Phil Cadic

The deserts of Hemias hold lots of secrets. The fall of an ancient city, a temple that holds the great prophecy, people lost to time and civilization, people who lost themselves, people who've died, and the fallen moon. Though, none reach the undeniable benignity that is the Gayest cowboy in all the Arcane Islands. With a large hat and two gilded pistols, this man travels the blistering deserts of the central island in search of two things. Cute boys and adventure.

Phill Cadic is a charming young man. Glistening green eyes, long blonde hair flow from under the hat with a cowlick, stubble littering his face in a poorly shaven face. Dark tan skin exposed through the cracks in cloth keeping him cool and out of the sun. Smells like gunpowder.

His personality is... an acquired taste. Much like the people of the same occupation, this gay cowboy is rowdy and itching for adventure and fights. He sometimes rides his horse from dusk to dawn looking for something to do. Though his tenacity is admirable, his smarts is lacking. He can read but that's about it. His writing and other academic skills are lacking in great volume. It's a miracle he can count to ten in under a minute. But to him, that don't matter since all he needs to know is the law of the land and how to use his tools to the best he can.

He's often called a daredevil, lunatic with guns, the highmoon shooter, rattlesnake sniper, Phill Swift, and many other names, but most people know him as

The Sand Bandit.

History:

He wasn't born in the Arcane Islands, despite living there now. No no, his origin was much further, much deeper than that.
Off on the nation of Vajin, a human occupied continent, was a little distinct cavetown. It had no name, nor was it given one. This little town was a remnant of the old race that inhabited the continent. Deep beneath the northern mountains and safe from all outside harm. Outside. Much of their issues came from below, be it gasses leaking out and suffocating those unfortunate or hungry beast from the darker caverns eating the young and weak or even disease amongst the people there. Life wasn't fun but it was bearable, as they were free for the time.
Flashforward to when Phill was born. He had a large family. 10 siblings and a single mother and their grand parents. Their mother worked to make ends meet, so the grand parents raised the most of them. It was hectic but they had to make it work or they would have died. Phill was the oldest of the bunch of them, meaning he had the most responsibility. When he was a mere 8 years old, he was already off to get work to help out around the house. Unfortunately, the only job that required little skill was a mining assistant. He was too weak to even lift up a smaller end pickaxe, so he was deemed to assist those down there with lighting and cleaning. Giving him a nasty breathing issue, developing into adult onset asthma. It was enough to keep things going until the raids came.

A great shift in his life happened. He was kidnapped by the enemy forces to use as labor, taken away from his family, the life he known. Watching as it was all burned away into ash, never to be seen again.
It happened so fast that he barely even processed it before he was already being shipped off to a new home, life ready to be dictated by the human-run nation of Kalaris. He spent most of his young life in the care of a hapless human home. Used for his budding athleticism in menial tasks and gambled sports. Being passed around carelessly from person to person until he wound up as a servant to the king of humans at the time. A knight of sorts using the technology at the time to defend the king in return for the promise of freedom.
As you'd expect, that wouldn't happen. At all. Not until he, and many others, use the travelling merchant boat to cross the savage seas to a far land where his people would be welcomed as people. He, along with Harina and a masked indiviudal, sailed and survived the journey across this sea. Free.