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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

"Oh, sorry ma'am, wasnt told someone lived here" *Omo tries to hold his runnaway iggers from the hag and slowly sits trying to be friendly while not letting his vision miss the hag* "What a pleasant surprise i must say, but what about me? it's hard for people to expect me, im not for long anywhere." *Tries to sit comfortably eager for telling an adventure story, setting the pace of a common afternoon tea* "Came as far as the south can go, the southest of it, for all the places i'v been was all fun and..." *For a momment stops as remembering and finishes dryly before continueing joyfully* "Friendly. I've been through enormous caves, found great treasures!" *starts to become little by little more dispirited on the matter* "Sadly, i have nothing else more now, my good'ol crew threw me here expecting i would be alone, it's a delight to see a beautiful madam like yourself instead. Actually... Woudlnt you have any boat around?" *smiles expectantly*



More on Backstory:
Omo's father, Owale, lived near the ocean on a riverside tribe, mostly living on his fishing arts and still alone beside it's age. When Omo's mother came, it was a rush of love and passion, as Owale saw her leaving a boat on his shores and coming directly at him, it was a week that almost felt like an hallucination but his heart could never tell anything else than truth. He never knew her name, as she just vanished on the seventh day leaving nothing behind. Owale hated himself as there was anything wrong with him for him to not deserve it's love, for long he almost seen to end, till a baby got stuck on his fishing nets, on oposite side of the river flow. Owale found it to be his womans baby, and himself, and was full with a sense of responsability that he needed to honor his newly met family. Named as "The child of the woman of seas" Omo Yemuja grew without a mom, with a father that sometimes pushed too hard taking on both of them because of the missing woman of it's passion, and a tribe that was a lot skeptical about his sudden appearance, beyond that he lived good, good enough to survive, not able to do more than help his father fish for them to not starve, and not having many friends.

Omo grew making his own friends, or followers, making adventures where he wasnt supposed to be, and stealing some beautiful carpets to try to make his father happy and be more like a father that the other kids had. Instead he always were received with rage by it's indolence and always felt a little out of there. When a rumor that a suspicious sensual woman was passing through the port looking for someone, Owale was happy but so sad about all the time that passed that couldnt really bother to have any expectative, but seeing his father like this, Omo got a little boat, some of the teens that adored his adventures and whent to the port the fast they could, following the river flow to gain speed to the seas. Getting there he found the woman, and the woman greeted him and his brothers onto her ship, till it took offshore, and the kids saw it was too late to recognize, it wasnt his mother.

Growing with pirates and little to no people to trust, the point of everyday was to enjoy it as your last, tried to learn everything he could with everyone aboard and make peace with being away from his father because it was an adventure afterall, and someday he could even met his mother on the seas. The marineers on the ship used the kids as cadets, as was with everyone on that boat, making use of the honor of family amongs the Southeron to create a family with missing children that would never try to take the ship for them, a ritual for obeyed pirates, still, Omo wasnt a common southeron, maybe not even a fully true one, any wasnt taught about family since never had a family or a loving tribe, and this made him special on that ship, with a mind of it's own, and when the captain died of old age, it was their ship to command.

Sadly that wasnt what the kids that came with him was thinking about, when knowing Omo was trying to go further and explore new lands, making use of the tripulation confusion, they got the ship for themselves, saying to everyone Omo's story and how he wasnt worthy of it's place since he never knew real family. Took it and left him on his so desired new lands, later known as Nor'Asath neighborhood, there he used what he learned on his trips on the ship, built a settlement, found ponds of drinkable water, and tried to respect the nature by killing only what is needed to survive, avoiding any conflict with territorial animals. Some weeks later exploring trying to find people, he found someone like him, or kinda, with pointy ears and a different dark tone of skin, he met his first dark elf, drumming and reciting for the spirits of the forest, it kinda looked like his own culture worshipers, so he tried to met him and after some misinterpretations got into him, like Omo was so good to get to everyone, and with that started his whole new story on Aevos, and newly met arts of shamanism and bardmancy through his new friend.





Obs: All character citations on the story are NPC's except the character in question (Omo Yemuja)