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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.

Painstaking effort has been put into the man's appearance, almost as if he had something to prove. His black hair is short and trimmed around the edges, sprinkled with hints of grey. His face is shaved save for a fine mustache that curls outwardly around his mouth. Broad shoulders betray a once much more active lifestyle, although he's not built quite as strongly as a warrior would be. His arms are slim and long, usually being folded behind his back or clasping his hands at his waist. The only blemish that hasn't been hidden away or painted over is the faded scar upon his forehead, which runs in a straight arc down the right side of his face and ends at his jaw. His choice of attire is almost always something featuring umbra and the color black. If it wasn't for his accent placing him somewhere in the deeper North, he wouldn't look out of place among the high society of Arvani. Clearly he's done his work in ensuring that any trace of Prodigal origin has been buried deep.

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.