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Djarren

"Jack of all trades, master of none. Certainly better than a master of one."

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a character in “Chronicles of Valore”, as played by HitoriRaven

Groups

"We are the Blade, the Mind, and the Shadow."

Description

Acolyte of the guild The Remnants of the Circle.

A blue-skinned dragonkin with long black hair and purple eyes. He has two slim horns protruding from the back of his head to about small-of-back level. Djarren tends to wear a simple pair of breeches and a shirt, usually with a cloak over the top. In his bag, he has robes that were gifted to him from his parents.

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Credits to Arluar for the pic. <3

Personality: Cheerful, and eager to learn like most of his kind...until he gets distracted by a butterfly.

Equipment/Skills:
20 years since being born.

Crossbow/ Crossbow Mastery: "If I gotta fight, I'd rather fight away from everyone." Started at 9 years of age, one of his only continuous skills. This is one thing he is considerably proficient at.

Short sword/ Blade Mastery: "Erm...I can swing it?" 6 months of training. Can hold and block with it if necessary.

Alchemy/ Arcane Alchemy: "My chemistry teacher was crazy." From young to 10 - part of basic education. Djarren can make basic potions and the like.

Herbalism: "That stops pain, and -- don't eat that!" He knows certain edible plants, and some poisonous ones.

Basic Education: "I can't stare at the books for that long!" Forced education, 10 years.

Arcane Magic Mastery: "Dad and Mom wanted me to learn it..." Whole life. Despite hating studying, he simply is quite proficient. Can use cantrips, and certain higher level attack spells. Boil Water, Blank Pages, Imitate Voice, Imitate Appearance, Project Sound, various small spells.

History
Djarren was born to an arcane mage father and mother. He has a natural aptitude for learning it, but found that he couldn't focus on simply one thing, as dragonkin tend to do. Instead, he follows his own path, staying where he pleases and learning what he likes. He is a self-proclaimed jack-of-all-trades.

So begins...

Djarren's Story

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The teenager who looked to be about eighteen-ish came at the woman's call. Of course, he wasn't exactly your typical human teen, at least, not completely human. The dragonkin slowly stepped forward towards the woman, staring at her curiously. He gave a small shudder at the way she seemed to look at him, but managed to walk forward bravely.

Djarren had been called, and come he did, closing the door gently behind him. The light melted into his sky-blue skin, and glinted off the not-so-common horns on the back of his head. He stepped cautiously. What could the highest ranking person in the guild want with a new arrival? It might be commonplace, and yet there was much he did not know.

"Y-yes, Miss..erm...Chronicler." he stumbled over the title, struggling to remember the word he had heard only a few times. There were two others, but they did not seem to be present. He stared towards her chest, more so that he would not meet her gaze than because of any perverted notion.

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"Madame Volantis, then." he said firmly. Djarren managed to compose himself as his eyes followed her body, however temporarily. He wasn't just any child, he was a dragonkin, and that had to mean something. Despite the nervousness bubbling in his chest, there was also an excitement, the excitement to learn something he didn't know before. He was aware of his attention deficit, as his eyes flickered across the room, taking in what he had not before, which included the rest of Farith.

He gave another shiver as her hand touched his face, but as calmly as possible met her gaze. God, was that weird. Did all guild leaders find random reasons to touch their new recruits? This would be noted for later reference.

"Thank you, Madame Volantis." he replied. "I hope to serve and gather information well under you." He gave a quick bow to break the eye contact briefly. Her emphasis on his race's name rang a bit strange, but who was he to question the leader? The stroking was getting a little weird. He couldn't hold back one more shiver at the cold and discomfort of the touch.

"Is there anything you would like to know of, Madame?" he inquired, simply to cover up how creeped out he was.

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It wasn't necessarily spell, but there was something in the air between the two. Djarren gave a small smile, shifting his feet as he felt her slightly hidden gaze upon him. Farith was eyeing him almost like a predator and its prey, and he felt the urge to bolt off away, into the outside and be anywhere, anywhere but there.

And then the feeling passed. Despite the heavy feeling, he had to say something. "Apologies, Madame Volantis, I did not study much history before my travels. I only know so much, however, I will be happy to tell you anything I know." he offered, flinching at the word blood. Strange place to focus on, but maybe she was just genuinely curious about his race.

"I hope that you will teach me something as well, Madame. I come to learn as well as to give." He gave her his best shot at friendly grin, but hoping that it wouldn't be insubordinate. Thankfually, the cold feeling was gone from his limbs, and he quickly brought his hands together instinctively, rubbing them.

Nervously shifting again under her stare, he quietly returned it, unsure of her intentions, trying to read under her eyes. Something was different about this woman, and he intended to find out, sooner or later, what it was.

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As if to offer some consolation for her disappointment with him, he quickly added, "I did learn ten years worth, so I hope that will be enough to offer to guild." Indeed, how could he possibly tell her that he had gotten bored of his studies when it seemed they were extremely treasured? This statement came with a reassuring smile, hoping to get back into Farith's good graces. He did not want to disappoint the guild leader right off the bat.

"Ah, is that so? I hope to stay a bit longer and get acquainted with this hall and our wonderful leader before setting off." A little flattery never hurt anyone, and he had also learned of the former Chronicler's demise. Which was immediately catalogued somewhere in Djarren's brain for future reference.

"Indeed, the one thing besides schoolwork that my parents managed to teach me, was..." Rather than say it, Djarren concentrated on the cloak that had fallen earlier, and mumbled a few words under his breath. The cloak lifted up and flew over into his outstretched hand. In a slightly overdramatic gesture, he gave a small bow and offered her the cloak.

"I was hoping to continue my studies in magic, Madame."