Nazar
Legacy Name: Nazar

Evading the crowd at the bazaar, he takes a sharp turn into one of the smaller, emptier streets and stops there. This place will do as well as any other considering there isn't much time left. The goddamned thing is itching like crazy already...
Practically ripping the pendant resting on his forehead off, he pulls the hood to further cloak his face and clasps his hands with such strength his knuckles turn white. Right in the middle of his forehead, a third eye slowly opens, a black iris with a golden pupil in the center. It's time for another vision.

Images of a vast sea, of a temple built upon the rocks. The vivid smell of salt and sound of waves crashing. The sand being washed away by the water. Wherever this place is, it seems that's where he has to go next and maybe he'll find some answer there. Maybe this is where it'll all finally stop. Maybe soon the time will come when he'll stop cursing the gods, the priests or whoever damned him to this "journey", picked him out to be "the next destined Nazar" and to find something or someone that might not even exist in these times. "Screw you!", he'd shout, "Screw you, I've got a family that needs me, I don't have time for this, I want to see my children grow!". He'd shout so loud even the Moon, the cursed God Moon would surely hear him.
But when the visions come, you can't do anything; scream, shout, cry, whisper. You're just to sit here silently and let them sink in, let them show you the way and follow them to the Great Unknown.

And so he sat, watched the time pass in some unknown place, all for the purpose of finding the Moonchild, the prophesied savior. The few that passed ignored the hunched, cloaked man. The hands frimly clasped in front of his hooded face suggested he was in the middle of a prayer.

* Black haired, dark brown eyes (almost black) with a thick black beard.
* Prefers to stay neutral in any and all events for he has enough trouble on his own. Will try to evade fighting, physical contact and long, unproductive discussions at any cost.
* Has a wife and two kids (a boy and a baby girl) waiting for him back home. Often wonders if he'll ever see them again.
* All this search for a higher cause is slowly diluting his faith in religion and "destiny."
* Always wearing a cloak to shield himself from the desert wind and sand. Dressed in traditional Saherimos garments, with a small bag tied around his waist, containing bits of food for his journey and money he earns by reading palms and predicting future. Dangling on his other side is a ceremonial khopesh.
* Covered in gold jewelry, consisting of but not limited to rings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets and a choker. The numerous objects chime as he walks by.

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