WIP - [Human] Manahem nee Brutii das Scipii - Veteran Sand Raider

Born to a poor, pathetic merchant and one of her bodyguards, Manahem was born initially as the young and sickly Vhan Moritoris. Vhan was raised with exceptional care, despite the merchant caravans poor conditions. He was a overall quiet boy whom would do little more than sit and inspect everything around him, listening, tasting, feeling- he wasn't content with leaving any detail untouched, but when he did he never fussed, but allowed his attention to be dragged off to another area to prowl around in all of his primal, baby glory. His childhood was that of quietness, and soon to be excessive boredom. Despite the attention he was given, he was never properly taught anything, and only learned from what he taught himself primarily, aside from common tongue. As he grew up into a boy touching the border of puberty, he now became witness just how plutocracies work. Little they said or did was acknowledged by those of higher wealth, as he watched the rich do whatever could to keep their wealth- as that's how their power resided. Those of fair means of obtaining wealth, such as his mother, weren't treated with any form of mercy, and suffered terribly. Many nights over many years, he found himself deprived of food and water until he finally struck out on his own, frustrated with his mother whom was too weak to outright disobey those of higher rank. At the age of sixteen he found himself joining a 'mercenary lance' of seventy four, which he and most others knew all too well as a band of brigands whom were to strike out to the roads and raid the caravans of the Sabbaht heading towards Shena. He was instructed to be that of a horseback raider, and when he admitted he knew not how to ride, he was immediately put under harsh but intensive horseback riding training. Naught but a few month and he'd have been smacked and whacked into proper riding stance, and how to fight upon horseback, lest he had been killed. And so after a weeks worth of travel, they encountered their first caravan, though notably simple and of low value, it had its fair share of guards, and so he and the other light riders were sent off to deliver their demands- Everything the caravan had. Thirty to eight is quite obviously not the most fair in numbers, but even then, greenhorns were most of those sent out, and so though the deadly struggle of the defiance of the caravan, they only barely managed to win, bringing their returning forces back from 30 down to seventeen. It was the first proper combat Vhan had witnessed and partook in, so most of the veteran men didn't tease him too much when he came back with his ragged breaths and his soiled trousers. For several more months upon that he continued went on to raid a dozen more caravans, collecting spoils and sharing them around with the rest of his troop as he'd allow himself to become more and more acquainted with horseback combat as he gradually picked out trinkets and trophies. Though as he found this, the stress of constantly moving, fighting, killing, and getting injured soon found its way to his mind, as well as the influence and stress caused by his fellow colleagues. A slow development it was, but surely enough as the days went by, and months turned into years, he began to see and sense things that were never there to begin with. His hallucinations were tame in the brief beginning, but with the ever present passing of time, they soon began to become more and more of that. Many years promptly passed, and through the chapter of his life he lived twelve long years of his lifestyle, serving under the guidance of six leaders, until their tenacity had eventually brought them to their end. Their presence along numerous roads had seemed to have caught the ears of many, and while their harassing and disrupting of Sabbaht caravans was successful, it brought a sizable force of gold and glory hungry mercenaries and fighters stalking the sands to them. Led by them was a troop of thirty Sabbahti Lancers led by a upjumped lowborn by the name of Jhattire Rassen, sent out to dismantle the sand raider group and kill anyone who resists and enslave anyone whom attempts to run. The enemies arrived within mere moments to the sand raiders, completely unsuspecting of the actions, though in truth the Sabbahti company had been sniffing for them for months. By now, the much older Manahem was a cataphract raid-leader, with twenty five cataphracts lead behind him. When they initially came into contact with their hunters, they scrambled and strategically played out their enemies by letting light cavalry and spearmen handle the lancers whilst they began to pick off and chip away at the wanna-be heroes, the sellswords, and the adventure seekers, but with numbers by no means in their side, with the enemy counting to a much greater force of a hundred to their current sixty six, it was inevitable that despite their fighting, they were dealt more than crippling blows. Manahem was unmounted nearing the end of the several hour fight, when half of his men had bit the dust and a quarter tucked tail and ran for the dunes. Manahem reluctantly was moving to pull back before he was unmounted by one of the lancers. In truth, Jhattire died towards the middle of the fight, and sent a shockwave to the enemies morale for most, but lead the lancers to a near psychotic rage. Manahem was trampled and rendered unconscious upon the sand, the blood here and there on him and pooled around him assumed to be his own when it was but his comrades, and when he awoke with a weight being dropped upon him, he awoke to a particular Kai having saved him from one of the stragglers of the enemies that had not headed back with the corpses of the more prominent leaders of his company. Kai and Manahem, they were a part of the same company- but Manahem had many more years under his belt in the company than Kai had, and with the somewhat elitist company, that meant that he'd have not talked much to him at all, and he was lucky he even knew his name. After having been saved by Kai, the two scavenged about their fallen enemies and friends and barely managed to heal one another to proper traveling states before they travelled, before stealing horses from a remote farming village without being noticed, before riding off. Manahem owed a great deal to Kai, and the voices in his head associated Kai with both friendship and survival, so it was not a surprise to Manahem when he found himself following Kai around in his travels, experiencing a few other mercenary companies with Kai before traveling the world alongside him.

-Will start this later, it'll detail their particular travels once I talk it over with Nephos-