Rakashinnoryjindros
Name(s) Rakashinnoryjindros, Rakashi
Race Half shadow dragon, half sunwyrm
Measurements
-Body length: 40' 5''
-Wingspan: 80' 9''
-Height: 7' 3''
-Weight: 349 lbs
Age 20,000+
Coloration
-Black scales
-Blue eyes
-Dark grey wing and frill membranes
-Violet forked tongue
-Grey blood
Body Temperature 62.3 F
Blood Relatives Jostalphin, Anglysiss, father (name unknown)
Class Druid 33/Wizard 18/Shadow Dancer 12/Duelist 9
Special
-Heartless: Rakashi has no living heart, thus making some fatal blows ineffective.
-Enrage: Upon taking a large amount of damage or experiencing a great amount of mental trauma, there is a chance that Rakashi will fly into an uncontrolable rage. The divine artificial heart in his chest floods his body with power, siphoning strength and energy through the draconis fundamentum, producing an incredible rise and physical strength and endurance, as well as quickened movements and reflexes. However, he loses sense of self and his thoughts run thick and fuzzy through his mind, which leaves him unable to think straight or even recognize friend from foe. He cannot use wizard or druid spells in the state, but he may still use spell-like abilities, supernatural abilities and some sorcerer spells.
-Dragonblood: When enraged, Rakashi's blood acts as a powerful acid.
-Brittle mind: While he is quite intelligent and his mind is trained and sharpened, his mentality is still very fragile, making him ceceptible to effects a strong will could otherwise overcome, unless his is enraged.
-Magic affinity: Rakashi has a major affinity to magic, which grants him Sorcerer level 40. He can also enhance any spell with metamagic properties if he wishes to.
-Blade finesse: Rakashi is skilled with the longsword, shortsword, rapier, dagger, and saber. With his high dexterity, he shows a knack for quick and efficient bladework. This is only apparent in a humanoid form, however.
-Born flyer: While Rakashi is physically weak and tends to tire quickly, he can fly with speed and grace that far outstrips the wingwork of others of his kind. He can glide for miles and it takes far longer for him to become winded from flying than by running.
-Roguish: While he is not a very good thief, Rakashi can act as a fairly good rogue and scout. In a humanoid form, he can act as a very skilled rogue in the sense of stealth, trapfinding, and the disabling of traps. This is also exhibited even through his dragon form, but it's far harder to work traps with claws.
-Shadow dragon traits: Rakashi is immune to negative levels, paralysis, sleep affects, and all manner of poisons. While bright light hurts his eyes moreso than it should, it does not harm him in any way, though he does tend to function better in the shadows.
-Scent: Rakashi has a very strong sense of smell. This allows him to detect creatures from many paces away, and he could track a scent like a wolf if he put his mind to it.
-Spell-like abilities: At will speak with animals, blur, speak with plants, control wind, 3/day call lightning, sound lance, chain lightning, mirror image, create shadows, 1/day lightning ring, call lightning storm, control weather, shadow walk, storm of vengence
-Wild shape (7/day): Rakashi can take the shape of any animal, elemental, dragon, or magical beast of Tiny to Gargantuan size.
-Alternate form: Rakashi can take the form of a humanoid creature, usually a drow or elf with draconic characteristics.
Peronsal Information
Rakashi is truly odd. While he is quite ancient, he looks and acts as if he had only seen little more than a century of life. His scales are still glossy and smooth, his eyes glimmer and glow with youth, and he tends to show and unusual amount of naivete and optimism most unbecoming of an ancient wyrm. His eyes, two deep and beautiful sapphire orbs, are extremely expressive, often betraying the dragon's emotions and thoughts. Rakashi also has a severe case of self-degradiation. He sees himself as inferior both subconciously and actively in his actions and habits. He never speaks out or even speaks at all unless addressed, he always mumbles and stutters, his gaze is usually down at his feet, and he just can't seem to bring himself to say "no" to people. He views everything that he has done and accomplished as inferior despite his obvious skill and power. This sense of never being good enough was what led such a clear pacifist to attain the destructive power he now helds. However, around people he trusts and calls friend, he tends to act more "himself".
Rakashi is well versed in the history of both Toril and the other planes of the multiverse. He enjoys reading, but mostly journals, histories, chronicles and other informative tomes and writings. He is a rather accomplished artisan and enchanter, having practiced and made items of art and magic for centuries (in fact, more than 50% of his hoard is things he himself made). However he has stopped producing magic items as of late, though he still enjoys sculpting and carving.
