Appearance

Physical Description

Tall, lithe with muscles always ready to act. Every movement is calculated as if part of a dance he has memorised.

Body Features

His shoulders and back of his upper arm are covered in brown spots that diminish in number quickly from there.

Facial Features

With a nose that is mostly just an opening, gaunt features and an elongated head - Razak stands out in most places on the Material Plane. But he always has a smile on his lips.

Special abilities

He is quite proud of his skill with psionics and works hard on perfecting that talent. It aids him both in combat and to manipulate his surroundings.

Mentality

Personal history

All githzerai are brought up to serve the community. They undergo mental and physical training throughout their life, starting at al early age. The same goes for me. Without meditation and focus, our society would fall apart. In a very real sense for the cities in Limbo. Me, I always had a talent for reading and writing which meant I was assigned work as a scribe. While much information travels throughout the links of telepathy between cities, that information still needs to be written down to be distributed more easily. And to be preserved.
 
Kalla isn’t like me. He was always a man of action and more at home sparring than spending hours with a manuscript. I’ can’t point to a specific day as to when we first fell in love. We had ended up both meditating and training together, and I helped him with the former and he helped me with the latter. One thing led to another and before we knew it we spent a lot of time intimate in other ways.
Time flows in odd ways in Limbo, but many years must have passed on the material plane since Kalla and I were formally bonded. We have found a lot of ways to make each other happy, and part of that has been our different duties. He has served our race and Menyar-Ag on expeditions while I have helped the community at home. No other duty or love has ever done anything but keep us strong. We were even seeking out the possibility of a child.
 
Then it went wrong. There was another expedition to the material plane, which wasn’t unusual. But Kalla didn’t want to talk about it, and that was certainly odd but I didn’t think much of it at the time. I did manage to see him leave with a handful of others through the portal, however.
 
Then nothing happened. Days, possibly weeks and Kalla didn’t come back. I started investigating what had happened and my status as scribe allowed me some access. But Kalla’s group didn’t appear in any documentation. It was as if they had never left and any trace of any of their assignments had been left blank. I tried enlisting some help, but I was told that I was paranoid. Even our friends insisted that it was just an undercover mission and I had to be patient. Order and structure are absolutes for githzerai, but I guess I’m different because I had to do something. Kalla isn’t the only one seeking action after all.
 
It took some changes in the orders I was writing down, but I managed to get the portal Kalla had used unguarded for a moment. Long enough for me to throw myself through it.
 
Turns out it’s one-way. I ended up in freezing cold mountains. The portal had dropped me off in a small cavern, but once I left, I had to struggle to find any shelter. This world - it’s so… immutable is the word, I guess. Ther is no one to control the weather and no amount of focus can make the ground less hard to walk on. But I did manage to get to a small village, and with most of the money I had brought, I bought myself some warm clothes.
 
Of course, no one here has even heard of gith before. I have the advantage as I’m at least familiar with humans, dwarves, and more from texts. The seclusion of my people means we don’t really have others as visitors. And very much unlike githyanki, we will not take slaves.
 
Kalla… I wonder where you are. If you’re safe. I’ll do my best to learn about this world and gather allies to help you. It’s my turn to be the fighter.

The members of Kalla's troop