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Anpu's birth was marked with an ill omen. A shadow hung over the Metis with fur black as pitch, and as he grew he did little to disprove fate. A foolish deal as a teenager with a spirit for knowledge he shouldn't have led to a regret he could never take back, and since then he's led the life of a lone wolf, wandering in self-declared exile. 

His goals seem unclear to anyone who interacts with him, but he knows exactly what he's doing. Part of his self-assigned penance is fighting the Wyrm on the spiritual level, constantly going toe-to-toe with Banes in spite of lacking the regenerative factor that saves so many of his kin. He ambushes foes and then vanishes without a trace, whatever mess left behind being harrowing in its own right.

Voice

His delivery is cryptic, and his appearances are ominous. You can be speaking to him one moment, and when you look back he's disappeared into the shadows. He pauses frequently and prefers to keep his speech limited as much as possible, and rarely has much emotion to his voice. Anpu doesn't have much of a social or cultural understanding and it shows. He's a strange man.