls the Winds of Fate.

Compassion and humility are also core values of Hadar. While one can argue how much compassion a man who so easily fights with a sword may be, Hadar truly values human life and dignity- though his displays of 'compassion and dignity' may not always coincide ideals held by others. 
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