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Halfshav does not always kill shav tribes nor force them to kneel at the tip of their swords. Sometimes they talk to them. The spirits are a universal touchstone and so is want. Lord Mirk Halfshav has always had a connection with the land and spirits. He even views them as separate things the spirits of the land and the nature of the land itself. It's those distinctions and subtle connections that color his worldview and the way he approaches problems. Born to Eoghan Halfshav and cousins with Brianna, Seax, Arik, and Khanne the man is the eldest of that generation. He was the first to titter about Whitehold as a child. He remembers the births when he was a young boy of 6 even back then he saw the desires of people. The pride of fathers, the wish of mothers, the envy of Uncles. By the time he was in his mid-teens he was already a wanderer. He would leave Whitehold to visit different village shamans and speak of the world with them. While he was at it he'd visit the local tavern, the local matchmaker, really anyone of note. He spoke to them all and learned their stories but he never made up stories to compete always sharing his humble tale as it existed at the time. It was in his eighttenth year that Mirk Halfshav encountered his first village of shav. He had been hunting for a meal, looking to bring back some pelts to a tanner in a nearby village. He stumbled onto the shavs hunting grounds and was captured. Lucky for him he is a Halfshav and he quickly illuminated the benefits of just moving a little closer to the settlement and instead of competing for game in winter and lands in summer working together. It worked! That was one of the several tribes he convinced by brokering a deal to kneel to the Compact. It wasn't all glory of the blade and he took pride in the knowledge that there always seemed to be a path towards satisfaction for all sides. Now it is years later and the wandering spiritualist comes to Arx to see his family and bring his particular brand of talents to the complicated politics of the city. Half Savage and Half Hero if Mirk can balance those two ideals he can certainly balance the scales of the Houses of Arx.

This man is stout and well-built. He is not a specimen, he is not impressive, but he is sturdy with broadly sloped shoulders leading into thick arms with a strong chest and reliable legs to match. He has a full beard from ear to ear and a mustach to keep his face warm too. His brow is forever furrowed and his hairline is high giving him a windswept looked. Curling and tangled light brown locks are kept done up in a bun or knot at the back of his head, some charms hanging from it. Tattoos mark his forearm and entire left side. When visible they depict animals, abstract concepts, and places all woven together in a confusing tapestry of black ink against fair-skin.

Mirk is not a talker nor is he a charmer, he is a dealmaker. You want a little of this, you want a little of that, you don't know what you want? He'll make a deal with you, with your mother, with your brother, with your horse, he'll even make a deal with the spirits of your shoes. It's just his way he either sees what people want or convinces them he knows. It's all about connections.