Uagra "The Cold Fury"
Age:
30
Sexuality:
Asexual
Race:
Human possessed by a Djinn
Affiliation:
Pirate first mate (loyal to the captain and himself)
Appearance:
Personality:
A lot can be said of Uagra, but perhaps most important is that he's respectful and reflective. Of course, he's also companionably, compassionate and sympathetic, but in smaller doses, he can be called cold, selfish and overly critical of others. A man of few words unless he is asked for his opinion and never one to lie, it is easy to see why many of the people trust him so easily.
His respect though, this is what she's most popular for. Friends frequently count on this and her protective nature in times of need. Always one to keep a level head and serious demeanor in even the direst of situations, lead to those around to rely on him heavily. This is a trait he takes great pride in.
Like:
+being bare foot+
+Traveling+
+Being around friends+
+Training+
+Meditating+
+Gathering Knowledge+
Dislikes:
-Pointless Arguing-
-being drunk-
-dragging out a fight longer than needed-
-being in one spot for long periods of time-
-shoes-
Hobbies:
+Dancing+
+Fishing+
+Sparring+
Fears:
-being trapped in confined spaces-
-not fulling his dream-
Secrets:
He can talk to the Djinn within him when he meditates.
His ultimate goal is to find a way to free the Djinn.
He is the sole survivor of a massacre of his people.
Weapons:
and throwing knifes
Equipment
Abilities:
Uagra is a master martial artist choosing to fight without a weapon. Yet if a battle requires it he will rely on a sword that allows him to channel the inner Djinn and gain access to powerful fire magic. Unfortunately, if he uses this power for too long he risks passing out.
The magic he can use while channeling the Djinn are as followed.
Firewall, Fireball, fire cage. There are others but he has not learned how to properly use them.
Bio:
Uagra grew up in a small desert village in a distant country. Despite rough conditions of his homeland, he was happy. Yet as these stories go that happiness never lasts. When he was 8 a Prince from a nearby kingdom appeared in search of a wish-granting artifact. When the people refused to reveal the location the prince sent his men to slaughter everyone. Uagra ran as fast as he could hoping to find some form of sanctuary.
Suddenly his body went numb as a spear pierced his chest. Falling lifelessly to the ground, his gaze up toward the sun. He knew his life would soon be coming to an end. However, even with his dying breath, he wished for the salvation, not for himself but for his people.
"I can save you." A voice echoed in the corner of his mind. "Your spirit is strong, strong enough to call me to you."
"No...save my family, my people. Please!" he shouted to the unknown form.
"I can not. For you are all that is left."
Tears streamed down his face at the revelation of his people. "Why...why did this have to happen? Why did this befall us? We were good people weren't we?"
"Yes, you were all righteous people, so you must survive."
At the entities words, Uagra's body felt warm as something entered him and pain slowly left him. When his eyes opened next he stood above the burning army of the prince, a sword in his hand ready to end the life of the destroyer of his people.
After the aftermath of his people's demise, he set out on his own to try and find a new way to live. This leads him to a port town where he meets a group of pirates. Seeing this as an opportunity to expand his horizon he left with them.