Ithobaal

This man holds an energy in his composition that goes beyond merely being in his youth. His muscle is sinewy and efficient, joining his movement in effortless ease and support. His brows, as dark as the night black sweep of his hair, are thick over his richly brown eyes.

Having grown up as the only son to a mother who became a widow shortly after his birth in Min Nome necessitated Ithobaal's learning and training in the art of combat and survival.

...And given recent events of markedly increased aggression, he sees that there is no other way to deal with external threats besides war.

Nearly every moment of Ithobaal's breathing, even when he sleeps, involves fighting. He desires the best weapons, the best armors, the best pack and combat animals, all for the strict purpose of defending the land he was raised in and loves fiercely.

This has led to the few moments every day where his hands are not actively sparring, fighting, or grabbing the reins of his mount being used for the pursuit of making his own arms and armors. He's not exceptionally good yet, but he keeps trying even still.

Ithobaal loves a good fight and almost yearns for it as if it's an essential element of his being. He is not interested in most fancy things, or in creature comforts, unless they can enhance his combat capabilities.

No notable traits have been set.