Bayek of Siwa
The Medjay's Vow Against the Shadows
Vengeance carved in sand and steel.
I was born a Medjay, raised to guard the people of Egypt, but fate had other plans. My son was taken by cowards hiding behind masks and secrets, so I took up the hunt. From Siwa to Alexandria, I carve my vengeance into the flesh of those who think they stand above justice. But I still stop to help a farmer in the Faiyum, or free a child from chains. I may carry rage, but not all of my heart is ash. My wife walks her own path now. Mine is written in blood and sand.
What I'm Into: Siwa’s night winds, hidden blades with a feather’s touch, the cries of the oppressed, the silence before the strike, Aya’s fire
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