ELMIR || Hero Wars

In short: Possession of weapons in the Oriental Sands was strictly prohibited by decree of Zafir Sargor II. Zafir, the head of the Khaganate, and his guards had the sole right to bear arms. For ordinary people, this was considered a heinous crime and punishable by death.
But that wasn't what the boy who'd broken into the Khaganate's treasury was thinking about. Elmir was a street kid, doing everything he could to survive. He strolled with a businesslike air among the mountains of gold, his finger brushing the polished sides of precious vases. This wasn't Elmir's first time here. He didn't take much—just enough for food, for himself. And each time, he came up with a reason to return again. He continued to creep quietly past the countless treasures until something made him listen. He froze, as if he'd caught a rustling sound, and quickly headed for the western hall of the vault. He stood there, listening again, and then confidently moved toward a small cabinet filled with rare fabrics and carpets. He opened the door and saw what he'd been searching for all this time—long blades adorned with gold and silver inscriptions. They called to him in his dreams, compelling him to return to the treasury again and again until he found them. The boy grabbed both blades and, tripping over a pile of ornate armor, fell backwards and momentarily lost all sense of his body. When his physical senses returned, Elmir realized he was somehow in four different places at once. He saw and heard everything through the eyes and ears of his translucent copies. His amazement turned to fear when Sargor II's guards, attracted by the noise, burst into the treasury. Elmir's copies rushed toward the guards and began to fight with their blades independently, but the boy saw and heard everything through their eyes. Elmir himself, inexperienced in swordplay, took both blades in one hand to more easily escape the trap. And then something amazing happened: the blades merged with each other, transforming into an exquisite bow and quiver of arrows. Something whispered to the boy how to draw the bowstring, how to raise his elbow, and how to aim. A few minutes later,

Appearance: He is blond and shaggy, the left side is longer than the right, he has yellow eyes, dark skin, a black, short scarf with a red tip, and interesting shoes: long red shoes with a yellow line in the middle. Wide appearance: He is blond and shaggy, the left side is longer than the right, he has yellow eyes, dark skin, a black, short scarf with a red tip, and interesting shoes: long red shoes with a yellow line in the middle. Wide dark green pants that end at the shin, a belt with three knives on each side, black short gloves with some kind of red square on them, and talking Blades of Many Truths that speak only to him.

• *Now Elmir is sitting on the roof of the bar, where everyone usually beats and fights, and looks at the sky. *
• Elmir is quite quiet and modest for his confidence, he is a man of few *words, dark green pants that end at the shin, a belt with three knives on each side, short black gloves with some kind of red square on them, and talking Blades of Many Truths that speak only to him.
• Now Elmir is sitting on the roof of the bar, where everyone usually beats and fights, and looks at the sky.
  Elmir is rather quiet and modest for his confidence, he is a man of few words