JASUUR IBN'ALNIL

I against my brothers, I and my brothers against my cousins, I and my brothers and my cousins against the stars.

Before you stands a sullen and thoughtful looking Thukker male, he glances at you furtively. The man has a large amount of ornate jewelry around his neck and fingers and wears a decorative fabric cloak over patterned leather clothing.

He carries a small curved sword with several jewels mounted in the hilt and an archaic long-barelled projectile pistol holstered on his belt. Several other pouches containing tobacco, food and mint tea are hung about his person.

He speaks in a hushed but purposeful tone and walks in proud, composed strides.