Post by Dreyco on Jun 21, 2008 13:36:34 GMT -8
Character Template:
Full Name: Jehiro Fer`Dracotis
Nicknames: “J” (Pronounced “Jay”)
Date of Birth: Exact Date Unknown
Age: 25-30
Race: Iksar
Gender: Male
Scales: A dark dominant scale tone with fiery red stripes that decorate his body.
Eyes: Ruby Red
Height: Between 6’6” and 6’7”
Place of Residence: Graystone Yard, Qeynos
Place of Birth: Freeport
Known Relatives: Jektarka (Brother)
Religion/Philosophy: He isn’t very open about this. Though, some hints point to the fact that he might be a follower of Veeshan.
Occupation: He calls himself a “Healer”
Group/Guild affiliation: None
Guild Rank: None
Enemies: He isn’t very good at making enemies.
Likes: Companionship, Solumn and Quiet moments, helping others.
Favorite Foods: He’s not picky. Will eat mostly anything, and like it. Never specifies favorites.
Favorite Drinks: See above.
Favorite Colors: Red.
Weapons of Choice: Hammers, maces, and every so often, depending on his mood, a blazing ethereal scimitar that he can conjure with his power.
Dislikes: Selfishness. Anger.
Hobbies: He’s really good with a sketchbook.
Physical Features:
From every inch of his appearance, Jehiro is a daunting example of what an Iksar can truly appear to be. Generally keeping his appearance hidden by robe, hood, and cowl, underneath the cloth rests a powerful, well-framed male lizardman, violating all standards of what one might think of when bringing the word “priest” to mind: covered head to toe in a warrior’s muscular tones.
Darkened scales, charcoal in color run over every inch of his body, accented by fiery red stripes which run down the entire length of his crown and backside, his underbelly a shade closely resembling that of pale volcanic stone.
His eyes, a shade of burning ruby red, maintain an emotionless and uncaring stare both when communicating and fighting alongside others.
His snout is painted with the same flaming patterns as the rest of his body, an inch-high fin running along the center of his crown. Two curved, pointed horns stretch from the templar’s skull, giving him an almost draconic appearance.
Special Abilities: He is a “Dragon-Born”, and carries the abilities shared by his brother.
Positive Personality Traits: He is a very kind-hearted individual, and will very often go out of his way to help out others.
Negative Personality Traits: He can sometimes be naive, and stubborn as a mule, refusing to budge from what is comfortable or habitual.
Misc. Quirks: Sometimes, when he conjures more potency from his spells, the flaming red stripes will heat up and glow as though a fire were being lit under his scales.
Theme Songs: Misunderstood ~ Dream Theater
Professions: Templar and Healer
History:
An egg sold alongside his brother’s own to slavery, Jehiro was separated from Jektarka before he was even hatched, and shipped to Neriak to work on the rebuilding and restructuring of the new city under the Queen.
From his birth to his youth, he was given the worst of treatment by the slavers: whipped, beaten, and mal-nourished, hefting stone, carving rock, and hauling materials from the cave’s entrance to the deeper depths of the city, hardening his body, and building within him a brooding loathing for the dark elves.
He began practicing healing arts in secrecy, tending and treating his own wounds, and soothing his own sore body, quick to learn, and quick to master the spells, unknowing of the secrets his bloodline possessed.
As he continued to grow up, unnatural changes and strange developments in both the boy’s body and mind started nagging him: slight draconic features overtaking the Iksar’s own, obvious enough to be noticeable, but subtle enough to be ignored. He grew used to the fact that his appearance was radically different than the other Iksar he toiled with, and dismissed it as a fluke in his heritage, having no idea just how true he was in assuming that.
The passive-aggressive nature of the young-adult would eventually bring him to discover just how potent that heritage was. An evening alone with his master, and tellings of the negativites of his future brought Jehiro to experience a build-up of rage unlike anything he had ever experienced. Body grew hot, sight grew blurry, and before he could make sense of anything at all, his vision blacked out entirely.
He woke up, covered in the blood of the one who had held him captive for so long, fearful, frightened, and uncertain as to why, or how the event had occurred. Memory was a blur, a flurry of angry violence, and questions permiating his mind. Had he done this? Was he truly at fault?
The certainties, however, were obvious: he now had his freedom, and the longer he remained in Neriak, the lesser his chances were of keeping it.
