Audun Sinai
Appearance
With sun-scorched skin and amber eyes, Audun is easily recognizable as one of the Abtati. His armor is a combination of banded metal and hooded loose-fitting cloth, enabling ease of movement while still providing adequate protection from attacks. Regardless of his attire, be it for combat or casual conversation, he always wears a token around his neck, depicting crossed swords against sandstone; a symbol of Iasimu, Goddess of Storms and Might.
Skills and Abilities
From years of fighting in the pits of Annuakat, Audun has become a skilled fighter, both with and without his swords, albeit one who lacks the refinement of formal training. His main weapons of choice are his dual swords, which he employs to deadly efficiency, and his fists.
However, his greatest asset comes in the form of his magic: geomancy. With this arcane ability, Audun is able to turn the very battlefield into his ally. Calm sands can turn to churning sandstorms with the flick of a wrist, and send torrents of splintering rock with a kick of a foot. He can also employ his geomancy for mobility, creating pillars of stone for him to step across or propelling himself upward with a forceful push of earth. However, these abilities are as of yet untrained. While it's impressive, it lacks precision without a mentor.
However, his greatest asset comes in the form of his magic: geomancy. With this arcane ability, Audun is able to turn the very battlefield into his ally. Calm sands can turn to churning sandstorms with the flick of a wrist, and send torrents of splintering rock with a kick of a foot. He can also employ his geomancy for mobility, creating pillars of stone for him to step across or propelling himself upward with a forceful push of earth. However, these abilities are as of yet untrained. While it's impressive, it lacks precision without a mentor.
Personality
Upon meeting Audun, it becomes readily obvious that he doesn't spend much time around nobility and the high class of society. He's often sarcastic, witty, and tends to speak his mind when it may very well be preferable to keep it shut instead, and has a carefree air about him.
However, to think him disrespectful or careless would be incorrect. Though his respect is rarely shown directly, he always follows along with whatever decision they may make, regardless of his verbalized disagreement. He's surprisingly clever and observant, despite his relaxed appearance, and in battle, he is determined beyond anything else.
However, to think him disrespectful or careless would be incorrect. Though his respect is rarely shown directly, he always follows along with whatever decision they may make, regardless of his verbalized disagreement. He's surprisingly clever and observant, despite his relaxed appearance, and in battle, he is determined beyond anything else.
Biography & Lore
Born in the slums of the largely Kaliti dominated Annuakat to a family of Abtati, Audun was born into oppression - and slavery. His parents had discarded their nomadic lifestyle, which their ancestors had followed for what must have been millennia when their tribe had splintered and fractured under the whips and chains of Kaliti slavers. Hundreds of Abtati fell to their might, where they were unceremoniously sold to the highest bidder as though they were nothing more than cattle.
By the time he was deemed able, he was sent to work in the fields on the banks of the Baal-Duru. The work was hard and brutal, but the slavers were worse. Their whips stung as they danced upon the backs of their Abtati servants, the shouts and screams doing nothing to halt their punishment. They sought to break them, to turn them obedient. The young Audun refused, biting back with words more venomous than any serpent within the Amol-Kalit. Even when the beatings grew longer and more painful, he refused.
One night, they grew too much. As their hands went to the whip on their belt, seeking another reminder of their authority, Audun's shackles snapped. The metal weakened and faltered, as though it were pulled apart by an invisible force. The slaver's face turned pale as he felt the ground beneath him shake and rumble.
After that day, he was free. To earn coin, he fought in the pits of Annuakat. Soon, he built up a sort of reputation among the regular viewers, deeming him "The Stonecarver."
When Gerra took power, leading the sand elves to achieve the greatness - the freedom - they strived for, he smiled.
By the time he was deemed able, he was sent to work in the fields on the banks of the Baal-Duru. The work was hard and brutal, but the slavers were worse. Their whips stung as they danced upon the backs of their Abtati servants, the shouts and screams doing nothing to halt their punishment. They sought to break them, to turn them obedient. The young Audun refused, biting back with words more venomous than any serpent within the Amol-Kalit. Even when the beatings grew longer and more painful, he refused.
One night, they grew too much. As their hands went to the whip on their belt, seeking another reminder of their authority, Audun's shackles snapped. The metal weakened and faltered, as though it were pulled apart by an invisible force. The slaver's face turned pale as he felt the ground beneath him shake and rumble.
After that day, he was free. To earn coin, he fought in the pits of Annuakat. Soon, he built up a sort of reputation among the regular viewers, deeming him "The Stonecarver."
When Gerra took power, leading the sand elves to achieve the greatness - the freedom - they strived for, he smiled.
