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Emissary's submission coming thru! Background:
Live with the nomadic tribes of the desert isn't easy. There's the heat, the scarcity of water, the perils that lurk in the sands. But it's even worse if you aren't a full-blooded nomad. Jaime's father, Harkoon, was a mercenary, a sellsword that ran away from his debts and contracts back on the north. In the Harik tribe he found a place to stay and a job to do that didn't revolt around blood. And he found love and peace. He was a welcomed stranger by their bonfires, but a stranger nonetheless. And this legacy is what Jaime's inherited when his father died by a viper's poison: he was welcomed to travel with the tribe, but as a half-blooded desert-dweller he wasn't considered one of them. Even if he found rest and they taught him how to survive, he found no sense of community apart from his mother, Fatima. It was a rough life, but Jaime Duneharrow loved the sands and their secrets. When the Mad King enslaved him and his people, things changed. They were no tribe anymore, they were all part of the same brotherhood: those who wore the chains. The hate against the masters, the will to survive together... all of this forged bonds that would remain for a thousand years. And when the slaves revolted and the people who wore the chains worked together to free themselves, Jaime found a family and a cause to die for.
Appearance and Personality: Jaime's rough life in the desert has made him a muscled, tanned young man. His mixed heritage shows with the reddish hair and beard his father sported, and her mother's almond eyes. Tall among the desert people, he is agile nonetheless. Having grew wild along the sands, Jaime considers freedom one of the most precious gifts of life, and would rather die for a chance to live only one day free than spend a lifelong time kneeling in chains. A man prone to jokes and the pleasures of life, he knows destiny can snuff your flame anyday and so tries to live life to its fullest.
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