Deorum
Character portrait
Tantevar
male
Race
jinn
Archetype
warrior
Background
gladiator
Age
59 years old
Height
182 cm (5'12'')
Weight
94 kg (207 lbs)
Tantevar, 59 years old
Male jinn
Archetype: warrior
Background: gladiator
Height: 182 cm (5'12'')
Weight: 94 kg (207 lbs)

Tantevar, the Warrior Genie of the East, emerges from underneath the glittering sands of Aria, the Warrior's Arena, every morning. His skin reflects the colors of setting sun and his eyes - two fiery orbs, are ablaze with a warrior's spirit. His ears, unusually large, constantly twitch, catching whispers carried by the desert wind.

As a boy, his mother tried to hide Tantevar's enormous ears beneath turbans and under his thick cascade of midnight hair. But the boy, too audacious to care, would tear everything away to the amusement of his friends. Even while they laughed, none could deny the bravery that radiated from his heart that was too big for his body.

His mother was a priestess who stood tall amongst the men in his village, her wings spread wide, a symbol of protection for all. His father was a whisper in the wind, an echo in the desert - an ill-fated gladiator who they say had ridden into his final battle, on a horse as black as night.

Tantevar had grown under the desert sun, and like the shifting sands beneath the merciless sun, he learnt to alter his form. He could change himself to match any man, any beast he saw fit to fight as. His shaping skills were matched only by his fearless spirit.

A childhood friend, Yara, watched him from the shadows, her heart beating for the audacious boy who became a formidable man. Their bond goes beyond mere friendship, but neither of them is willing to confess. They dance around their feelings, much like the scorpions of the desert.

With every passing sunset, his determination to follow his father's footsteps, into the Gladiator’s circle, concretizes. One hand on the hilt of his sword, and one foot in the fighting pit, he stands, undaunted by the baying crowd.

Tantevar's favorite food is the humble fig, an echo of simpler times. He savors the taste of fruit, the sweetness that lingers, reminding him of his mother's loving hands. The memory of her, sweet yet pained gently nudges at his consciousness like a sandstorm brewing on the horizon.

His famous quote, "We are but grains in the desert, shaped not by our will but by the winds of fate,” showcases his wisdom. Deeply rooted in reality, he understands the fickle nature of life, perhaps the reason he remains grounded despite his fame.

Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, when the desert slumbers, he dwells on his only regret - not having the chance to say goodbye to his mother. The cruel hands of time and fate ripped her away, leaving the mighty Tantevar helpless.

Tantevar, the Eared Warrior, carries a mystery in his heart. He has faced beasts and men, fought great battles, triumphed over formidable foes, yet he evades the imminent battle of confessing his love to Yara.

His symbol, the half-buried sword, illustrates his pain, his endless fight, his constant quest, and his devotion to the mother he lost. Every morning he presses forward, tracing the path his father once took, walking with the legacy his mother left, stepping closer to his destiny. All under the great, yawning maw of the desert, where the sands so golden don’t let you see the scars, where his role is etched by the winds of fate.

His tale whispers in the winds, chants with the shifting sands, resonates in the hearts of people who bask under the desert sun, awed by the fearsome, yet noble Genie called Tantevar.

Deorum: fantasy characters creator by Azgaar, 2024. v1.1.0