Caste: Merchant
Name: Chi’ki
Alias: Swiftwind
Height: 5 foot 5 hort (68.75 inches)
Hair: long black
Build: Medium

He is a merchant, at least that’s the politest thing to call him.
Others have been known to call him swindler, thief, bandit, smuggler, and a fine piece of ass.
(Please note that heavy drinking and a tarn were involved with the last name.)
All in all he is a decent guy as long as coin is not involved.
Once coin becomes involved he tends to have the morals of a starving sleen surrounded by meat. Buyer beware are his moto.
He is an excellent swordsman and quite the skilled Tarn and Kaiila rider.


Player prefers P4P and keeps drama at arm distance. I’m here to have fun, any attempt to be a rude ass will get you ignored.




Is born of Tur’ke, a merchant of the Char tribe and some what of a scoundrel. His mothers name is not spoken. Some say she had power over the sands, but that is nonsense. She was a woman, and free as the wind. What is known is that she left her home for some reason. Tur told others she was of the beautician caste. He sold her skills often with amazing results and great profit. They say amoung the sands that she bore him but one child because she became lonely. Tur used her like anything he owned and ignored her the rest of the time. She was right, she became important to him once she told him she was with child then he celebrated for 10 days. Her joy would not last. The child grew inside her and was born in the ways children are born, but that night she had a terrible dream that the child would one day slay her and the man she loved. She tried all she could to raise him with a strong sense of honor and often whispered the stories of her people. In hopes of averting her fate and the man she loved.
She failed. He took after his father. Becoming every bit the slimy merchant he was. Tur was proud beyond words at his son. When his companion finally told him of her dream he beat her and told her to never speak ill of his son. That night He tied her naked to a rock and let many of the tribe use her before slapping a collar on her and declaring her his property in every way. Perhaps his undoing was teaching his son everything he knew.
Chi’ki Loved his mother as much as his father. To see her treated this way was unthinkable. As he was taught he put a soft smile on and nodded when he was told his mother was a slave. Tur had told Chi’ki often that a slave was less than a pack animal. They were not people but beasts. He was abusive and cruel for simply the sake of his own amusement. He had his mother slave raped often and sometimes him front of Chi’ki, boasting of her insignificance. Chi would smile and nod not knowing that those looks are what broke her heart. He sold her one day when he grew tired of her. It took many months but he finally bought a new slave and had his way with her. That in it’s self was not wrong, but he was cruel beyond words and the slave died after her first night. Tur had a great deal of coin and she was worth nothing to him so it did not matter. The difference was Chi had enough. He broke the oldest law of the sands… he slew his father. They say he did not just slay him. But that he cut him so that he was no longer a man, then left him to bleed to death tired to a stone he had once tied his companion to. He died alone and without dignity. From that point forward the Char tribe hunted the youth. Some say he used the sands and the winds to hide his trail, others call him lucky. This is the story they have told in the Tahari for over 40 years.
What they do not know is that he hunted his mother down. It took him a moon but when he found her she was dead. Not in body, but in soul. She was just a slave then and would never be his mother. That night his fulfilled a dream. He ended the life of his mother with mercy on his mind and hate in his heart. He had slain both his parents and became a plague upon the tribe of Char. He joined up with bandits and raided with brutality. His caste contacts he had made with his father helped him fence the many things they stole. Many called him Swift as the wind so when he left the desert after raiding for many years he called himself Swiftwind, his bandit name.
From there he used his wealth and contacts to go where he wished making coin everywhere he went. He had perfected the art of trickery and stealth, knew how to ride a Tarn and Kaiila like breathing, and was said to be wicked with a bow, saber, and scimitar. Now all his traveling has brought him to the plains of the blood people. The question is simply when will he move on. His only answer is “when the winds blow.”