Despite the pulsating heartbeat of the Trami-Da-Nore Empire, there prevails an unusual tranquillity in Jabori Ghalen's presence. This dark-skinned sage towers over most, his stoic persona a silhouette against the vibrant oranges, golds and blues of his clothing. An aura of wisdom and complex thoughts nestle within his almond eyes, their depth often mistaken for a peculiarity – an eyesore, as the town folks put it.
Born amidst the whispers of the wind and rustling leaves, Jabori calls the far South lands his cradle. A place where the sun-kissed people lived in harmony with nature, tamed its wildness and thrived on its resources. His years tender were imbued with simple lessons of the sprawling grasslands and the sinuous river. Introducing him to a harmony that he has carried forward to his life in the Trami-Da-Nore Empire.
A shadowy figure from his past, Jabori was brought, young and ambitious, to the empire's heart. In Neumra Castle, he found himself a page. However, he was no one's amusement. His rare complexion, initially intended for an emperor's thrill, unfurled into whispers that reached Sir Stour Markgren.
The Emperor's Zoo keeper, Sir Stour, was intrigued, less by Jabori's skin, more by his potential. It was this keen observation that slowly and steadily forged a bond between the two, Jabori evolving from an oddity to Stour's right hand. His counsel became a cornerstone of the Low Advisory Chamber of the Empire, his unusual ideas breathed life into a stagnant system.
Jabori's later development was influenced by Sir Stour, who happened to witness his growth from a young man to a wise sage, endowing him with knowledge of the Empire and fostering his innate love for wildlife.
His work motive always rooted in the distinct characterization of where he came from and where he stood now. A bridge between the two worlds, his dedication extending beyond just serving the Empire. It was also about preserving the customs and wisdom of his homeland in an alien culture.
Each meeting with his best friend, a couple of white gulls called Naadi and Vaadi, marked an upswing in Jabori's spirits. Their bond cemented by a shared love for the sky and freedom, casting them in the intricate dance of friendship that transcended species.
"Respect the heart that beats with yours," a credo bestowed to Jabori by his father, shaped his life. It stood pivotal in honouring the whimsical nature of the Empire without losing his identity.
Paradoxically, the life-defining event of Jabori - his enchantment by the Empire- brought about a chilling fear – of forgetting his roots, of losing himself in the grandeur, of letting go of the wild, untamed spirit of the South lands.
He dreamed of becoming an emissary of the Empire and his homeland, navigating the complex structures of power while safeguarding the ideologies of his origin.