Tribe: El-Effhichen
Name: Tak'am
Role: Shaman
Age: 35
Tak'am's tribe was annihilated through unknown means during the night. He woke up to find all of his people dead or missing. Fortunately, Tak'am was the only person untouched - Whether it was because his status protected him from the wrath of the gods, or simply because warriors from enemy tribes were fearful of entering his tent without permission. In the latter case, if the decades of generational fear and respect didn't work- Tak always decorated his tent with the heads and skulls of dead animals - sometimes the entrails and blood if it was an important day.
After spending many days ritualistically cremating the bodies, he began to start checking the footprints around the camp, in an effort to find out where his people had been taken. However, after half a day of this, it suddenly began to rain, washing the tracks away, and Tak took this as a sign to move on. During the rain he Gathered together his shaman-ly possessions (except his tent. A new one would need to be built when he arrives at his destination) in a huge rucksack which he slung on his back. Then he ritualistically carved a travel totem - A hiking stick which doubled as a plea for guidance, luck and plenty. (Most of his particular religion was based around the carving of glyphs into weapons, armor and trinkets, which had made him a fair hand with the whittling knife.)
As luck would happen, he was guided to the El-Effhichen tribe. Seeing another tribe on the verge of extinction made the shaman seek out the chief immediately, and request to join - to which the chief replied that many people had been joining without asking anyway, and he didn't have a problem with it.