Zaire Dogo
| Age 33 |
| Gender Male |
| Origin Suldaza, Miradi |
| Occupation Takoumba’ni |
When the search for knowledge leads you to a underground city it's impossible to turn around. Zaire had considered that he should go to the nearest town, to get a friend to go with him. He should have stocked up on necessities, some rope, a torch, a couple of extra knives. Like a fool, he dropped himself in a place that was always meant to be covered by the sands.
Zaire cannot remember much, only that he got overwhelmed. Exhausted physically and mentally, back against the wall, his life was taken from it. He knows it was because his life flashes before his eyes. He remembered his childhood, surrounded by brothers, all of them more loyal to their mother than their father. He remembered his first love, a older girl who was taller than him and yet he didn't care, flirting with her anyways. Memories of proving the gift given to him from Takoumba, Hand of Good, Hand of Evil. The secrets, the lies, the smile he wished to see from the Mansa.
His eyes opened to see spirits floating before him, speaking in a language he didn't know. An old language, a forgotten language, a language left under time and sand. Despite the pitch black darkness enveloping him, he could see shape of the door, the curve of a broken vase. When Zaire looked at his hands, he saw the rivulets of glowing blue leading up his arms, his body now mapped with many glowing rivers. Alive. He was alive. The thought struck him giddy, he laughed, scaring away all the spirits floating above and around him.
Takoumba must have saved him, for it was the last word that left Zaire's lips. He was saved by the god he worshipped, another gift graciously given to him. It galvanized every foundation of his faith, of his oath as a Takoumba'ni. The rest of the changes he saw and felt, Zaire didn't mind. It made him stand out, but it didn't keep him from continuing his service.
Now traveling as a witch doctor, Zaire travels all across Suldaza, secretly serving the Mansa while also offering blessings and curses to those who ask for them. He has tamed spirits for free, gotten rid of spirits for money, and has made up a love potion or two for the desperate.
Appearance
| Height 6'1 |
| Build Strong and thick |
| Hair Black then ghostly blue-teal |
| Eyes blue teal |
Remarkably handsome, even before the change. His warm undertones have cooled towards a stiff gray, his skin cold as if it he weren't alive. Healed scars over his body, Zaire is someone who fights with his hands as much as with his magic. Sometimes grows out his beard, sometimes shave it, his hair always long. Likes wearing clothing that exposes his chest; he thinks his glowing blue scars are quite attractive.
Personality
Confident, stoic, thoughtful, brave, and a little lady-crazy.
Skills
- Spirit tamer
- Both sides of the coin: Zaire utilizing both light and dark magics, much better with the hand of evil than he is with the hand of good.
- Necromancy
- Adept at riding many animals
- Good at making trinkets with either blessings or curses
- Detective work
- Cooking
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