Iahmesu Merira

Iahmesu

Iahmesu Merira

Biographical information
Amol-Kalit ?? A village west of Ragash
Physical description
Human Male Tall Large Brown Brown Tanned
Political information
Captain of the Imperial Host
Out-of-character information
Eren'thiel Xyrdithas 2022-09 [Source]

The rise of the Empire brought about a time of great solace for the one who goes now as only Iahmesu. Now he is known by and large as only a decent captain in the army, and a formidable warrior in his own right. This was not always the case, however.

Before being dishonoured, defamed, and dis-owned by his own family, he was known as Iahmesu of House Merira, a wealthy family in Ragash. They were known for having a more pacifistic and non-xenophobic view, and though they themselves had acquired abtati slaves of their own in the past, they were not advocates for outright abuse. Because of this influence, Iahmesu has never harboured any personal disdain for their kind as most Kalitians do, and their ascension to power meant little more to him than an exchanging of hats like so many done before.


Appearance

Iahmesu is a tall and broad man, clearly one of great strength and merit, with strongly masculine features. He wears a trimmed beard and keeps his hair rather short on top and down to a stubble along the sides with a unique pattern of several lines shaved into the one side. And though this style would seem to be some kind of fashion statement, it is rare that his hair is seen by very many but if one were to find him and those of his military unit in one place with their heads bare, they would seem the same style among each of them.

When dressed for battle, he adorns himself in the whites and reds of the Imperial Host with his armour and weaponry, but when in a more casual setting he typically wears a white kufiya atop his head and a white thawb, which in the heat of day he will often open and tie around his waist to expose his chest to the far to often only subtle breezes.

Skills and Abilities

A well-trained warrior, Iahmesu is a formidable force in melee combat. He has a particular preference to wield a pair of long and deadly glaives on the battlefield, but in single combat he opts for his ever reliable shield and sword. Of all his skills as a warrior, his skills with a sword are without a doubt his greatest strength, and there are few he has faced in battle who could best him, if not for his skill then his sometimes brutish-like shows of strength.

Having been born into nobility, Iahmesu is capable of reading and writing, though his inclinations toward violence hindered many of the academic practices his parents and teachers tried to instill upon him. He is familiar with magic, but never showed any interest or aptitude in its use. And though intelligent and a shrewd warrior, his disposition was never considered palatable by the likes of the upper echelons, especially following the rise of the Empire. Because of this, his career in the military is stagnant as a captain of his company despite his obviously natural talent for war.

He is a born leader and warrior, but his lust for combat and competition can sometimes override his tact.

Personality

Iahmesu is not known as a particularly approachable individual. Though to his comrade-at-arms he is social and relatively polite, it is not often he will associate with those not of military standing. It is not so much that he does not care for those who do not fight, only that he feels he has no way to relate to those of the public. As a dis-owned noble turned to the military, there is simply no part of their lives that he is all that familiar with in his opinion, except perhaps the women.

As a warrior he would say he feels most comfortable on the battlefield. As a soldier he preforms well, and follows his orders without question - except when the situation warrants it. And while he does indeed find comfort in the familiar fray of bloodshed, as he has grown older there has become more to Iahmesu than the thirst of combat. Though it is a fleeting thought, an infrequent dream...

Far from the noise of the Empire, where the water crashes softly against the stony shore,
the quiet thudding of the boat against the dock,
the sound of gentle rain falling against the porch roof,
a warm mug in hand,
a heavy book in lap...

Biography & Lore

[W.I.P]

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