Master Tambass, the smiling monk

Sharkmen are just characters from exotic stories for the people of Axam, and nobody really believes there are literal shark beast-folk: they must be just cautionary tales about south Uxali pirates that gained flourish and exaggeration after each retelling.
So, when Tambass reached Rejima, even those calm and easygoing West Tritons were shocked. Thanks to Aroge, a wise astralist monk who read the shark’s mind, fears quickly dissipated: Tambass was there looking for a peaceful home.
Young Tambass was separated from his family after they raided a Matras encampment: Sharkpeople like cracking open the constructed people to eat their hearts and drink their “blood”. Tambass was captured but got free before the Matras could study him (which could mean vivisection or worse). He ate all six of them. The subsequent indigestion caused by gorging on transparent hearts gave him fevered visions. He decided not to go back home (it would probably be impossible anyway) and try to “make sense of the world”, to give meaning to the restlessness inside him.
He traveled north, along the western Uxali coast. The Dwarves were terrorized by him since his people had pillaged many villages and assaulted many boats, leaving only chewed bones behind. After the inevitable starting diffidence, some saw potential in the fear Tambass caused, and he began a career in the Dwarven criminal underworld. He became a thug, a bodyguard, a credit collector for usurers and gambling house owners. All these jobs ended tragically: his bosses, all sure they could handle him, whipped him into a frenzy to scare some enemy, and all ended up bitten or chewed in the ensuing rampage. Tamabss thought he found a less stressful line working in a traveling circus, but the constant berating from the audience sent him into a rage-fueled black-out from which he emerged with an acrobat’s arm in his mouth and some half-eaten audience members at his feet.
In his travels, Tambass heard about the monks of the Confederacy and embarked on a thousand-long swim to meet them. He was lucky to meet Aroge: the monk was on his way to complete the pilgrimage of the 108 mandalas but was willing to start again to assist the sharkman in his journey.
Tambass was a quick learner and his most unusual heritage sparked curiosity, with many expert astralists and masters coming to see him and give him advice. He returned all this kindness by trying to help the restless and violent souls he met: unruly young tritons, bloodthirsty pirates, Daemons poisoned by hatred, and everyone with an aimless fire inside them.
Between his unique origin and his good deeds, Tambass became a sort of celebrity in the West Confederacy with the nickname “the Smiling Monk”. His radiant serenity and quiet joy attract many potential disciples, but he doesn’t think he’s ready yet, even if he has completed the pilgrimage of the 108 mandalas, and his peers recognize him as master. Tambass thinks he has to refine his techniques and philosophy still, but most of all he has to find the perfect place to found his monastery. He is now wandering the island of the archipelago to find the right spot, taking troubled companions with him for short periods.