Tane Jera

Many would not mistake the lavish vestments as counterfeit when Tane Jera meanders into the street. His boots twist with his casual gait, decorated with the emblems of his patrons. All know of the gifts he has received from many courtiers known to make promises without intent. The attraction that Tane Jera steals is one of mystery and curiosity, rather than dedication and loyalty. Perhaps it is this that draws the eyes most, to explore what is freely given. His fine breeches elaborate his fortitude and his vest is embellished with the detail only acquired by the best tailors. But Tane Jera is more than simply a composition of clothes, but a face without equal.
The words that slip from his tongue are full of speech craft, gaining favor of kings and warlords. Rumors have even abounded that he has charmed even devils with his empty promises and false hopes. But Tane Jera has ambition akin to any man. With the expensive keep that he has afforded by his good fortune, he continually searches for eternal life. His adventures have led him down crafts of charm and deceit, stealing information by his cleverness. In time, he will discover the old magics that a kiss can steal a single day from the recipient. His claim to long-lasting life will be ever dependent on his established persona, his outward attraction, and the cut of his tongue.
This young human is on a sad journey, seemingly inescapable. For he can make no promise that will remain unbroken. For generations he will watch all his partners fade and decay, knowing that their days have been taken from their betrayer. He will confine himself to forced relations with those who are unmatched in knowledge and history. A life of boredom will descend into contempt. How long will he be satisfied? How long before his jubilence fades? How long before he is no longer able to garner a single kiss?