Full Name: Jehiro Fer`Dracotis
Nicknames: “J” (Pronounced “Jay”)
Date of Birth: Exact Date Unknown
Age: 25-30
Race: Iksar
Gender: Male
Scales: A dark dominant scale tone with fiery red stripes that decorate his body.
Eyes: Ruby Red
Height: Between 6’6” and 6’7”
Place of Residence: Graystone Yard, Qeynos
Place of Birth: Freeport
Known Relatives: Jektarka (Brother)
Religion/Philosophy: He isn’t very open about this. Though, some hints point to the fact that he might be a follower of Veeshan.
Occupation: He calls himself a “Healer”
Group/Guild affiliation: None
Guild Rank: None
Enemies: He isn’t very good at making enemies.
Likes: Companionship, Solumn and Quiet moments, helping others.
Favorite Foods: He’s not picky. Will eat mostly anything, and like it. Never specifies favorites.
Favorite Drinks: See above.
Favorite Colors: Red.
Weapons of Choice: Hammers, maces, and every so often, depending on his mood, a blazing ethereal scimitar that he can conjure with his power.
Dislikes: Selfishness. Anger.
Hobbies: He’s really good with a sketchbook.
Physical Features:
From every inch of his appearance, Jehiro is a daunting example of what an Iksar can truly appear to be. Generally keeping his appearance hidden by robe, hood, and cowl, underneath the cloth rests a powerful, well-framed male lizardman, violating all standards of what one might think of when bringing the word “priest” to mind: covered head to toe in a warrior’s muscular tones.
Darkened scales, charcoal in color run over every inch of his body, accented by fiery red stripes which run down the entire length of his crown and backside, his underbelly a shade closely resembling that of pale volcanic stone.
His eyes, a shade of burning ruby red, maintain an emotionless and uncaring stare both when communicating and fighting alongside others.
His snout is painted with the same flaming patterns as the rest of his body, an inch-high fin running along the center of his crown. Two curved, pointed horns stretch from the templar’s skull, giving him an almost draconic appearance.
Special Abilities: He is a “Dragon-Born”, and carries the abilities shared by his brother.
Positive Personality Traits: He is a very kind-hearted individual, and will very often go out of his way to help out others.
Negative Personality Traits: He can sometimes be naive, and stubborn as a mule, refusing to budge from what is comfortable or habitual.
Misc. Quirks: Sometimes, when he conjures more potency from his spells, the flaming red stripes will heat up and glow as though a fire were being lit under his scales.
Theme Songs: Misunderstood ~ Dream Theater
Professions: Templar and Healer
History:
An egg sold alongside his brother’s own to slavery, Jehiro was separated from Jektarka before he was even hatched, and shipped to Neriak to work on the rebuilding and restructuring of the new city under the Queen.
From his birth to his youth, he was given the worst of treatment by the slavers: whipped, beaten, and mal-nourished, hefting stone, carving rock, and hauling materials from the cave’s entrance to the deeper depths of the city, hardening his body, and building within him a brooding loathing for the dark elves.
He began practicing healing arts in secrecy, tending and treating his own wounds, and soothing his own sore body, quick to learn, and quick to master the spells, unknowing of the secrets his bloodline possessed.
As he continued to grow up, unnatural changes and strange developments in both the boy’s body and mind started nagging him: slight draconic features overtaking the Iksar’s own, obvious enough to be noticeable, but subtle enough to be ignored. He grew used to the fact that his appearance was radically different than the other Iksar he toiled with, and dismissed it as a fluke in his heritage, having no idea just how true he was in assuming that.
The passive-aggressive nature of the young-adult would eventually bring him to discover just how potent that heritage was. An evening alone with his master, and tellings of the negativites of his future brought Jehiro to experience a build-up of rage unlike anything he had ever experienced. Body grew hot, sight grew blurry, and before he could make sense of anything at all, his vision blacked out entirely.
He woke up, covered in the blood of the one who had held him captive for so long, fearful, frightened, and uncertain as to why, or how the event had occurred. Memory was a blur, a flurry of angry violence, and questions permiating his mind. Had he done this? Was he truly at fault?
The certainties, however, were obvious: he now had his freedom, and the longer he remained in Neriak, the lesser his chances were of keeping it.
