Golden-skinned, with crimson patterns criss-crossing his face and body, and a crimson halo. Tends to keep his face covered in population centres as he is aware people can be suspicious of half-elementals.
Sha-karn grew up in a hidden genasi enclave of the Bay of Maray, quietly honouring the primordials and learning how to manipulate the elements. He might have lived his whole life there, having nothing to do with the outside world, but ten years ago templars from Raam discovered the enclave and massacred the inhabitants. Sha-karn and a handful of others fled south into the waste. Their volatile nature and the pressures of their precarious existence, meant the group eventually fractured and went their separate ways, but not before swearing vengeance on Abalach-Re.
Since then Sha-karn has lived the life of a wandering mystic, communing with the spirits, but frustrated at his impotence in the face of the all-powerful sorcerer-kings, not to mention racked with guilt that he did not stay to defend his folk. In his travels he has seen many strange things and relics of the old world but scorns to share his experiences with any not of his kind. He has been drawn to Tyr by a dream-vision of the Crown of Dust and the bone-citadel Slither, and seeks to finds some peace of mind in a quest against a defiling wizard.
