General Description

Skin: Very lightly tanned.
Hair: Blond, short and a little messy.
Eyes: Blue.

Markings/Tattoos: Large scar over his heart.
Others: --

Clothing and Accessories: Chai dresses in a native american style, according to the style of the tribe that took him in.

Personality

Likes: Nature, life, animals, sunny days, making people smile, children.
Dislikes: Pain, hurt, bad attitudes, cruelty.

Abilities: Can heal or breath life into just about anything; can heal.
Weaknesses: The more he uses his powers, particularly for larger wounds or resurrection, the more he loses years of his own life.

General: Chai is a very easy going boy. He's always all smiles and it's very rare to find him upset or even sad. He can't really stand cruelty against anyone, much less against small helpless animals, and is always looking after them. He would give his own life to save the life of those weaker than him, even if he doesn't know them.

Background History

Chayim (or Chai, as those who knew his name called him) had a strange past. No one knew where he'd come from, or how he'd gotten where he'd been found... It had all happened one random day, several years back, during a hunt. A tribe had been on their way back when they came across this young child, abandoned, wounded badly.
He did not speak a word of their language and could only utter strange things.
The hunters had hesitated, but the child seemed so helpless, all on his own (for he clearly had no one else), and his wound was so bad, that they decided to treat him and bring him back to the camp site.

The issue was talked plenty among the elders while the child healed, and in the end, they agreed to allow him to stay. They taught him their ways and their language, but the boy was never able (or perhaps he'd been unwilling) to respond to their questions on what had happened to him, or where he'd come from.
Chai said he could not remember a thing. Not where he was from, not where he'd been heading to, and certainly not what had happened. All he said to remember was that- his name, and waking among them. As the sole reminder of his past, he kept just memories of a language he no longer spoke, and a large scar over his heart- scar of a wound that would have likely killed a regular human being.

Chai had been taken in and found a home, and he was happy there. He was a very happy child, and grew to be a very cheerful youth, easy going and well mannered- but full of secrets.
He was taken as the adoptive son of the shaman, though he had early on proved to not be very good at remembering things like plants and such, so he had been refused as direct apprentice and left as a simple assistant to the shaman and the shaman-to-be.

Time had passed, and Chai kept his secrets well hidden from the tribe. He knew it was much safer that way, he could not tell them of his powers -even if he had used them now and again- and he could certainly not tell them of his past.

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