NAME: Ja'quar AGE: 21 HEIGHT: 1m67 or 5'6" WEIGHT: 54 kg or 119 lbs HAIR: Very dark blonde (almost black) with some hint of very early greyness, extending into his neck. Sweaty and untidy due to humid conditions. Tied into a pony tail to keep them out of his face. EYES: Brown GENDER: Male
CHARACTER BIO:
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Ja'quar has no true father, for his mother was a common prostitute. She worked in the city of Caldeum in one of the cheaper brothels. With avarage looks she had nothing that made her stand out of the crowd, but she wasn't shied away either. Her attitude however made her one of the less liked employees, so when she was conceived she got little help to cope with it.
Her love interest at that time was a bog scourer: he searched the bogs to the south for fallen adventurers and stripped them bare leaving their desecrated bodies in the swamp to rot. He didn't earn much respect among his fellow humans this way, but his wealth was vast which was all that mattered.
He volunteered to watch over her and the child. She was no fool, so for the last stages of pregnancy she continued to live of Ja?quar?s father?s back. When the child was born she quickly got back in shape to work again. When the boy was about 1 year old she severed all ties to the men and went on to live her own life.
In the years that followed Ja?quar?s father tried to do all he could in educating the young boy. Being a sly one himself, he taught the boy ways to present himself in a way he was not. He taught him to lie and cheat with a straight face and said it was okay if you helped others that way. He also taught the boy how to work leather so he could have more time roaming the bogs for bodies.
This was the way the boy grew up, self sufficient and ingenious. He didn?t have a hard time making friends due to his social skills, but he did see how everybody around him started to despise his dad more and more. One day his father returned with a paranoid look on his face carrying a small box. He ran past the boy and quickly hid the cache. A few hours later a handful of guards entered the house and searched the place top to bottom. When they found the cache they accused the man of stealing of noble. When Ja?quar?s father said in his defense that had only found these items in the bog the judicial system ruled that he was to be exiled from Caldeum and live in the swamps till eternity.
At 10 years of age Ja?quar?s life seemed to vanish in smoke. He went with his father to live in the march of Caldeum and learned how to survive in such treacherous conditions. From him he learned how to set snares, how to kill and how to fight. He learned the ways of surviving in the swamps as normal man would.
When his father returned one day with a face as pale as a ghost. The fourteen year old Ja?quar knew better than to ask and let him be. His father couldn?t sleep for days on end and when he seemed about to snap a couple of pale men appeared at their doorstep. ?You disturbed the balance of Trag-Oul, for that you shall be punished?, one them said. ?Please, I have a son?, pleaded the father, ?do not let him grow up as an orphan. At the very least, take him into your midst when you take me away.? A flash of white later his body slumped to the floor. The men looked at Ja?quar, whose face was contorted with shock, grief, anger and guilt. ?Come?, the same person said said, and somehow Ja?quar could only follow.
As an apprentice of the cult of Rathma he never fully trusted them. He only admired them. These people used everything as tools, even life and death were in their hands. He watched their surgical precision; he observed their mathematical analysis of cost and benefit. And in such a way he began to adopt their way of life. He looked around him and learned only the things he deemed useful.
But still he didn?t trust them. He didn?t like them. He didn?t want them. He hated how they were always reserved in their actions; everything somehow needed to be in balance with Trag-Oul?s whishes. His servitude to the dragon was something he didn?t find useful, so he never adopted it. With guile he made others believe, but once he knew everything he wanted to know, he left.
The others didn?t stop him, he was not important enough. His knowledge only extended to the animating of dead bodies, a minor aspect of the Cult. However, for Ja?quar this knowledge was all he needed. Living in the swamps had given him enough skills to survive on small prey, but trapping large pray in a circle of shambling carcasses was something he found much more appealing.
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STRENGTHS: Controlling the undead, fighting in swamps/dense terrain, lying WEAKNESSES: Man to man combat, open ground, hard to trust others
HOW YOUR CHARACTER WAS CAPTURED: not applicable
WEAPONS: A dagger: it's light and small, so it doesn't get in the way very often. When he reanimates he needs to have a hand or both his hands free, depending on the intensity.
CLOTHING/ARMOR: Tight leather clothes, minimizing the chance to stick to branches.
TEXT COLOUR: It's DarkSlateGray
I know the image says rogue, but that's just how he looks.
