Here goes mine, Aaron Quel'thalas. Here's a snippet of his race, the Drothei, taken from the OOC thread: "A bit about the Drothei physiognomy ... The elves stand at the same height as a human, albeit with slightly lankier bodies. They have pale, milky blue skin, that almost seems see-through. Their sharp faces and knife-hewn edges, sport pure red, deep-set eyes, perpetual bags found underneath them. Their voices rarely go very deep, instead staying quite clear.
The main reason they are so well suited for the desert life is their low body temperature, due to the fact that they're cold-blooded. Due to this, they can carry much and wear many layers of clothing without breaking a sweat. The travellers of this race indeed wear many clothing, sporting a tradition that any gift given to them from people who have extended their hospitality to them must be worn; meaning that the great travellers or olden days would be laden with trinkets, scarves, and other signs of friendship.
Their red eyes can peer far off into the distance, and their keen, pointed ears can pick up sounds very well, determining their source even if carried by the wind. These attributes have made them excellent hunters, and they survive as best as they can content with their little, sandy haven."
And here's the bio ...
Name: Aaron Quel'thalas; the "Loremaster"
Age: 116 years has Aaron roamed Ish'gralah
Race: Drothei
Gender: Male
Appearance: Deep, foggy red eyes, inlaid deeply in a sharp-edged skull, stare in the eye of the sharp desert winds, as it carries not only its ageless complaint, but also the stinging sands of the deserts, the drop of water in the ocean of the Ish'gralah* expanse. A slight stubble from lonesome travels through the emptiness of these lands surround a thin-lipped mouth, set in a neutral expression, though one that conveys a type of empathy, or sympathy. Indeed, Aaron's soul is open to all, and his ear is there for anyone who wish to lament of their sorrows, for having lived so many, the Drothei can more than understand them.
A mane of cloudy white hair, the fringe braided and tied up at the back of his head, crowns his knife-hewn face, and the sides of this crop of hair are hooked behind his long light blue ears. The very end of the back of this hair is kept tied up by a thick brown band.
A large, sandy-beige robe covers a lean and scar-covered body, the back extending to his knees, and the sleeves of this tied at mid-forearm by a simple leather band on each arm. Thick brown bands cover the Loremaster's palms and first knuckle, creeping up to the man's creased wrists. Around Aaron's neck are draped many scarves, some small and tight to his neck, and another wide and sagging low down to his chest.
One such keffiyeh, a washed-out crimson in colour, is kept knotted at the back of his neck, and droops down to his stomach, while another one, grey and ornately-sewn, is wrapped around his neck and the ends are let loose down the front of his chest. Other small bandannas and such are draped across his shoulders or around his thin neck, tokens from those who've lent him cover for a night, and the food from their hearth. Also, a simple leather ammo belt is also draped around his neck, bearing the bullets of his staff.
A coarse Dhog**-hide open-fronted vest is worn underneath the previously-mentioned robe, the only other cover the man wears on his upper body. For leg wear, Aaron wears expensive black leather and oiled pants, tucked over equally expensive desert boots (cowboy boots) of Varn*** hide, patterned with the motifs of the sea tribes, from whence the boots come. Holding the pants up is a thick utility belt, made of leather and bearing many pouches, holding a few bullet pouches, a small handful of crystals, and more importantly, a few water skins and carved out gourds, and, strapped on a bandoleer about himself, a few packs of food and camping equipment.
Weapons & Equipment: For weapons, Aaron's wields first of all his hand-made chitin staff, a seven-foot-long pole of hardened, fire-glazed chitin. Inside this staff is a simple bullet-firing mechanism, allowing for a single bullet to be shot at a high velocity, before having to be manually reloaded. A small trigger jutting out of the staff is what activates this.
The Loremaster also keeps a bone-carved knife sheathed on his utility belt, but more importantly, relies on his psionic prowess. Indeed, Quel'thalas wields rather amazing psionic powers, being able to send enemies flying back with a simple thrust of his palm, of blocking bullets by simply willing a shield around his person, or even absorbing hits to redirect them upon his opponents. Of course, Aaron's powers are not unlimited, and the Drothei will first rely of his melee skills and the single bullet of his staff.
Bio: Little is known of Aaron Quel'thals' childhood, and early life, it's suspected that he led the normal life of a Drothei child, most likely son to a tribe hunter, but little is set in stone. Aaron made a name for himself through his travels, through his tales, through the knowledge, the "Lore" that he amassed over the years, learning all the history of the land from the few and far-between Loremasters still alive in that day. Thus, he has amassed a great deal of knowledge concerning the lore of the land and its history.
Throughout his long years, Aaron has roamed the desolate lands of Ish'gralah, and so, on top of his amazing knowledge of history and laws, also knows a great deal about the faun and flora of the land. All in all, he's a well rounded guy.
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*The Ish'gralah is the desert Aaron and all his race hails from.
** Dhog: "The Dhog ... faithful companion to the Drothei, an individual among its owner's family. These beasts stand at about hip height, and make excellent beasts of burden, and fine friends during lonesome travels. They are very pacific in nature, and as omnivores, can survive on both plant life and meat. Domesticated as they have been, they will never attack a Drothei unless incredibly alarmed, rabid, or in pup and feeling in danger.
These creatures can accept up to two riders, and quietly potter along on padded feet, their horns usually clipped, but if needed, these can be used to skewer enemies. A simple riding saddle is needed, or else the rider will have a hard time not only staying on during the gallop, but also regaining feeling in his buttocks !"
Piccie of a few Dhogs***Varn: Ah, yes, the dreaded Varn ... the fearsome predator and scavenger of the dunes. This quick-footed beast, when standing, is just under hip-height. It will blend with the sand, using its red/beige colour to its advantage, lying prone until a tasty morsel passes by, before leaping at it and tearing it apart with its wicked, razor-sharp claws and mouth-horn. The saliva it secretes is very acidic, and coats its main "horn", a retractable sting that juts out of its upper jaw. Its mouth is small, and sparsely toothed, so instead, it pours its saliva onto its prey, slowly dissolving it before sucking it up.
It'll do just the same with carcasses it might find on its way, though their decomposed state will render dissolution far more easy, and far more quick. This hunter travels alone, and is not so much territorial, but it rather hates company. It attacks just about anything it can eat on sight, but leaves larger creatures alone. Few Varns have been tamed, though attempts have been made. The results were usually rather bloody ...
Piccie of a Varn---
Sorry for the huge wall of text, I know it's too much, and the info about the Dhog and Varn aren't really important at all, but I eflt like adding them there, just to show off, y'know ?
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