Spirits of the Earth

Prologue
+ NAME + Natanyl Volu Anaki
+ ALIAS + Nata, Nat, Anki
+ AGE + Roughly in his 250s (appears to be in late 30s)
+ GENDER + Male
+ ORIGIN + Thunderblacks
+ SPECIES + Umbraeon
+ RESIDENCE + The...Highway!
+ OCCUPATION + Former Ankuman / Highwayman
+ FACE + One lava red eye and one emerald eye / Dark Red Hair
+ STATURE + 6'1" / 218 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Pansexual



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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Natanyl is a ruggedly handsome rogue, with a narrow chiseled face, and deep inset eyes. His grins are wry, full lips often curling into a sarcastic sneer - in particular when confronted with punitive insults. His brows seem to naturally fall into a furrow, with thick brows and eyes that seem to lazy to want to do more than bore into you from a distance because he couldn't give two shits what you thought about him. Of average height for his kind, Natanyl is athletically built, lean and mean, not quite hulking, with varying scars along his light gray skin, three slashes along his right shoulder, as well as the full body tattoos of his tribe.

He's wizened in appearance, the fine lines of age apparent here and there in the corners of his eyes, right one lava red and the left one emerald green (an unusual anomaly even for his people), and a small set of cuts along his lips and chin. Natanyl's red hair is long and braided, with a set of feathers and bones tied to it and usually braided in a knot behind his head, or hanging loose when completely doused. A small cut mars his left eye brow, crossing at the corner of his eye, and narrowly missing being plucked out.

PERSONA
"The bones have spoken. I guess today just isn't your lucky day."

Natanyl Anaki cuts an ambiguous, roguishly charming figure from the get go. While he might not say more than intended, he's got a sharp enough wit, with a keen eye for detail, and an even sharper tongue. He's friendly when he has to be, and guarded because he must, and doesn't trust anyone more than he has to.  He's sly, underhanded if it means toppling an opponent and never reveals his full hand, even down to his final card.

When in good company with a few drinks in him, Natanyl is prone to boisterous roaring laughter, and tipping his chair over because his guffaws were too great for even him. He's generally sarcastic, tending to favor heavily toward gallows humor, and rarely in the mood to take anyone else very seriously. His jokes are terrible and commentary dry, and if you're forced to suffer it, then he'll have a hell of a time tormenting you by telling you everything you don't want to hear.

If there's one thing he is most protective of, it's his daughter Casinia, whom he loves more than his own life. He 'works' to provide for their livelihood, if it can be called that, and has taken her away from the tribe life he knew. Natanyl has no real value for organized faiths, and although he doesn't openly mock them, and stil practices much of his own shaman tenets, he will never force his daughter to follow a faith that would lead only to ruin.

- Things! -

- Often grumbles to himself loudly when ruminating. None of his words are sensible or coherent, and he falls in and out of the Serenian, Adelan and Sevic
- Can sometimes go for days without sleep, either because he's working on an incantation, or some other bout of self induced insomnia. Either way, it's generally ill-advised to interact with him when his brains are scrambled eggs.
- Keeps the spices to himself. Pepper, powders, anything and everything that gives flavor, he has on his person and never goes anywhere without them. If you can get him to share, *tips hat to you*.
- Uses a small sack of rat bones for all your on-the-go scrying and divination needs. He's a healthy skeptic despite the practice. He doesn't call it predicting the future, but uses it instead to measure the probability of possible outcomes.

MAGIC/ABILITIES

ANKUMAN
The traditional shaman amongst Umbraeon tribes, Natanyl had been raised from birth to fill his mantle and oversee the rites of worship, medicinal care, and divining the fortune of the tribe's future. As a result Natanyl is more in tune with the 'spirits', and seeing the unseen. He can commune with these spirits and otherworldly forces, through both a natural affinity and decades of honing his skills.

BLOOD MAGIC
Natanyl knew the consequences of trading his soul for great power and immortality. Natanyl is unafraid of the force that gave him the ability to fuel his spells with blood, nor the price that it would ultimately cost him, but if it meant protecting his child, he would do it again in a heartbeat.

RELATIONSHIPS
Casinia - young adult - approximately 18 human years - his daughter and the most important person in his life. She's intelligent and a splitting image of her mother.

HISTORY
Typical story of boy is raised in brainwashing religious cult in the depths of the draconi forest. Boy grows up and unearths awful secrets about his home. He runs away and takes his daughter with him and takes peoples stuff to make a living. 8D  Sometimes reads palms.

Epilogue
THREADS
A Stroll Down Fascination Street (http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26638.0)