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[h1][color=red]Mazyar Windchaser[/color][/h1][/center][table][row][/row][row][cell]Mazyar is not an openly vain man, but any old soldier of similar repute will boast of their adventures when they're deep in their cups... And so, there are some that know his story as told by him, and recall it going somewhat like this.

"I was born a low-ranking member of the Sidda family, whose roots lay in old Nhir. My father was the fifth brother of one of the branch families, and my mother a local aristocrat's daughter with almost as much commoner in her as noble. As far back as I can remember, father was embroiled in the internal politics of the family; always jockeying for position, always vying for the smallest of recognition from the family heads. It was inevitable that I would become one of his pieces in that game, and his desire drove him to become a fierce disciplinarian. I still remember the sting of the switch he used, even after all the fights and scrapes I've been through. I must be honest however -- much of the Sidda were like that in those days, so soon after their exile. They all grasped for the glories they had before, and I don't doubt that many ardently wished for their return to the vaunted heights they had reached whilst a part of the Empire. 

In any case, I left at the first opportunity I had, when I was only fifteen. I escaped the family grounds in the dead of night, and traveled south to the nearest saltwater harbor. I lied to an unprincipled shipmaster about my age and paid him enough coin to turn a blind eye, and managed to travel as far south as the Velucian islands. There I spent some months attempting to convince a mercenary company to let me join their ranks. It was obvious I was a runaway, and most of the groups there were looking for the famed Velucian slingers, not some green boy without any equipment. But I was determined and had some talent with bow and spear, and after scraping together some coin from working in taverns I was able to buy myself some decent maille. It wasn't long after that I joined a small company headed for the Gwidlic kingdoms.

My time in the Pearled Sea became the foundation to my later fame. I spent six years there, fighting for and against all manner of petty kings and chieftains, sometimes in both capacities. They were a strange people, but not too unlike the Thraxian tribes in their constant feuding. Their Knights are impressive fighters, but although almost every man had some training in archery I found their mastery of that craft rather poor. Thus I initially made a name for myself amongst them as an archer; only later did they come to appreciate my spearmanship as well. I left many blond-haired champions bleeding in the dirt. In fact, it is the Gwidlics who gave me my name Windchaser for the speed of my gait when sprinting into battle.

Eventually I grew tired of the Kingdoms and spent the next two decades traveling across the Known World. I was employed in many capacities as a fighting man. Sometimes with a few others, sometimes under an entire outfit. I'd like to say I've fought in almost every corner of the world. I spent years on the various frontiers of Nhir, where I witnessed the power of the Nhirian Cataphracts. I sailed to Hitravata and fought against Sarsinid raiders -- they were gloriously talented equestrians and archers, and I managed to learn some of their craft from those we captured. In Lower Eshkhep I spent some time amongst the Hamurmids. Their temperament was much like my fathers with their petty squabbling and backstabbing, and I left as soon as possible. I spent some time as far south as the Riddling City, where I slew a cabal of magi practicing dark magics. That feat itself is a good story on its own, and won me no small amount of fame. I crossed the Screaming Sands (whose people are little more than cowardly vultures) from Sea to Sea. That was a foolhardy journey, and I have never been closer to death's door. Afterwards I was beset by Talomaic pirates, and although I beat them off their poisons would leave me in agony for weeks. I was lucky though, as a passing group of Jalwarudi nomads nursed me back to health. I still count their people as friends to this day.

Three years ago I decided to finally return to Thraxia. I had seen my fill of the world, and some part of me still missed the land of mountains and valleys. And another part of me still cursed my father, and wanted to show the Sidda family the man I had become. Well, it was a lacklustre homecoming to be sure. My father was long dead, and my mother as well. I had no relatives that remembered me, and it took some time to convince my erstwhile family that I was who I said I was. I may have never accomplished that if not for my fame as a mercenary. In any case, I was accepted begrudgingly back into the Sidda, who are now ruled by a monster of a man and are still plagued by infighting. And now I hear tell of the Ardent Host once again being on the march..."[/cell][cell][center][img]https://i.ibb.co/tQ1XWZk/Webp-net-resizeimage.jpg[/img]
[sup]Tall and stocky, Mazyar bears the marks of a lifetime of fighting. Scars crisscross his body, his left hand misses one digit, and his tanned skin bears the resemblance of leather. However, his former vigor has begun to give way to the vicissitudes of age, with grey dotting his beard and wrinkles marring his face. Even so, Mazyar moves with the surety and grace of a master warrior. 
[b][color=red]Age:[/color][/b] 52
[b][color=red]Skills & Talents:[/color][/b] A famous warrior with a heroic reputation, Mazyar is a tremendously skilled fighter. His preferred weapons are his iron-tipped ash spear and horn composite bow, though he also is proficient with his iron acinaces-style sword. He is an able equestrian due to his wide travels, and is fluent in two languages while being able to partially speak another four. Mazyar is a career soldier and veteran campaigner, and thus is experienced in all facets of that lifestyle. However, age has token its toll on him, and he no longer moves with the alacrity he once did.
[b][color=red]Traits:[/color][/b] Moral; Brave; Insecure; Jaded; Imperturbable; Honorable; Prideful; Reckless; Perceptive
[b][color=red]Allegiances:[/color][/b] Those he holds dear [Personal]; Anabinpal [Liege]; the Sidda family [Familial]; the Mikanna [Faction]
[b][color=red]Rank & Role:[/color][/b] RETAINER. Mazyar serves Anabinpal and the Sidda family.[/sup][/center][/cell][/row][row][/row][/table]
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