Rakashi is something of a horizon walker. He has, in his life, traveled across almost all over Faerun. He has learned from the travels many languages, both dead and still in use, customs, many odd manner of animals and beasts, and something of how empires tick. However this has not helped him socially, thus leaving him still very softspoken and not very assertive. He cannot handle himself well in conversations, especially if it's with more than one person, and he can't seem to bring himself to speak against others.
Rakashi has been in love only once, some four thousand years ago, and with the heavy guilt of the murder of the woman he had come to love, he's never been able to forgive himself or move on. The very reason his humanoid forms looks so monsterous and demonic is just to punish himself for what he did. "I am to look as what I am--a monster," is what he'd said on that dreadful night of the Feast of the Moon.
Loki
Name(s) Loki, The White Wolf
Race Werewolf
Measurements
-Height: 5' 10''
-Weight: 131 lbs
Age 28
Coloration
(human)
-Pale skin
-Dusty white hair
-Empty grey eyes
(wolf/hybrid)
-white fur with black patches
-Empty grey eyes
Body Temperature 98.7 F
Blood Relatives All dead
Class Fighter 16/Dragonstalker 10
Special
-Devil scythe: Loki wields a scythe possessed by a pit fiend. The devil wishes to dominate the lycanthrope, but Loki's will has proved time and again to be too strong for the devil. The pit fiend still tries to take over Loki, feeding him power through the scythe and slowly giving light to the infernal might it could bring to him. Currently Loki now has access to hellfire, regeneration and immunities and resistances to elemental damage. Loki can also use inflict critical wounds 7/day and hellsphere swarm 3/day.
-Alternate form: Loki can take the form of a dire wolf or a wolf/man hybrid. Once during a full moon, Loki can take a werewolf lord hybrid form instead of a standard werewolf hybrid.
-Curse of Lycanthropy: A bite from Loki carries with it the lycanthropy curse.
Personal Information
Loki is a being of steel. He is cold and collected, often showing little emotion and when that mask does crack, it is usually to unleash anger that he could not hold back. His mind is sharp and quick, yet such a quality is often a double edge. While he makes decisions quickly and soundly, his courses of actions usually lead to the displeasure or, more likely, death of another. He is apathetic to the extreme, caring not for other beings. It is a wonder he can even hold a companionship, such as that with the killoren dragonstalker Atouz'l.
Loki grew up a hunter. Often going out with little more than a sword, a bow and a quiver of arrows, he'd often leave the tribe that was his home during his younger years for days on end, whetting his thirst for blood and his hunger to prey. Yet even though he was one of the most skilled and precise hunters of the lycanthrope tribe, his father had never acknowledged him in any way. While his mother was caring and supportive, Loki still grew up disposessed and cold. To say he had no friends would be a huge understatement. He had been an outcast, the ivory killing machine that lived only to kill. A spawn of the cursed Malar. And when the village was ransacked by knights in platinum mail and wielding silvered weapons, Loki showed what some might consider his "true colors" by taking up the blade sacred to Selune the Moon Goddess and devastated the attackers to their village. However, when the young werewolf learned of his mother's death in the raid, he soon left home, and with the relic of their goddess no less.
He'd shown promise as a divine champion of Selune, but he was far too murderous. And yet he shunned the bestial Malar, choosing to live in solitude and in bloodshed in a remote forest region, taking no god as his own. As its apparent, he is not very religious, though he does revere the moon for its power over his blood.
Currently he is own hunting dragons. The reasons for this is very simple--a dragon has stollen his sacred sword, and he will do anything to get it back, even if that means becoming the apprentice to an ancient slayer of dragonkind. Loki is a fast learner, though it is hardly surprising that he'd pick up a new form of killing quickly. The werewolf expects that this training would give him the edge against Jostalphin, and thus he will not stop until he is sure he can bring the sunwyrm down from his lofty perch of self-assuredness and superiority. If only he could get the blasted devil inhabiting his scythe under control...
Derek Stormblade
Name(s) Derek Stormblade
Race Human
Measurements
-Height: 5' 1''
-Weight: 121 lbs
Age 17
Coloration
-Auburn hair
-Crimson eyes
-Somewhat pale skin
Body Temperature 99.8 F
Blood Relatives All dead
Class Rogue 15/Assassin 9/Divine Seeker of Garyx 7
Special
-Wrath of Garyx: Derek has a strong affinity with fire and is immune to fire damage. Once per day, he can call upon the raw destructive force of Garyx to envelope him, allowing him to cast fire abilities as if he were a flame savant.
-Spell-like abilities: At will control flame, firestride, absorb weapon, 3/day fire ball, flame sphere, flame blade, 1/day fire storm
Personal Information
A fiery young lad in more ways that one, the speed of his wit is only surpassed by his hands. He is a very skilled thief and assassin, but his words often give him away or his snide comments get him into trouble where his stealth had gotten him out. However he is still young, only seventeen years old, and thus is still learning, though his is loathe to admit it.
