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Hello! My name is Dani Mau
Some people like to call me The Bright Flame
I am 29 years old, and I am Male
I am 6' tall
I identify as gay
I am a Fire Genasi Desert Storm Herald Barbarian
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Personality
- It's not easy to work with someone like Dani. A recovering addict with PTSD and childhood issues like no other, he's a major work in progress. However, he's trying his best to work past his issues to allow people back into his life. His humor is relatively dry and morbid, but there's a gentleness inside him waiting to erupt.
Powers and Abilities
- Genasi Magic: Born with innate djinn capabilities, Dani is the human evolved from fire. with fire for hair, he clearly is unlike many others. He is immune to fire and heat damage and can actually swim in lava. He can go weeks without water if he needs to, but he cannot swim in water without harming himself.
Desert Storm Herald Barbarian: Like all barbarians, within Dani he has an innate ability to rage in combat. Unlike other barbarians, he can fight using the powers of the desert imbued within him. He can call forth sand storms and brave the harshest of hot environments.
Items
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The History
- The small desert village of Jinoch was considered just as dangerous of a place as any of its far off neighbors. Nestled in the Great Desert of Meri southern rocky mountains known infamously as The Sword, Jinoch was just one of several trading route stops on the way to the City of Shade--the capitol of Meri known only to its residents. In addition, it was a small supplier of myrrh that many merchants would buy at a lower price for the sake of its proximity. Few actually lived in the small village, save the Bedine tribe of Mau. Like other Bedine, magic was considered almost taboo, in spite of the fact that their oasis was magically created and in need of maintenance once every twelve years lest it dry up. It was due to this that the Mau had always remained close allies to their neighboring Bedine village consisting of the Ka’ar tribe, the only tribe allowed by the Bedine elders to practice magic for the sake of desert survival. For the Mau tribe, the treacherous desert was a home that they were proud to claim as their own. It was a mundane sandy village that scarcely met new challenges.
One thing none expected was an eruption of fire magic from an inner elemental plane to burst in the center of Jinoch. Kassam Mau, the sheikh of the village with a strong fear and hatred for magic, requested his tribe be allowed to evacuate the now magically imbued land. He was surprised to be met with his fellow neighbors up in arms against him, the Bedine elders forcing the villagers to remain quarantined to their land lest they desire to possibly contaminate the rest of the desert. The trade route was quickly shifted away from Jinoch, leaving its citizens to their own possible demise. Any attempts of fleeing in any direction was met with a swift kill. For two years, the villagers of Jinoch were left to their own quiet world.
What changed shortly after was a marriage proposal from Yamal Ka’ar, daughter of the Ka’ar sheikh and childhood friend of Kassam. Yamal wanted to attempt a fusion of both tribes to ail the newfound suffering off the Mau clan and possibly allow them to return to their position on the trade route. Since the Ka’ar tribe is the only one allowed to practice magic, and the Mau’s live on magical land, a marriage between the two tribes would lead to the quarantine being revoked. A marriage ensued, and trade between the two tribes were allowed yet again, though strict limitations were still placed on Jinoch. Nonetheless, it was a happy union, and with a child on the way, less challenges were expected for the Mau.
One thing none expected was a child born with ashen gray skin, flaring red eyes, and a production of flames on his head. Yamal died in labor, leaving the confused Kassam to process what had occurred. The Bedine elders quickly identified the child as a fire genasi, only possible with Kassam’s fire-imbued blood caused from the elemental rupture. The quarantine was reinstated, the now grief-stricken Ka’ar sheikh to curse the people of Jinoch.
“Die off in the sand dunes quietly, or else we’ll do it for you.”
Kassam had contemplated killing his newborn child on more than one occasion. On one hand, it was a magical being that had no place in the world that caused immense suffering to his people. On the other hand, sometimes it would open its eyes and show the same glimmer of innocent helplessness Yamal would always carry with herself. After heavy consideration, Kassam decided to keep the child and name him Dani--the Midani word for helpless. Most all in the village despised the child and feared bearing their own, believing mothers would perish just like Yamal and monsters like Dani would be born. This marked the fire genasi to be the last of the Mau tribe.
Raised with no other children in the vicinity and a tough father, Dani spent his childhood in an emotionally undeveloped environment. From the moment he could grasp and understand situations, Dani knew that he was the reason for his village’s suffering. With the curse of simply existing, the youth spent most of his time accepting ridicule and physical punishment from those around him as a purpose for existence. He was born a curse, so existing as a physical form of abusing the said curse made sense in the eyes of a child. When with his father, the boy would train rigorously, using his unknown strength to his advantage. Being the son of the sheikh made him the next heir, and many obstacles were going to be in his way before he could ever truly be accepted by his people.
One thing none expected was to consider how to revive the now-dying oasis. The twelve year spell cast on the artificial oasis had finally met its expiration date, leaving the constantly decreasing population of Jinoch to suffer even moreso. Scavenging for water has always been a difficult process, involving digging several hours just to obtain enough water for two. At this point, the blame on Dani was put even more so, but the child had his own plans.
