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Description

Tam stands at a middling five foot ten, with a lean, yet muscular frame. His hair is short, wild, and a deep brown, and his eyes are a suprisingly warm grey, often twinkling with amusement. He wears a strange suit of armor, primarily bronze and brown in color, yet he rarely allows it to be seen, instead glamoring himself in whatever suits his fancy at the moment. Most often he can be found in deep blue silk pajamas and matching slippers, with a fuzzy brown bathrobe, a dented top hat, and a cane, a pipe occasionally sticking from his mouth, and rarely, a pair of spectacles.

Personality

Tam is a joker, tending to act light hearted, no matter the situation. He rarely says what he means, or more accurately, people rarely understand him enough to get what he means. He is intelligent, discerning, curious, and mischievious, a combination that gets him into as much trouble as it gets him out of. He always likes to keep things interesting, as if life is just all one big game.

Equipment

-Illusory Armor: He has worn the armor for so long, and changed its appearance so many times, that its very existence is transient, and malleable. It appears however he wishes, unless forced to defend against attack, when its true appearance may shine through for moments. Even its true form is malleable though, capable of shifting to accomplish what is required of it.

-The Hidden Blade: He wears a sword on his hip at all times, but it isn't ever seen, or truly there, unless he draws it. It can never be taken, stolen, or lost, because it doesn't exist until he desires it in his hand. The blade, similar to the armor, is transient and malleable in nature, capable of assuming a number of forms at his wish. He often uses it as a pairing knife, to cut apples with, a walking stick, and a parasol to shade himself.

History

Tam has lead a long and checkered existence, despite his young appearance. He has walked for many miles, and lived for many lifetimes. He has spent the past half century or so, safely hidden within the walls of Feign, peddling tricks to the occasional customer, or merely conjuring up what money he needs, having little care or respect for the law. Few really know him, and fewer know who he is. He hasn't seemed to age in the last fifty years though, so some whispers have spread through the city about him. He is said to be demi-god, or at the very least no longer mortal, yet his power seems to pale in comparison to the mighty demi gods, like Valkarie, and some say he is very old, having lost much of his power, or will to fight, after too long spent on this earth.

Tam's Story