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Falön Rix Bene

"What is this thing you call 'fear'?"

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a character in “Wake the White Wolf”, as played by STimore

Description

Name: Falön Rix Bene [Fah-LOAN RYEZ BANE]
Nickname: Jag
Sex: Genderless
Age: 279
Occupation: None
Race: Minor Elemental
Magic: None


Abilities: A funny little creature, it possesses control over electrical currents. Perhaps most would imagine it raining lighting and storm on the earth below, but it is neither capable of such, nor something of much use. Instead, Jag retains the ability to interpret and effect the natural electrical currents that modern scientists would call synopses. A difficult, precise, not to mention undocumented art, Jag requires close proximity to the affected. It can not so much read a mind, as record the pulses that represent current thoughts, and attempt to translate the given info. Due to the muddled mannered and enigmatic nature of brain activity, Jag can understand very little of the input received. Usually, it takes note of consistent, repeating electrical patterns to identify a certain word or phrase, rather then attempting to make sense of it all. As for affecting choices, this requires considerably more energy, and physical contact to attempt, and isn't compliant to a modern day view of mind control. Using its own electrical impulses, Jag can confuse or alter the synopsy of other beings, to a small degree. As it improves, Jag will get better, but for now, usually sticks to itself, using its powers to disarm hostile travelers long enough to flee. It has a spattering of other abilities, including incomparable speed. As the saying goes, 'light is faster than sound,' as well as just about everything else. At top speeds, the heat and energy created by the elemental can kill surrounding creatures. IT is because of this, that it tends to stick to easier, less fatal forms of travel.

Physical Description

Having evolved from a race that existed on a purely sentient level, Jag's physical appearance tends to be a somewhat neglected facet of itself. Retaining a humanoid form, its frame is thin, to the extent of appearing malnourished by human standards, with slender limbs that often hang at its side, as if it has forgotten they are there. Jag's long legs end in short feet, with five webbed toes, and scaled bottoms. Its hands are much like that of humans, except for two extra digits on each, allowing for six fingers and two pairs of thumbs. One thumb is on either side of the hand, several inches above the interior and exterior of the wrist.
With narrow shoulders and an arch-less spine, its body is reminiscent of a young child, picking out favorite creatures, and attempting to combine them. Its tail is long, with a layer of stiff, but fluid scales, and has a sharp, scythe like protrusion near to the end, composed of ivory. Its face is usually covered by a rough, primitive mask, beneath which, lays two, round, feline eyes, both bright yellow in color, set in a smooth, flat face. Two short, white, blunt horns are fixed on its scalp, vertically align with the pupils of its eyes eyes. Its ears, while in the same location as those of humans, extend above its head, and resemble those of a bats, or perhaps a Fennec fox. It uses its hearing and sense of smell above other senses, but will exploit its inferred vision to avoid other creatures. Capable of speech, it finds words a very limited form of expression, and prefers silence to talking. Its only additional features are its long, black hair, tied back in a braid, and its skin is pale blue-grey.

Personality/History

Considering its disconcerting physical appearance, Jag's social skills are not exactly acclamaited. It is not capable of expiriencing loneliness, fear, or jealousy, and tends to be a generally peaceful creature. If one were familiar with it, they would learn to recognize that its grasp of happiness is different then most others, and, within its own expression, a rather cheerful being. It is young for its kind, making it restless, and curious in the extreme. It will aid lost travelers, but has a habit of stealing small trinkets. Jag has limited understanding of personal boundaries, space, or privacy. It is blatant, childlike, and does not lie, because it does not occur to it to do so.

Equipment

Jag dresses in a very disordered manner, preferring brightly colored clothes and vibrant patterns. With no concept of gender, it tends to dress comically. However, to avoid detection, it usually sticks to a simple, brown, frock coat, over short trousers and a pale lavender blouse. It doesn't wear shoes, and is ridiculously attached to a striped woolen scarf. It carries no weapons except for simple bone knives.

Likes:

Bright colors, nickknacks, sweet food, soft fabrics, puzzles

Dislikes:

Hostile creatures, loud noises, snow

So begins...

Falön Rix Bene's Story

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Kaijuu sat, staring into the dying embers of the fire. She was still wondering whether to stay and keep an eye on Argus or leave now and exact her revenge. Every time she looked at the two strangers that had intruded on their camp her mind told her to leave. Argus was a strong man and he could handle himself if these two decided to attack and besides, it wasn't like she owed him anything. She had given him the Dwarven Ale and he had given her the information she sought. As far as she cared they were even. Most importantly, he had tried to kill her! Why would she not only want to stay with, but protect, the man who had just minutes ago tried to end her life?

But there was something about the terrified look in his eyes after he had attacked her, the way he backed away and even apologized that made her question both his strength and his sanity. If he was crazy then the story he told her could have just been a madman's ravings and she would be wasting her time going all the way to the mountains. But if he wasn't crazy and the story was true her staying would give the ogres a chance to leave and she'd have to hope that they'll leave clues as to where they're going on the mountain. Also, there was something else. She was curious as to just what it was that had taken over Argus and made him attack her. Was it the sudden appearance of the strangers or was a just insane. She had never cared much for finding out why people did the things they did but this had caught her attention. She wanted to know what had happened to him and more importantly, why.

Kai made up her mind, she would stay with Argus until she found out what had made him act that way. Whether he liked it or not Argus had just gotten himself a new traveling companion. She blinked twice and looked around. She had been thinking for quite some time and she wasn't sure what had been going on while she was lost in her thoughts. The strangers were still to her left and she decided to ignore them for now but it looked like Argus had gone back in his tent. He hand't answered her questions but it didn't bother her, she'd have all the time in the world to ask him now. She could see him moving around doing who knows what. She doubted he was going to go to sleep not with the experience he just had so she waited outside, prepared for anything.

