A big man with a big gut, Shadir is in his late fourties. He often wears dark glasses or shades, and dresses in expanisive and garish clothing more suited to comfort than fashion. He has a big belly, a full beard, and a broad smile.

Around his wrist can be seen a few various wizard guild marks, some identifaiable as rivals, but if asked about it, he tends to shrug things off. He's not a strong man or a weak one and has a fondness for tea and coffee, instead of alcohol, claming the drinks go quickly to his head.  

Undressed, he has a large hair gut, that hangs over an equaly large and hairy members. Tatoos line his skin, some seemingly from a few pirate crews. He also tends to wave those off as "Youthful Hijinks."

Shadir has come to Sinfar for reasons he's not quite sure of, but will most certainlly involve food, drinks and debauchery.


Name Shadir,
Age: 40.
Race: Human.
Class: Illusionist.
Profession; Confidence Man, Consulting Mage for Hire.
Sex: M.
Role: Domish.


Reds: Scat, Herms, Emisis, Necro, Gore (unless) Macro body parts. (I prefer average body types instead of giant buts and boobs.)

Yellows: Men. (Very unlikely but has happened before.) Urine. (If it's a healthy color. Otherwise see a doctor.)

Greens: Stories that have a begining, middle, and a goal. Rape, incest, twisty court intruges, back alley deals, being an unreliable-reliable ally.

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