Taqi al-Halik
Mad Dog of Seluca, leash short and snarl bared to the sands. Watch him howl from the slums, caught in the ever-bowed legs of deceit. Famish upon him, in his eyes, in his throat. No manner of wealth fit to satisfy, no pleasures ripe to keep him full. He stirs in the night behind that mask of violence, hackles raised and ready to bite. Fear the hand that feeds, for his fangs know but impunity.
Appearance
Dark of eye and hair, chin strapped with the briefest kiss of a beard, Taqi cuts a somber figure. Tall, packed with muscle trained for that strange mix of murder and flight, he possesses heavy shoulders and a broad back. Tapering down to a waist narrowed by past malnutrition, and a belly taut and distended, he was built a warrior. Scarred knuckles and a nose broken in numerous places mark him a scrapper from his youth.
Skills and Abilities
- Combat - unarmed (expert)
- Combat - improvised weaponry (adept)
- Language - common, kaliti (average)
- Literacy - Common (average)
- Knowledge - violence (talented)
- Knowledge - commerce, music, theology (poor)
- Speechcraft - deceit, intimidation (average)
- Swordsmanship - knives, long swords, short swords (expert)
- Survival - geography, cartography, herblore (adept)
- Utility - cooking, falconry, horseback riding, sleight of hand, stealth (talented)
etc. to varying extents
Personality
Of cold and stoic affect, Taqi comports himself as a man of few words. Instead he possesses an emotive face often seen in hues of snarl and sneer. He mastered a various range of those, and utilizes them freely. Discipline is foreign to him, preferring to wear chaos as his second skin. His edges soften around those he trusts, though his tongue grows rather brusque with the effort.