Zayad al-Kuresh zi Takoumba
| Age 40 |
| Gender Male |
| Origin Miradi |
| Occupation Diplomat/Emissary/Spy |
"A word is not good or bad. Penmanship is."
Zayad al-Kuresh zi Takoumba
Zayad al-Kuresh zi Takoumba
Appearance
| Height 6'2'' |
| Build Tall and strong, with a belly of leisure |
| Hair Bald |
| Eyes Brown |
A striking figure with skin like onyx – tall, broad and brawny. Body earned by discipline, but softened by dessert. Nearly hairless, he dressed in ceremonial silks and linens, layers more suited to sun than snow, worn with no regard for the weather.
Personality
He wears his smile like a second skin, warm and wide. Jovial by habit and charming by design, he’s played the role of a wandering poet and diplomat for so long that many forget to ask what he really does. He is never unkind, but often appears a bit too amused. Too quick with a quip, too fascinated with mistranslation, too eager to scribble down the most random words and idioms in the margins of his pages while the rest of the room moved on.
A Takoumba’ni by oath and inclination, he believes that the world thrives on misdirection. In his mind, tricks are mirrors of the soul. His loyalties were never to the elite of Miraj’Dah, but to his people – those that would most likely never read a treaty but would most likely pay for its failure in blood.
He does not need to play at being kind, it’s his nature. Good on the other hand was always one of the harder masks. Nothing is ever truly off the table. A single hand may praise a child on a job well done while another works against a rival. Death was never something he actively sought for. But even as a last resort, it was always in play.
Above all things, he is curious. Endlessly. About what made people tick and whether they should be allowed to continue doing so.
Wherever he goes, he leaves refreshments enjoyed, notes filled with the most random words, and the uneasy feeling of knowing more. Which he usually does.
A Takoumba’ni by oath and inclination, he believes that the world thrives on misdirection. In his mind, tricks are mirrors of the soul. His loyalties were never to the elite of Miraj’Dah, but to his people – those that would most likely never read a treaty but would most likely pay for its failure in blood.
He does not need to play at being kind, it’s his nature. Good on the other hand was always one of the harder masks. Nothing is ever truly off the table. A single hand may praise a child on a job well done while another works against a rival. Death was never something he actively sought for. But even as a last resort, it was always in play.
Above all things, he is curious. Endlessly. About what made people tick and whether they should be allowed to continue doing so.
Wherever he goes, he leaves refreshments enjoyed, notes filled with the most random words, and the uneasy feeling of knowing more. Which he usually does.
Skills
Diplomacy
Etiquette
Stealth
Shroudweaving
Explanations of his type of magic
Core mechanics
Zayad uses Font Magic, a rare Miradi art that binds power to the written word. Spells are cast through carefully written phrases, limited to no more than three words. Their effects depending on font style, ink color and penmanship. The magic activates only while the ink is not yet fully dry – therefore storing these in scrolls is impossible.
This magic bends under the Law of Language – as such every spell bends to the nature of the words as written. Poor grammar, mistranslation, or poetic ambiguity can cause unintended and dangerous consequences.
Etiquette
Stealth
Shroudweaving
Explanations of his type of magic
Core mechanics
Zayad uses Font Magic, a rare Miradi art that binds power to the written word. Spells are cast through carefully written phrases, limited to no more than three words. Their effects depending on font style, ink color and penmanship. The magic activates only while the ink is not yet fully dry – therefore storing these in scrolls is impossible.
This magic bends under the Law of Language – as such every spell bends to the nature of the words as written. Poor grammar, mistranslation, or poetic ambiguity can cause unintended and dangerous consequences.
Common misconceptions
- There are many who believe this is simply a side-effect of magical Miradi ink or an advanced form of sleight of hand
- Scholars debate whether the power lies in the words, the meaning, or the writer himself
- Some say Takoumba smiles on him with every phrase, while others fear it’s a curse waiting to misfire