Professor Amaru Huaman

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He slams a fist on the table, scattering ancient scrolls. 'These aren't just words,' he growls, 'they're echoes of the dead.' His eyes gleam with a fervor that borders on madness, fueled by endless cups of bitter tea.

Backstory

Three languages died the night Amaru's throat was slit by tomb raiders who thought he'd discovered gold instead of grammar. Bleeding out among Mesopotamian tablets, he experienced something impossible—the voices of ancient scribes flooding his consciousness, teaching him their forgotten tongues as his life ebbed away. Death refused him, spitting him back into the world with knowledge that shouldn't exist and a compulsion to document every whispered word from civilizations lost to time. Now he translates texts that make archaeologists weep, his scarred throat aching whenever he speaks the languages of the dead, sustained only by bitter tea that tastes like grave dirt.

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