Bastard born to a human of low circumstance, Mitharen knows little of his heritage. His father was a djinn, and his mother a naive young woman on a trading caravan. After bearing him, she was sent away by her parents to live with relatives in a far city. The distance should have saved her some small amount of scorn and embarrassment, but it did little good for Mitharen himself. He stayed with his grandparents, who provided food and shelter but were never able to pretend any love for an outlander child.
When he came of age, he simply left his old life behind. As he drifted, he became inured to the suspicion and even outright hostility displayed towards him by the inhabitants of human settlements. He settled into the night, relying on his deft hands, quick feet, and agile wit to survive. A few years in each place was enough time to teach him over and over again that he stood nothing to gain by remaining. Carrying only enough to defend himself, he would move to the next city.
Now, nearly seventy years since the date of his birth, his family is only a distant memory. He has nothing to tie him down, but he’s tired of moving. He wants to play a part in something larger than himself, and he’s willing to take some risks to make that happen.
