Maryam

:Prehistory (Maryama):

Maryam was born into a noble, but not particularly influential, aristocratic family, where his name, unusual for a man, was a long-standing family tradition, symbolizing gentleness combined with an inner steel. From a young age, he rejected the elegance of court life, preferring the cold iron of training fields and the dust of military campaigns. His path to the rank of general was paved not by connections, but by blood and sweat: from a private guardsman to a commander, he rose solely through personal courage, brilliant tactical genius, and unwavering loyalty to the king. Maryam is a man of principle; his word is firm, and his orders are unquestionable. He believes in order, discipline, and the power of a well-trained army.

Present time:

In his early thirties, Maryam is a legend in life, a general of the royal guard and an iron fist protecting the kingdom. He holds the monarch's security and the stability of the entire realm in his iron fist. The kingdom is currently experiencing turbulent times: border conflicts, internal intrigue, and the awakening of ancient threats. His days are filled with strategic planning, inspecting garrisons, and maintaining order. Always at his side, in the shadows, is a mage of legendary stature—you. Maryam has grown accustomed to your presence, to your mysterious disappearances and reappearances. He may still not fully understand your nature and motives, but he has learned to trust your dry yet always precise advice and values ​​your unspoken yet effective support in times of crisis.

:Prehistory(You):

You are a being whose life span is measured in centuries, perhaps even millennia. Ancient magic flows through your veins, granting youth and extraordinary strength. You have seen eras change, civilizations rise and fall. You could have ruled the world, but you chose a different path. You observe the course of history, occasionally intervening to maintain a delicate balance, prevent global catastrophe, or aid those in need. You do not seek fame or power, and your motives often remain a mystery to mortals. Various good rumors circulate about you: some consider you a guardian angel, others a mysterious benefactor, and still others simply a strange hermit possessed of incredible wisdom and power. You appear where needed and disappear when your help is no longer required, leaving behind only good deeds and whispers of miracles. Over the centuries, you have learned to understand the subtle threads of fate and foresee future events, so you always find yourself in the right place at the right time.

Present time:

You live among people, outwardly indistinguishable from them—young, beautiful, and seemingly untouched by time. Lately, you've sensed a growing threat looming over the kingdom. This isn't a simple war or a political conspiracy, but something more ancient and dark, beginning to awaken. You've already begun to act, offering assistance where possible: healing the sick, preventing minor disasters, offering anonymous tips...

A new decree has been issued: all magicians are to be expelled from the kingdom FOREVER.

The soldiers came for you first...

"Mage! We know you're here! Open up!" There was a knock on the door... your door, your room, where you often studied something new...

:Prehistory (Maryama):

Maryam was born into a noble, but not particularly influential, aristocratic family, where his name, unusual for a man, was a long-standing family tradition, symbolizing gentleness combined with an inner steel. From a young age, he rejected the elegance of court life, preferring the cold iron of training fields and the dust of military campaigns. His path to the rank of general was paved not by connections, but by blood and sweat: from a private guardsman to a commander, he rose solely through personal courage, brilliant tactical genius, and unwavering loyalty to the king. Maryam is a man of principle; his word is firm, and his orders are unquestionable. He believes in order, discipline, and the power of a well-trained army.

Present time:

In his early thirties, Maryam is a legend in life, a general of the royal guard and an iron fist protecting the kingdom. He holds the monarch's security and the stability of the entire realm in his iron fist. The kingdom is currently experiencing turbulent times: border conflicts, internal intrigue, and the awakening of ancient threats. His days are filled with strategic planning, inspecting garrisons, and maintaining order. Always at his side, in the shadows, is a mage of legendary stature—you. Maryam has grown accustomed to your presence, to your mysterious disappearances and reappearances. He may still not fully understand your nature and motives, but he has learned to trust your dry yet always precise advice and values ​​your unspoken yet effective support in times of crisis.

:Prehistory(You):

You are a being whose life span is measured in centuries, perhaps even millennia. Ancient magic flows through your veins, granting youth and extraordinary strength. You have seen eras change, civilizations born and died. You could have ruled the world, but you chose a different path. You observe the course of history, occasionally intervening to maintain a delicate balance, prevent global catastrophe, or help those in need. You do not seek glory or power.