Modi Blackpelt

Modi Blackpelt
Social Rank	8
Fealty	Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
House	Blackpelt
Gender	Male
Age	42
Religion	Shamanism
Vocation	Courtier
Height	6'2
Hair Color	Black
Eye Color	Green
Skintone	Pale
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Description

'Rough and tumble' seems apt enough to describe the man. He presents a strong jaw, complimented by a full black beard that hangs low on his chin. His hair is jet black and hangs down to his shoulders, often kept in check through some strategic braiding. His shoulders are broad and despite his weathered appearance, he seems to keep himself in fairly good shape. His eyes are a dark green, with a faded scar running from his forehead down to his chin. The palms of his hands are inked with runic tattoos. He's often clad in a mix of fur and steel, a holdover from living in such bone-chilling climates. All and all, a gruff yet handsome sort.

Personality

Many would call Modi an eccentric fellow and promptly write it off as his Shav'arvani origins. Regardless of appearances the man is always quick to smile, quicker to offer niceties to strangers and friends alike. For all the time spent in the wilds he does make great efforts to 'fit in' with civilized society. His voice carries a rough and tumble cadence that tries its very best to be polite, but rarely succeeds. He is inquisitive, perhaps to a fault as he continues to learn his newfound life. Though for all his social hardships, the long periods of time spent surviving the harsh colds of the North have left their mark. He is a survivalist when out of city walls and within them, with keen eyes to the path least traveled and innovative solutions to problems. If anything could be said for certain, it's that Modi tries. He tries entirely too hard.

Background

Far in the northern reaches of Arvum is where Modi came into the world. He was born the only child of a Shav'arvani mother and father, committed to the clan known as 'The Blackpelts'. They were a martial people, with deep superstitions rooted in spiritual belief. Modi was raised on the oral traditions of the clan, marring his childhood in hunting and shamanistic ritual. He was destined to one day take his place within their hierarchy as a leader in the physical trials and the occult. However, such a fate was pushed to the side entirely when the one they called the Horned God arose. Soon their tribe was beset by the whispers and machinations of that terrible force. Faced with their enslavement, Modi and his peers traveled into the snow-covered forests to beseech the spirits for guidance. They returned with claims that their survival hinged upon finding solace within the Compact, with which they had lived independent of for generations. Few would accept this stipulation. Their idleness allowed the seeds of doubt to grow. One by one, they followed the call of the Horned one. The Blackpelts were no more.

Modi was one of the few to flee from the chaos, running south after his home gave in to darkness. He boldly claims that the predictions given to him had led him down this path. He'd never looked back until he made it to the city of Arx, where he bent the knee to the Compact's way of life.

Though the life of a prodigal has won him little happiness, it has kept him alive. Everyday is a new challenge in adapting to this strange land. It is a trial that he's taken head-on, spending his time tutoring with the Whispers in learning proper etiquette and sociability. Along with offering his skills as a hunter to the common-folk of the city. His intent is to be useful, as useful as he possibly can be to his new people.