Khazim Basara

Name Khazim
Outward Appearance

Khazim wears exotic clothing ranging from the finery and robes of Harad's cities to the rugged and simplistic wraps and garb of the desert tribes of Harad. Is often seen wearing a headwrap or turban and fine, pointed shoes. His face is covered by the headwear on some occasions and not covered on others. He has dark brown skin, shoulder-length black hair, and jade green eyes which always carry an expression of curiosity.

He belies a quiet confidence and commands an excellent understanding of Westron despite his tribal upbringings.


Khazim Basara grew up in the southern wastes of Far Harad, a warrior of one of the many tribes of the harsh and unforgiving deserts. He excelled as a huntsman who could also craft many things out of the little wood he gathered, and the hides he collected.

When Mordor marched into the land of Harad to subjugate the tribes and cities, he rallied alongside those who resisted. A bloody rebellion ensued but it was put down quickly by Mordor and those Haradrim who willingly served the Eye. Khazim, wishing to survive, fled North to the cities to hide beneath the cover of the crowd.

In Harondor he learned to speak basic Westron and "civilized" himself, adopting clothes similar to his Southern home but a bit less obvious so as to hide his identity. The shadow arm of the puppet Haradrim government was hunting dissenters and once again caused Khazim's flight, but before he made his choice to leave he discovered a land called Eriador.

Learning of its isolation and relative safety, he reckoned that he would be treated better so far North than he would in the jurisdiction of his historical and cultural rivals. He lived his first days in the wilderness, in a small camp built specifically for himself. He traded hides, hunting skills, and other talents and items for extra living outside of his basic needs. After a long and arduous five years of living within Bree-land, Khazim invested in buying a house and turned his skills towards being a tailor.

He now lives his life amidst the many roofs and chimneys of Bree-town, free from destitution and insecurity, but has finally come to grasp the sheer weight and difficulty of his own life. With more time on his hands than ever, he spends his days exploring many philosophical and political questions, unsure if things for him will ever be the same since he left home six years ago.

Anyone who speaks to him as a fellow Man is his friend.
Combat, food, reading, long conversations, Harad
Orcs, cowards, dishonor
Find a way to enjoy life in Bree
"That is the beauty of this world--we are so different, it seems, to the eyes... but we have walked in the same path. All born in the struggle of life and hardened by the consequences of its brutality."

Khazim's Adventures

Khazim's Adventures

Khazim's Gallery

Khazim's Gallery