Stealing a map and small rations, Dani travelled in the night to visit the Ka’ar, his mother’s old home. He was met with a familiar string of violence and prejudice, adding an unknown flare of fear from some. Beaten and taken before the sheikh, Dani showed helplessness inside of himself that the Ka’ar leader was all too familiar with. Instead of killing the boy on sight, he was heard.
The pleas for water were understood, but a plan was being formed in the mind of the vengeful sheikh. The Mau must be dealt with, and his daughter’s death should not go unjust. The next day, Dani returned to Jinoch with a wizard in tow. Under a secret mission, the wizard had used a new, unknown spell to revive the oasis and departed. For the day, the Mau celebrated Dani’s honorable actions, not putting much foresight into the situation as their dehydration had gotten the better of them. All but Kassam drank from the oasis that, night.
One thing none expected was for Dani and Kassam to wake up the next day to see the rest of the villagers dead, presumably poisoned by the oasis. A silent rage filled between father and son; father for not expecting such a ploy, son for feeling hopeless. The day was spent silently burying villagers Kassam had known his entire life. Without them, both Mau men felt useless. No one for Kassam to rule, no one to express their rage at Dani. After everyone was buried, Kassam sat down his son to have the only conversation as a father and son they ever had.
“I should have never let you live, but you lived. The villager had always beaten you down, but you always got back up. The poison you drank last night should have killed you like the others, but here you stand. I know not your purpose in life, but I know now that you have one. Son, my purpose was to these people, but now that they are gone, I have none. Perhaps, your purpose is our vengeance. No matter, it is my job as the sheikh to die with my people. You, however, are not my people, so you may leave. Leave, and never return.”
That night, Kassam consumed the very water that killed his people and passed in his sleep. Dani remained awake, watching until his father breathed his last breath. The moment the life left his body, a flame grew within Dani, one of unbridled and unconquerable rage. Into the dawn, Dani traveled relentlessly to face the Ka’ar sheikh, blindly attacking all in his way. Upon facing the Ka’ar sheikh, Dani attacked the man with his own flaming fists until his charred face stopped screaming.
When his rage-filled quest ended, Dani took west. He was now seen as an outlaw in the desert, and staying any longer would be a death wish. Compared to his intentful rage against the man who killed his village, Dani was now full of an unbridled and unstable anger that could not be quenched. His journeys sent him to place lacking civilization, but any in his way would not leave unscathed.
After a year of evading others, Dani found himself captured by a party of firbolg and elves who had been guarding a mall and secretive community hidden deep within The High Forest. Yet again, Dani was helpless in his own situation.
Expecting a swift death, it was out of nowhere that a firbolg in the party had asked for mercy in his stead. After contemplation, the fire genasi was placed under the watchful eyes of Hostarnias, the village diplomat and chicken farmer. Still being a young child full of untamed rage, however, most days involved Dani butting heads with the ever-so-patient druid. Whatever Dani destroyed with fire, Hostarnias repaired with his druidic powers. Trust became mutual after Dani was taught by Hostarnias that being a fire genasi is not a curse. The druid taught Dani all about his own identity, giving him a true understanding finally to his existence.
With nowhere else to go, the boy remained in the village, being the rare exception to a reclusive society yet again. Being an outlander, he helped the village of Vennbror forage in a unique way. While most remained way of his destructive tendencies, it was still the first time Dani finally understood what a true community felt like.
In five years time, Hostarnias would be married to the village seamstress Jossin, and in three years time, a father of two. Calon and Baron grew up to be adventurous children, Calon wanting to explore the entire forest and befriend every animal, Baron wanting to become a diplomat just like his father. In spite of becoming a true family man, Hostarnias still saw Dani as family, calling him his little brother.
When Dani was 25 and Hostarnias’ daughter was no older than 8, the diplomat found himself being called before the tribe elders to accomplish a confidential mission. Before leaving, Hostarnias gave soft words to all in his family, including Dani.
“I promise, no matter what, I will return in a year’s time. Nothing can keep me from those I love the most.”
He broke his promise.
When his year was up, the elders of Vennbror revoked Hostarnias’ title as a diplomat, and with him also went Dani’s only justification to remain in the village. Before he could leave in peace, Jossin had made a promise with the elders to find her husband. She, along with her children, left with Dani to return Hostarnias to his home.
Being a mere seamstress, Jossin was not a strong survivalist, and she died while following her husband’s tracks up North. Dani was left to care for two small children now, and feeling it a mistake to care for them, attempted to send them back home. Before they could return, however, one little slip-up with a cloud giant saw to their immediate demise.
Dani has found himself helpless to stop anything. His journey to find Hostarnias found its abrupt end in the jungles of Mazu Island, where he learned Hostarnias was sent on a diplomatic mission to save the relationships between giants and their less esteemed firbolg brethren. It was a noble mission that never succeeded due to Hostarnias' imprisonment in a different realm. The journey led to nowhere and accomplished nothing but the death of what little family Dani had. He decided to never return to his old home, instead finding his way into the nation of Maldria, working as a mercenary inside Dragon Castle. He developed a drinking problem in his time in the big city, but with the new year, he is attempting to curb his bad habits.
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- Merrily Mari
