Name: Desmond Arcadia

Nickname: Winger

Birthdate: 6/18/2022

Archetype: Bat Shaman

Race: Elf

Street (Puyallup)

Winger stands 1.96 meters (6'5") with dull green eyes and an unruly mess of black hair which conceals the occasional platinum streak. He weighs approximately 80 kilograms (176 lbs). His features are sharp and crisp, curving away at his chin and seemingly melding into his pointy ears. Though Winger's eyes are a bit sunken into his skull, little more than a pair of slits on his face. Winger's age is hard to determine just by looking at him. Though appearing vaguely in his mid-twenties, mannerisms and movements put more years on him than that. Winger's english has a great deal of street slang, however he speaks sperethiel with a formal tone.
Often edgy and bickering when bright or well-lighted setting, Winger finds comfort in dark recesses. Outside he mostly wears a large, black hat or hood to shield himself from he bright light. The sun is most annoying to him. Most of his haunts are shady and with a distinctive gothic air about them. Unfortunately Winger cannot afford to be picky. He wanders from one place to the next without a permanent home. This makes tracking Winger down difficult. Winger often leaves various stashes of equipment and personal possessions scattered around the sprawl.
Though not a loner by nature, Winger still dislikes most formal invitations and social gatherings. For some reason the idea of casually hanging out with the squatters on the street is more than enough company for him.
Winger is very much closed lip about his past or his own motivations. When asked he careful avoids the question or turns it in a whole different direction. He closely guards his secrets and often holds back information that he exclusively knows, saving to reveal it only when he feels it would be most useful.
Winger's signature spell, affectionately called his "wail" is painful to the ears and can cause a annoying headache under the best conditions or some series stun damage at worst. Though many hermetic magicians who examine the spell discover that there is little difference between the Wail and the generic Stunball. With the exception that Winger's mouth must be free in order to cast the spell. A psychological handicap.

"These streets are my home.

I welcome you here,

but those I share it with may not like you."

Winger was born to Felicia Desmond in Redding California. The son of an elven woman in a mostly human city. The year Winger was born, 2022, was a year when race riots erupted across the globe. Winger's father, who he only knows as a man named Dimitri, died during the conflicts in Redding. Still more than fifteen year before California becomes a free state, Winger's mother tries to etch out a living for the two any way she can. Often working some of the lowest paying jobs. Eventually she was able to land profitable employment at a diner owned by an ork named "Little Bill."
By the time Tir Tairngire formed in 2034 Winger was barely 12 years old. The idea of an entire country of elves, free of the prejudices against him, set Winger's hit spinning. He wanted more than anything to move to Salem and live with people who were just like him. Felicia thought better of it. Though she never said way, she did not trust the new nation and decided to stick things out in Redding. A decision that would change the course of her life. Two years later California becomes a free state. No sooner had this happened than Tir troops stormed over the border. Redding was less than thirty miles from the front lines. The attack spurred a series of anti-elf lynch mobs. Winger, obsessed with the idea of joining Tir, ran away from Redding in hopes of meeting the Tir forces and joining up with them. It was youthful bliss. Felicia begged Little Bill to go after him. With some reluctance he did as the mother begged. Unfortunately Little Bill never returned. He found Winger and convinced him to head back, but was killed by Tir forces before he himself could reach Redding. The event forever altered Winger's views about humanity and Tir Tairngire. Alone and in the middle of a way, Winger thought that he would die here.
California became too anti-elf to live in. It wasn't long until Winger and his bother moved to the NAN nations. It was here that Winger felt the first call of his totem in the forests outside the Tir border. In 2040, after Winger had turned 18, he followed the spirits path into Tir Tairngire. It took him the better part of a month to enter the country legally. Not long after he entered the Tir he met a woman by the name of Emily. The two fell and love and eventually started a family. Winger's daughter, Hope, was born on June 12, 2046. Winger sold his services as a magician to a number of law enforcement firms.
Though the selling of his magical talent was disagreeable with his totem. Winger soon felt that he had fallen into a crack, unhappy with his life and feeling ever more trapped in his current situation. In perhaps one of the boldest, and stupidest, moves of his life he left his family to wonder the world. Though Winger's wondering seems aimless, he is on a quest for his totem to reveal what it really wants for him.