<div class="floatright">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/fadf1e1d211ee5dacc9bb3072c1bdd9f/tumblr_nkdwi6047l1rifstjo4_540.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shamshir the Seeker (Ibn-Qadir)<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Madmartigan<br/><strong>Concept:</strong>An ex-carnival performer, now thief, making his living on the streets of Sha'ib.<br/><strong>Trouble:</strong>He's a thief. At any given time, he's in danger of losing one or both hands. He also has deep desire for revenge that is eating him alive.<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>25ish<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>On’s:</strong>Women's bodies and men's purses<br/><strong>Off’s:</strong>The law, his sworn enemy, being poor   (for more intimate details, see player's O/Os (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142240.msg6395997#msg6395997))<br/><strong>Race or People:</strong>Son of a Bedu woman and likely either a Hadaree or Djaffir (father unknown)<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>Hair: Black<br/>Eyes: Brown<br/>Height: 5'11"<br/>Weight: ~160lbs<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>Just shy of 6' and 160 tightly muscled pounds after a streak of good luck. Long, disobedient ebony hair brushing his shoulders, skin the color of coffee with milk, and a thin, scruffy beard and mustache more often than not. Dark chocolate brown eyes and thick black lashes that give him the appearance of wearing kohl. His back is a ugly mess of scars, years old, and he rarely removes his vest to display them.<br/><br/><strong>One Unique Thing:</strong>Shamshir is destined to kill the man who murdered his mother.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>He has an easy smile and sharp white teeth. He is lazy - or at least gives the impression of being so - and  indulgent in all pleasurable vices when funds allow. His primary concerns are survival, the accumulation of wealth, and (when the signs are right) the execution of his plans to make his mother's murderer suffer greatly before ending his life. He is greedy but cautious, taking a great deal of time weigh risk against reward when it comes to wealthy marks. Shamshir is curious to a fault and generous with pleasure but not treasure.<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Extensive pickpocketing/purse cutting expertise (20 years' practice), slight of hand, juggling & other carnival tricks, the agility of a cat, deadly accuracy with a sling, and charisma to talk his way into or out of almost anything.<br/><br/><strong>Residence:</strong>He keeps a modest attic room above one of the oldest bath houses in the city. To compensate the owner for his space he gleans extra "tips" from patrons' belongings while they are otherwise engaged, picks up valuable secrets to share, and protects the female slaves when vermin sneak into the establishment.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>His Bedu mother was lured into false marriage by a deceitful Haradee man who - upon bringing her into the city - immediately sold her into slavery at a Djaffir bath house. Left with great shame and no other choices, his mother embraced her occupation and became a damn good whore, meaning her only son received quality food and shelter throughout his formative years. Her greatest regret was fact that she did not know who his father truly was, although she hinted that he was a dashing and possibly even Jinn-blooded wanderer who only visited her once, long ago,  in the months before he was born.<br/><br/>Although he was technically Haradee - having been born in the city - his mother raised him to worship her Bedu goddess, Tamarni, the Lady of Fortune, stealth, shadows, and pleasure.<br/><br/>As he grew among the ragged group of other bath brats who performed odd jobs around the bath house, he received very explicit lessons in the sensual arts from a few of the ladies in service, probably at a younger age than was wise. He might have gone into the trade of pleasure himself, had the bath house's indulgent owner not passed into the next world and the house (all slaves included) was claimed by a violent and ambitious merchant who had no use for the misbegotten male children of his hard-working female property. It was arranged for the boys to be sold to a slaver who collected fodder for the metal mines in the west. When his mother objected, she was beaten. When Shamshir leaped into the fray to defend her, his impulsive act only enraged the new owner. He put a knife through the unruly slave woman to serve as a warning to the others and whipped her worthless spawn within an inch of his life before tossing him into an alleyway to die.<br/><br/>Shamshir's broken body was scraped off the street by a hefty bearded woman... and that was how he joined the Carnival of the Sands.<br/><br/>The following years were filled with travel and seeing the foulest parts of the finest cities along the northern trade route. He learned the practical arts of music, knife throwing, and lying through his straight white teeth. When the troupe's meandering tour swung back through the City of Mazes, he decided it was time to part company and focus on the fulfillment of the black dream he'd held close - his dream of revenge upon the cruel and now politically influential bath house owner.<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>A cat's paw charm crafted of leather and a tiger's claw on a braided thong around his throat (never removed), a practical knife, a sling wrapped around his wrist like an easily-overlooked bracelet, two throwing daggers (in hidden sheaths on his vest), a water/wineskin, a set of lockpicking tools hidden in his boots, the clothes on his back, a chip on his shoulder and resentment of authority figures.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bonus images</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://41.media.tumblr.com/8395b136b610a8e63c06c363f4dd1d71/tumblr_nkdwi6047l1rifstjo3_540.jpg)  (https://40.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_meinouBOmH1qeyhwio1_500.png)  (https://40.media.tumblr.com/430f53c3a8244b97aac544bd0180ad49/tumblr_nkdwi6047l1rifstjo2_250.jpg)  (https://40.media.tumblr.com/c5d0c6b5925dc823e9f3bfb4935fc2b0/tumblr_nkdwi6047l1rifstjo1_250.jpg)  (https://41.media.tumblr.com/55762e6e6ad508b943d6c929688da22e/tumblr_mpugglOBj71qeyhwio1_250.png)  (https://40.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lum543aFGv1qjx83oo1_1280.jpg)  (https://41.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0qmigwxuJ1r9xv31o1_1280.jpg)<br/>(Faceclaim: Kunal Kapoor)</div></div>