The setting changes from Mount Haumond to Ethaeri

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Wrex walked to Argus as he spotted him going into the tent. The man looked like a warrior, a warrior who was troubled by something. To others, this may have been something that would have put them off, but to a dragonborn who has taken the creed, it was a call to action. A call to action, as much as it was a curiosity that Wrex had to sate.

Standing at Argus's tent, Wrex looked with interest at the tent, wondering what could bother the human inside. "You are bothered by something, warrior. I will to know what it is so I may be able to figure out whether or not I can aid you." Wrex spoke in his kindest voice, which still sounded like quiet fog horn. After asking his question, Wrex stood up, showing his full size and armor, the sheathed bone sword dangling on his side.

The setting changes from Ethaeri to Mount Haumond

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Argus simply ignored the voice that spoke to him outside the tent, until he heard the being stretch and it's armour chink. He turned around and saw Wrex. He had never seen a Dragonborn, but the Wolf Scholar had told him about them in case of unnecessary confrontation from the limited species. He cautiously stood up and left his tent, before proceeding to sling his knapsack over his shoulder and leaving his encampment, heading north from his camp with all the equipment he needed.

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Kaijuu stood up and followed Argus. Looks like they were leaving tonight, she didn't know where he was headed but she didn't want to ask just yet. She doubted he would be too happy to have an unwanted companion so she decided to keep quiet and try not to be, what was it humans always called her? Ah yes, rude. She tried not to be rude, following him at a safe distance and not speaking. She was disappointed that she hadn't gotten to sleep in the tent but it had gotten ripped and she probably wouldn't have enjoyed sleeping in a drafty tent anyways. Besides, it wasn't even her tent to sleep in and she preferred to sleep outdoors anyways. A tent was a small, confined space with only one way in and one way out. If someone attacked her while she was in there it would be very difficult for her to fight back without setting the whole thing on fire.

She always traveled light so it wasn't difficult for her to simply pick up her belongings and catch up with Argus, leaving the two strangers behind. The warrior had addressed Argus but he had been ignored. She smirked, if Argus acted that way to everyone she could bet he got called 'rude' almost as often as she did. As they walked she stretched her wings, opening and closing them periodically. She almost never transformed into a full human. She usually kept her wings, eyes, and sometimes her claws visible to make it clear to humans, the males in particular, that she was not to be trifled with. She didn't understand why they always thought that just because she resembled a female they could say whatever they wanted to her and keep their lives. It didn't matter, they learned soon enough not to mess with her and some of them even gave her shiny things to leave them alone. She smiled at the memory and looked around, wondering just where Argus was headed in such a hurry. He had been about to go to sleep before his episode but now it looked as if he was ready for an adventure.

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Argus had walked away quickly, before even answering Wrex. Why would any warrior decline aid, or at least speak as to why they can't or won't? This confused him severely. He was used to warriors who kept a neutral respect of everyone and were more than willing to help and be helped.

"I really don't understand what goes through a human's mind." Wrex voiced, not realizing that he was speaking. Why were humans always like that? Wrex thought that dragonborn tended to be proud and prideful. This human, from what Wrex could gather, was far more than any dragonborn that he had ever met.

He then looked to Jag. "You wouldn't happen to understand humans, would you?" Wrex questioned. He expected no answer.

Wrex sat on the ground. He was confused and knew only one thing that could clear his head, meditating. Putting his hands on his knees, he ran through a set of powers he had learned many years ago and repeated many more times. First, his body became surrounded in a dull, cold, white flame that gave ice rather than flames. Next, bolts of lightning began to jump around Wrex's armor, each creating a light blue pulse of light. Then the leaves on the ground began to circle him at waist height.

Now was the time to practice the new magics. First among them was causing the grass to grow around Wrex like a new set of armor, before being blow away from the dragonborn. Then was the increase of raw strength, which after charging up for a few minutes, Wrex used to throw himself through a tree.

Lifting his head, Wrex opened his eyes. He observed, only the moon as his light, the forest. To him, it was beautiful and new. Then Wrex saw the dancing light of fire. It was still, moving as if the floor had caught fire. He could not let the forest burn.

Wrex shot down the forest, ignoring anything but the quickest path to the fire. Bursting from the tree lines, Wrex looked around, seeing that the fire had been held in Kaijuu's mouth. Disappointed in himself for mistaking the flame, Wrex turned, his head hung low.

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| Jag |

Through the emptiness and quiet of the solitude in self, the only emotions left to feel being those that it harbored, did, to its ears, come words for which it had known before.
"..it'll change your life forever." For in this life, not ten thousand moons had passed, but by the mind, ten thousand years, in fact. So Jag turned eyes to the Demon-Man, and the Dragon-Women, and quiet like, burned with intrigue from the days of Before. With memories stretched long over the times now having come and passed, such sounds burned through the mind into its soul. By nature its species was curious, and could, feasibly, live forever in its sentient state. They passed on in energy alone, leaving memories behind to those who require them. Jag's life was merely a blink in eternity, but its past was a glance in the eye of perpetuity. It existed for what was new, discovering and rediscovering things of old. That which could change the life of a dragon, was a mystery of undeniable attraction to its mind. It allowed its thoughts to pass back over its surroundings, watching their receding forms with visual excitement. Although its eyes did not change, its ears twitched, and its tail sway slowly, the ivory tip leaving tiny trenches in the hardened earth.