Tryvnah is a djinni like Vahaadi. He's the animal tamer in the circus troupe that adopted Vahaadi as a young runaway, and he's widely acknowledged as the favorite and likely successor of the troupe ring-leader, Zahar (the huge bird-like creature on the right). He's also quite the daredevil. Between his dangerous performance duties and his hobby in free-running, his life story is readily available in his appearance in the form of multiple scars and injuries. Most notably, he got a little to cocky with one of his beasts and ended up losing most of his left index finger when he was twenty.
In the little thumb sketches I tried to capture more ideas of his personality and interests. Tryvnah's quite a showboat and can seem self-important, but the truth is that he has a very natural self-confidence and a knack for handling just about anything that breathes. He loves animals and is wonderful with children. He considers all strangers potential friends and all friends potential lovers. His talent for leadership, team work, and charisma means that he's quite good at getting what he wants while leading others to believe it was their idea.
As talented as he is, he doesn't always get people to eat from the palm of his hand. His relationship with Vahaadi particularly puts him in some tight positions. In the roleplay I wrote with Evie, he ended up facing off with the notorious bounty hunter Marrik. Tryvnah might not have survived the encounter if Spark hadn't saved his butt!
(as usual, the anatomy is out to lunch)
Here, have an excerpt of the RP:
Tryvnah wasn't given a chance to decide on an action before Marrik lunged at him. Tryvnah barely dodged, and almost gave a hoot of self-congratulations when Marrik swung his staff around and jabbed him with such strength and precision in the small of his back that Tryvnah was sure one of his vertebrae had fractured with the impact. He gasped as the momentum knocked him clean off his feet, and when he hit the surface of the roof flat on his chest all of his breath was forced from his lungs. He gasped for air, pain shivering down his limbs from his jolted spinal column. He tried to get up, but the best he could do was roll onto his side, hissing through his teeth.
Marrik kicked him over so that he was lying face up, planted his foot on Tryvnah's chest, and leaned all of his weight onto it. With his free hand he unclipped a canteen and upended its contents on Tryvnah's face and arms. Tryvnah gasped in surprise and flinched as he was doused.
"Do you know what this is?" Marrik asked, returning the canteen to its place and pulling a needle with a syringe from a pouch. He held it over Tryvnah's face so that he could see it. At first glance, the syringe looked empty, but it was actually filled with a thin clear fluid. Tryvnah looked up at it blearily, but with the pain in his back and the weight of Marrik on his breastbone, was unable to respond. "It's just water," Marrik answered himself, turning the syringe over in his hand with a bored tone in his voice. "Hardly more than a swallow. And yet, Fawzild tells me that's all it takes to kill a djinni. One dose to your bloodstream..." He held the syringe threateningly close to Tryvnah's temple. "For all the legends about your kind, you djinn are so frail."



















































