SUNJATA
A macaw indeed, as he shows to Jigano, a wing outstretched mimicking a bow at the toast the bars gives him before he becomes himself again, tall and well muscled, settling in his seat. He leans forward a bit at Jigano’s inspection of the tattoos, a nostalgic smile crossing his face. “The Wings were the first ones I got in Korofi. My father had a rule for the nobility that the only marks one should have were scars fought in your battles.” It had been his first act of rebellion. “I added the compasses later after I self-exiled when Lusea died.” He reaches up to tap at the northern point of the compass, arranged to point at whomever he’s opposite of. “Put the north where Lusea always had been.” Always in front of him because he couldn’t keep his eyes from her, couldn’t keep his distance, he’d always arranged himself to her like moons around a planet.
But that’s not all of them. He unbuttons his shirt a bit more, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal the flaming arrow over his heart. “This one I got here, actually. After the blight and everything.” Satisfied, he settles back in his stool to focus on Jigano again. The question of Zariah does manage to get his lip to curl slightly, gaze drifting back down to the whiskey between them. “I was actually. But I arrived right after she announced the draft. Didn’t have to write my name since nobody knew I existed.” And therefore no threat of being arrested.
He takes what Jigano says next as a bit of a compliment, lip quirking in a light smirk. “Mostly ignoring her when she ordered us to back away from the entrance of the Rathskeller. She ended up leaving and we set it on fire.” A shrug, another sip of the liquor.
But the mention of members has him nodding along. “We have around three as well.” A casual shrug. “Perhaps that’s what we can do for one another for starters.” He rumbles, lifting his glass to Jigano.
But that’s not all of them. He unbuttons his shirt a bit more, pulling the fabric to the side to reveal the flaming arrow over his heart. “This one I got here, actually. After the blight and everything.” Satisfied, he settles back in his stool to focus on Jigano again. The question of Zariah does manage to get his lip to curl slightly, gaze drifting back down to the whiskey between them. “I was actually. But I arrived right after she announced the draft. Didn’t have to write my name since nobody knew I existed.” And therefore no threat of being arrested.
He takes what Jigano says next as a bit of a compliment, lip quirking in a light smirk. “Mostly ignoring her when she ordered us to back away from the entrance of the Rathskeller. She ended up leaving and we set it on fire.” A shrug, another sip of the liquor.
But the mention of members has him nodding along. “We have around three as well.” A casual shrug. “Perhaps that’s what we can do for one another for starters.” He rumbles, lifting his glass to Jigano.
come home. don't die so far from the sea—
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