Derek grew up poor and destitute, his mother dead and his father a slave to a Thayan tharcion. He often went four or five days without food, drinking what stagnant water he could find in the slums of Thay. That is until one day he learned that pick-pocketing was amazingly easy. Eight years old, and he could cut a purse string or snatch a wallet with amazing skill and speed, and he lived off his stolen findings for three years until, one day, he was finally caught in the act.
A young child couldn't possible have known that Red Wizards enspell their money purses, and thus it was that the little cutpurse tried stealing away with a pouch fat with gold only for his hands and face to be confronted by a burst of fire. He'd managed to avoid the worst of it, but his intentions had been revealed, and the Red Wizard's mutated bodyguards had come upon him with steel drawn. The youth surprised the wizard by snatching up one of the creatures that had once been human's knife and had managing to hold them off single-handedly. Intrigued and impressed, the Red Mage had promised to give the young thief work--for money, of course. Relieved, Derek quickly agreed, and he even got to keep the knife.
It was then that for a few years Derek worked for the Red Wizard, who turned out to be the major power behind a notorious thieves guild and knew potential when he saw it. Trained to be as skilled a thief and cutthroat as he could be, Derek stole and killed for money until he was seventeen. (He took his first life when he was thirteen.)
On a mission to steal a certain overly-bejeweled staff--one that would give him a very high and lofty standing in the guild-- he ran into trouble. He had slipped past security with ease, of course, but it was taking the staff that was the hard part. It turned out that a recruit from another, albeit foreign organization of thieves had sent their own thief to snatch up the scepter, a halfling by the name of Melopee Whisperfoot. They fought over who had rightfully stolen it, and thus who it belonged to, when guards stormed the room. The scepter had been set up as a trap to ensnare would-be thieves, and lo and behold, there stood two! With each thief keeping one hand on the scepter, the two fought their way through the guardsmen and escaped through the sewers. Never once did they let go of the staff.
Eventually they came to rest somewhere within the musty old sewer system, exhausted and frustrated equally. They argued for a while, their shouts ringing throughout the rough worked, waste-filled tunnels. This loud bickering had attracted a carrion crawler infested with a demonic presence, and the horrid beast caught the two rogues by surprise. It ensnared Melopee with one of its paralyzing tentacles, yet missed getting Derek. Petrified and helpless, Melopee could not move, let alone free herself or even keep hold of the staff. Derek had the perfect chance to escape, yet he couldn't leave the young halfling woman to die by the toothy maw of the carrion crawler. Gritting his teeth, Derek fought off the carrion crawler, dropping the staff in the process, until the demonic beast fled, bleeding from many wounds. The two have been partners ever since.
...Because they lost the scepter, and their guilds kicked them out...
Anglysisschanthrii
Name(s) Anglysisschanthrii, Anglysiss, Mother
Race Shadow dragon
Measurements
-Body Length: 84' 6''
-Wingspan: 133' 10''
-Height: 11' 4''
-Weight: 7,753 lbs
Age 37,000+
Coloration
-Black scales
-Dusty grey horns
-Blue eyes
-Dark grey wing and frill membranes
-Violet forked tongue
Body Temperature 82.1 F
Blood Relatives (Sons) Rakashi, Jostalphin
Class Dragon Ascendant 12
Special
-Shadow dragon traits: Anglysiss is immune to negative levels, paralysis and sleep effects.
-Ascended: Anglysiss is nearly a demigod, in a sense. She as, in her "death", transcended mortal coil and has slowly been gaining power as a dragon ascendant in her solitude. She is immune to transmutation and necromancy effects, death by overwhelming damage, and her aura of fear instills both panic and awe in her foes while giving courage and morale to her allies.
-Spell-like abilities: 3/day mirror image, create shadows, 1/day shadow walk
Personal Information
(incomplete)
Mrrysu
Name(s) Mrrysu, Knowing Rain (translation of his name into Common)
Race Catfolk
Measurements
-Height: 5' 8''
-Weight: 117 lbs
Age 16
Coloration
-White fur with black spots
-Green eyes
-Black hair
Body Temperature 98.8 F
Blood Relatives Nerress, Ryssn, Lessi, Ssren, Kii, Myrr, Kenss
Class Sorcerer 6
Special
(incomplete)
View User's Journal
Rakashi's Chronicles
Mere typings-downs that I decide to make public, I guess. I doubt it will be anything beyond stuff about my rp stuff, but, hey, you never know...!
 |
