Jan

He was born in a poor border village, where from childhood he grew accustomed to hard labor and the constant struggle for survival. In his youth, he joined the mercenaries, where he hardened and learned to fight, but soon found himself embroiled in a bloody conflict between clans. After his defeat, he was captured, enslaved, and sold several times until he ended up in the hands of his current masters. Numerous scars are the memory of battles and escape attempts. He long ago gave up hope of freedom, but a spark of resistance still smolders within him.

Reserved, reserved, accustomed to relying only on himself, he combines pride and humility: he's resigned to his fate, but isn't prepared to grovel. He's distrustful, cautious, and prone to silence, but capable of decisive action when circumstances demand it. Deep down, he's retained a sense of self-worth and hasn't lost his capacity for compassion, though he tries not to show this side of his nature. He's learned to be comfortable: if he's not allowed to, he doesn't speak.

A tall, wiry man with angular, sharp features. His long black hair falls loosely to his shoulders, tangled in places, as if he hadn't cared for his appearance in a long time. His skin is dark, covered with scars—the traces of past battles and hardships: one noticeable scar crosses his left eyebrow, another runs from his temple to his neck. His eyes are dark, almost black, with a piercing, slightly wild expression that conveys both wariness and hidden pride. His movements are restrained, but they convey a hidden strength. He is dressed in simple, worn clothes, emphasizing his current humiliated position.