Post by Deleted on May 21, 2012 15:08:20 GMT -6
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Name:[/b][/color] Kyrialstrasz the Black, Kyrial Black
Rank: Unblooded
Profession: Warrior-Mage
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
PHYSICAL-[/b]
Race: Fallen Dragon
Age: 123
Sex: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 150 lbs, roughly
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Golden Iris, Slit Reptilian Pupils
Voice Description: Kyrial's voice is equal parts deep, powerful and intimidating..... mixed with a harmonius lilt that can normally only be applied to the fairer folk of the elven races. It is of a rich timbre, and if one closed their eyes and listened, almost seductive to hear.
Clothing: Kyrial typically wears loose clothing of a light nature. His tunic and leather jerkin are a matte black, as are his leather pants and comfortable leather boots. Over this is worn a long hooded cloak of the deepest crimson, with several belt-like clasps over his chest rather than the typical single broach.
Build / Complexion: Kyrial has a fair complexion that tans easily depending on the clime he is enduring and the amount of sunlight he is given to take in. He has a tall and well-toned build, not appearing at first to be as thick-set as your typical wall of the line fighters..... but with sturdy musculature that hides a nasty surprise if provoked. His facial features are fair and refined, bordering on the line between handsome and unnaturally beautiful, as if any flaws in his form had been painstakingly scrutinized and eliminated.
MENTAL-
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Personality Description: On the outside, Kyrial seems to be the very essence of draconic behaviour. He hoards anything of value with the pride and ego of one of the great beasts of yore. In the fullblown youthful assurance of his own inability to be slain, he was nearly reckless in his willingness to assume his true form.... at least compared to the way other surviving dragons had grown to hide their heritage.
Deep down, Kyrial is lonely. The only other dragonkind he has known in his existance were his parents, and they only briefly. He had taken to appearing in the human towns disguised as one of their own to relieve his seclusion, and thusly had begun to develop a great affectation for humanoid women, liquor, and meals. He was never able, however, to endure this lifestyle indefinately.... always slipping away again for a nice flight in the mountains, visit to his lair, or hunt here and there.
After the effects of his curse, everything changed. Forced to face life solely through the eyes and body of a "two-leg", he now faces what has become his greatest fear every waking moment..... and most of his resting ones..... for he believes himself lost to his own proud heritage forevermore. His guiding light are his mate and offspring, and it is for that reason that he trudges on.
HISTORICAL-[/b]
Place of Birth: A hidden lair in the warm deserts of Aesterholm
Current Residence: A hidden lair on an island in the Yeten Archipelago. Currently traveling.
Known Family:
GENERAL-
Name:[/b][/color] Kyrialstrasz the Black, Kyrial Black
Rank: Unblooded
Profession: Warrior-Mage
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
PHYSICAL-[/b]
Race: Fallen Dragon
- Pro’s / Con’s: Fallen dragon are hardy and strong despite their depowered forms (+4 Vitality, +4 Strength, +4 Endurance) and their long lives enable them to become deadly adversaries on the field of battle (+10 to distribute however you want in Combat Fortitude). Isolation from the majority of other races, be it by choice or chance has done severe damage to their social skills (-15 to Social), but despite this their education has not suffered as fallen dragons before being depowered are usually hoarders of more than coin. (+3 to Intelligence).
Age: 123
Sex: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 150 lbs, roughly
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Golden Iris, Slit Reptilian Pupils
Voice Description: Kyrial's voice is equal parts deep, powerful and intimidating..... mixed with a harmonius lilt that can normally only be applied to the fairer folk of the elven races. It is of a rich timbre, and if one closed their eyes and listened, almost seductive to hear.
Clothing: Kyrial typically wears loose clothing of a light nature. His tunic and leather jerkin are a matte black, as are his leather pants and comfortable leather boots. Over this is worn a long hooded cloak of the deepest crimson, with several belt-like clasps over his chest rather than the typical single broach.
Build / Complexion: Kyrial has a fair complexion that tans easily depending on the clime he is enduring and the amount of sunlight he is given to take in. He has a tall and well-toned build, not appearing at first to be as thick-set as your typical wall of the line fighters..... but with sturdy musculature that hides a nasty surprise if provoked. His facial features are fair and refined, bordering on the line between handsome and unnaturally beautiful, as if any flaws in his form had been painstakingly scrutinized and eliminated.
