Taka, a young native, a young native who is 17 years old, has already known the fire of many other battles. He is tall, muscular, and fierce looking. Many scars ran down his body, arcane ritualistic tattoo's mark his face and shaved head, and fragments of metal are woven into his skin. He wears a heavy tiger pelt, made into a cloak, as well as wooden armor interlocking with the bones of fallen enemies. Four skulls bleached white by the sun hang at his side, he had taken the skulls from fallen outsiders when he had raided Durham, though he does not take part in such raids anylonger. He carries a ceremonial blade, ceyte-pian, or blood letter. The blade was curved obsidian, inlaid with the finest ivory. A blowpipe hangs at his side, the color of purest ebony, carved from a branch from the tree of life. He called it Dravosk, or eternity. He wears a simple silver crown entwined with thorns and flowers plucked from the highest peaks of the mountain. A tiger claw hangs from his neck, and his frightening hazel eyes exude a gentle sort of kindness. He is brave and will defend Raktam at any cost, his brothers and sisters are more important to him than his own life.