NAME: Ja'quar
AGE: 21
HEIGHT: 1m67 or 5'6"
WEIGHT: 54 kg or 119 lbs
HAIR: Very dark blonde (almost black) with some hint of very early greyness, extending into his neck. Sweaty and untidy due to humid conditions. Tied into a pony tail to keep them out of his face.
EYES: Brown
GENDER: Male
CHARACTER BIO:
[spoil]
Ja'quar has no true father, for his mother was a common prostitute. She worked in the city of Caldeum in one of the cheaper brothels. With avarage looks she had nothing that made her stand out of the crowd, but she wasn't shied away either. Her attitude however made her one of the less liked employees, so when she was conceived she got little help to cope with it.
Her love interest at that time was a bog scourer: he searched the bogs to the south for fallen adventurers and stripped them bare leaving their desecrated bodies in the swamp to rot. He didn't earn much respect among his fellow humans this way, but his wealth was vast which was all that mattered.
He volunteered to watch over her and the child. She was no fool, so for the last stages of pregnancy she continued to live of Ja?quar?s father?s back. When the child was born she quickly got back in shape to work again. When the boy was about 1 year old she severed all ties to the men and went on to live her own life.
In the years that followed Ja?quar?s father tried to do all he could in educating the young boy. Being a sly one himself, he taught the boy ways to present himself in a way he was not. He taught him to lie and cheat with a straight face and said it was okay if you helped others that way. He also taught the boy how to work leather so he could have more time roaming the bogs for bodies.
This was the way the boy grew up, self sufficient and ingenious. He didn?t have a hard time making friends due to his social skills, but he did see how everybody around him started to despise his dad more and more. One day his father returned with a paranoid look on his face carrying a small box. He ran past the boy and quickly hid the cache. A few hours later a handful of guards entered the house and searched the place top to bottom. When they found the cache they accused the man of stealing of noble. When Ja?quar?s father said in his defense that had only found these items in the bog the judicial system ruled that he was to be exiled from Caldeum and live in the swamps till eternity.
At 10 years of age Ja?quar?s life seemed to vanish in smoke. He went with his father to live in the march of Caldeum and learned how to survive in such treacherous conditions. From him he learned how to set snares, how to kill and how to fight. He learned the ways of surviving in the swamps as normal man would.
When his father returned one day with a face as pale as a ghost. The fourteen year old Ja?quar knew better than to ask and let him be. His father couldn?t sleep for days on end and when he seemed about to snap a couple of pale men appeared at their doorstep. ?You disturbed the balance of Trag-Oul, for that you shall be punished?, one them said. ?Please, I have a son?, pleaded the father, ?do not let him grow up as an orphan. At the very least, take him into your midst when you take me away.? A flash of white later his body slumped to the floor. The men looked at Ja?quar, whose face was contorted with shock, grief, anger and guilt. ?Come?, the same person said said, and somehow Ja?quar could only follow.
As an apprentice of the cult of Rathma he never fully trusted them. He only admired them. These people used everything as tools, even life and death were in their hands. He watched their surgical precision; he observed their mathematical analysis of cost and benefit. And in such a way he began to adopt their way of life. He looked around him and learned only the things he deemed useful.
But still he didn?t trust them. He didn?t like them. He didn?t want them. He hated how they were always reserved in their actions; everything somehow needed to be in balance with Trag-Oul?s whishes. His servitude to the dragon was something he didn?t find useful, so he never adopted it. With guile he made others believe, but once he knew everything he wanted to know, he left.
The others didn?t stop him, he was not important enough. His knowledge only extended to the animating of dead bodies, a minor aspect of the Cult. However, for Ja?quar this knowledge was all he needed. Living in the swamps had given him enough skills to survive on small prey, but trapping large pray in a circle of shambling carcasses was something he found much more appealing.
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STRENGTHS: Controlling the undead, fighting in swamps/dense terrain, lying
WEAKNESSES: Man to man combat, open ground, hard to trust others
HOW YOUR CHARACTER WAS CAPTURED: not applicable
WEAPONS: A dagger: it's light and small, so it doesn't get in the way very often. When he reanimates he needs to have a hand or both his hands free, depending on the intensity.
CLOTHING/ARMOR: Tight leather clothes, minimizing the chance to stick to branches.
TEXT COLOUR: It's DarkSlateGray
I know the image says rogue, but that's just how he looks.
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