Name Nicias Askani
Age 30

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Country of Origin 
Background
All I ever knew was shifting sand and starry skies. Our town in the nation of Osmad consisted of mercenaries. Those who did the work of the Osmados, to the outside dessert we were barbarians; Honorless blades for hire. But to ourselves we were just people trying to get by. We did not thrive off of our expertise but we survived and provided for each other. I remember clearly the deadliest sandstorm in history. We had seen hundreds before but none like this one. They say the god of death sent it just for us, as penance for our way of life yet it didn’t wipe us all out so I don’t believe it. Some of us survived, not enough to rebuild. So we moved, dispersed is more the word. 
I took the sword of my people and endeavored to move from the land of endless sand to live among the endless stars. To that mean I did what I had to do as an Osmad to become and airshipment. They didn’t seem too different from my peoples sand sails that slid across the sand when the wind blew. The airships were just smoother and more constant in movement. But here I am now, aboard the Mountaintaker. A dying dream made reality. It was the winds that took my people, now it is the winds I ride.