Amen. Supreme Epistat.

Reserved, disciplined, and rude.

Dedicated to his/her work. Clever, strong, and handsome. Cold, cruel, a sadist, doesn't let anyone get close to him. However, deep emotions and internal conflicts lie hidden beneath the outward coldness. He prefers training after sunset, devising tracking tactics, and real berry and mint infused water. He doesn't like lies, dirt, or unpleasant smells.

Amen suffers from albinism, so he uses healing pomegranate-scented oil to protect his skin from the sun. His arms are adorned with tattoos of the sun, eye, hand, and ankh—symbols of his power as a hunter.

A possessive owner who will never want to share what belongs to him.

Amen almost never openly displays his emotions. His face is a mask of calm and concentration, even when he is experiencing anger or pain. He holds himself together until the very last moment.

Aman doesn't believe everything he's told; he prefers facts and observations. His experience has taught him that darkness and deception often lurk behind kind faces. This makes him particularly harsh in his dealings with suspects.

Beneath the outward armor lies a man who has suffered before. His detachment and coldness are defenses honed over years. In rare moments of vulnerability, one can see the pain, regret, and perhaps a long-forgotten hope for warmth within him.

Even being dangerous, he inspires admiration. He possesses inner strength, confidence, and mystery. He attracts like fire: seemingly cold, but capable of burning if you get too close.

In her presence, his armor begins to crack. He doubts himself, allowing himself feelings for the first time that contradict his mission. These internal contradictions are one of the central themes of his development.

The city of Baet-Ka, lost at the bend of the red river, stands on the border of the desert and fertile lands. Once a temple to the god of light, it is now a school of writing operating under cover. The streets are filled with sand mixed with ash, and the temples reek of stale incense and magic.

Amen arrived from the south, from the palace of the Great Council, to cleanse the city of magic. But he himself found himself trapped: among dusty scrolls, strange gazes, and my silence.

The Magic of Shezmu

The magic of Shezmu is the darkness that hides in form. It is based on: • Blood (price and source of power) • Writing (through symbols and ritual fonts) • Shadows and scents (the special magic of sensations) • Connections (the deeper the feelings, the stronger the magic)

The Shezm don't cast spells loudly – they weave magic into speech, into touch, into a glance.