MENTAL-
Likes:
- Riches and Wealth
- Warmth
- Meats, Liquors, and fine cuisine
- Lost Artifacts, especially of a magical nature
- His family
- Flying
Dislikes:
- Dragon Hunters
- Threats to his family
- Cold
- An empty belly
Strengths / Skills:
- An enhanced muscular-skeletal structure, imbuing him with unnatural strength, speed and hardiness
- Superb swordplay with his weapon of choice
- An abounding interest in magic, and the ability to pursue it
- The willingness and ability to listen to and learn from the skills of his mate and friends
Weaknesses:
- Extreme Cold
- Jealousy
- The loss of his natural form, and dealing with what he is limited to
Fears:
- The loss of his mate and family
- Solitude and loneliness
- Never again regaining his true form
- Never again experiencing the joy of flight
Personality Description: On the outside, Kyrial seems to be the very essence of draconic behaviour. He hoards anything of value with the pride and ego of one of the great beasts of yore. In the fullblown youthful assurance of his own inability to be slain, he was nearly reckless in his willingness to assume his true form.... at least compared to the way other surviving dragons had grown to hide their heritage.
Deep down, Kyrial is lonely. The only other dragonkind he has known in his existance were his parents, and they only briefly. He had taken to appearing in the human towns disguised as one of their own to relieve his seclusion, and thusly had begun to develop a great affectation for humanoid women, liquor, and meals. He was never able, however, to endure this lifestyle indefinately.... always slipping away again for a nice flight in the mountains, visit to his lair, or hunt here and there.
After the effects of his curse, everything changed. Forced to face life solely through the eyes and body of a "two-leg", he now faces what has become his greatest fear every waking moment..... and most of his resting ones..... for he believes himself lost to his own proud heritage forevermore. His guiding light are his mate and offspring, and it is for that reason that he trudges on.
HISTORICAL-[/b]
Place of Birth: A hidden lair in the warm deserts of Aesterholm
Current Residence: A hidden lair on an island in the Yeten Archipelago. Currently traveling.
Known Family:
- Haeldor Black, also known as Haeldorinal Arkenep
- Soscena Black
Chosen Pantheon: N/A
Preferred Deity: N/A
Past History: Kyrial hatched in the midst of the deserts of Aesterholm more than a hundred years ago. His existance as a youth was noon-descript..... learning everything a dragon might need to know of flight and hunting from his parents. His mother was a smaller dragon, frail and sickly as dragons go. Kyrial's father was a massive obsidian beast, often locked in combat with other dragons attempting to exploit his mates weakness and steal their territory.
Kyrial grew older, maturing into a perfect young draconic specimen. His father would never allow him to fly with him on hunts or territorial disputes, however.... always tasking the younger beast with the protection of his sickly mother. A century passed, then one day his father crashed into the cave instead of his normal graceful landing, blood cascading down his wounded sides. The older beast ordered Kyrial to take to the hunt and bring back sustenance so that he might feast and recover.... but when Kyrial returned, his father was gone, leaving behind only a magical blade crafted from one of his fangs. Kyrial never saw him again.
Soon after the dragon hunters who had slain his father came to the cave, and Kyrial witnessed his mothers death at their hands. Battling the two older dragons had whittled the dragon hunter's band down drastically..... and they were never expecting a third dragon to suddenly appear and ravage their band.
Kyrial flew off into the distance soon later, abandoning the tattered shreds of his existance in his birthplace and seeking his place in the world. A long existence of solitude passed, with Kyrial spending equal amounts of time soaring about the skies in his growing draconic body, and taking the visage of a human in order to live among them for brief periods of time.
His life suddenly changed one day, his solitude ending at the pinnacle of a steep plummet. An accident, a pure twist of fate, rendered the drow he had happenstanced upon blind..... and incurred a responsibility that would eventually deepen into love and offspring. His time as a human was no longer spent among others in lavish living and glorious cities, but with Haeldor, their child, and the menagerie of pets they managed to accumulate.
It was with the deaths of the latter that Haeldor began to grow restless, and Kyrial agreed to a change of location, at least for a time. However, upon their way from their abode they were ambushed by a band of dragon hunters whom had heard rumors of spottings in the vicinity. Kyrial took them head on while his family ran, their protection foremost in his mind..... until the curse of a dying mage stole his world and twisted fate in an unimagineable direction.
Site History: None Yet
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