Theras Altenthrusian

Hunger

• Vital Stats

  • Race: Charonte
  • Class: Fighter-Ranger
  • Alignment: Lawful Evil
  • Deity: Siboea
  • Age: Unknown
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Fit, Well-Toned and Agile.
  • Height: 6' 3"
  • Weight: 217 lbs
  • Complexion: Unblemished
  • Hair: Short and Black
  • Eyes: Left is Icy Blue, Right is a Milky Blue
  • Handedness: Primarily Right
  • Scars: None that are visible
  • Personality: Loyal, Fierce, Protective.
  • Mannerisms: An unconscious twitch when exposed to light or injustice. He taps his chin when in deep thought, and will never notice it unless it is brought up, doesn't even remember he does it.
  • Likes: Siboea, Chicken, Steak, Eating things, Extremely Ingenuitive Bowyers.
  • Dislikes: Being away from Siboea, not being fed, bad tasting bitch-gods.

• Classic D&D Stats

  STR	12	INT	19
  DEX	23	WIS	14
  CON	10	CHA	15

• Description

  A single haunting Icy Blue hued eye gazed around, the other covered by a large form-fitted eyepatch which had an odd, greek engraving upon the center. The straps of the eyepatch ran around his skull, one over the top and the other around the side, the top one pulling up just along the inside of one of the large, curved horns which twisted forward a few inches before suddenly shooting upwards and curving back, the tips nearly coming to a point behind his skull. The other strap shot back along the side of his head, angling up ever so slightly so that it ran right passed one of his twin ears, each of which pulled back from their base a good three or four inches and ended in a half-spade tip. The male's body, while holding an unnatural grace and beauty, was obviously draconic or demonic, or perhaps both, instead of a simple flesh, his body was covered with multi-layered scales, the top of which was soft and rather pliable, though below that initial layer was rather thick, touch scaling, much like a natural endoskeleton. The male's scales had a heavily tanned color to them, bisected and crossed in random seemingly runic patterns by dark red and black lines, each glowing with an otherwordly luster.
  
  The upper scaling was actually a soft, semi-transparent tan color, giving the male a mediterranean look, while the lower scales were actually a dark color, possibly black, or even a deep, dark blue, this scaling was also where the runic-lines originated. Upon his back was a pair of large draconic wings, whose arms were covered in thick, tough, scale-like chitin, which showed to have a rather decent pliability to it, but was mostly for protection. The rest of the wing was covered in a thick, membrane, which was bisected and crossed with blood vessels, visibly pumping the male's lifeblood through the wings. Between the wings was a pair of large quivers, covered and lined with runes, each of which was filled to the brim with arrows of varying size and shape, each was completely different than the last, and if inspected from tip to tail, even the heads were different, every one of them able to server a different person, or just used to kill things if the need be.
  
  The quivers were clutched tightly to the male's form by a pair of lengthy straps which ran up his back, one wrapping around his shoulders about mid-way through, this strap was covered by a lengthy black cowl, which could be pulled up, even enough to hide his face in the confines of a hood. The body of the cowl extended back along his unarmored shoulder, hanging down nearly to hip-level. Meanwhile the other seperated into several different straps, one passing over his shoulder, one passing under, and one passing around to meet in the middle. Upon all three of these straps were special clasps and attachments designed to keep his spaulder tight against his form. The top of the spaulder arched up and around curving in a way to add a bit of protection to the males neck while making sure to prevent causing any loss of vision. The general shape of the spaulder was that of a skull, the 'lower jaws' of the skull was the protecting piece along the male's biceps and arm, which was strapped over the center of which tightly. Nearly all of the spaulder, both outside and inside, was covered in specially formed hardened leather. The inside of which was blank, with nothing more than protection from heat or lightning needed. Meanwhile the outside was covered in designs, all of them giving a general feel of Hudu and dark origins, the main design being what looked like the upper half of a cobra's head, jaws open wide and fangs dropping down over the dip and the slight break of design between upper and lower half of the spaulder. Running further down the arm was another plate which clutched tightly to his lower bicep and ran down slightly, specially designed to interlock with the elbow guard which protruded outwards and overlapped the male's scale-covered elbow.
  
  The rest of the males arm, with the other being a mirror image, was covered in thick, black scaling, which at the far edge of his forearm jutted outwards like a blade whose tip was comprised of thousands of saw-teeth. The forearm, while rippling with nearly hidden muscles, was rather elven in size, though draconic in appearance, being no more than an inch and a half from the inside of his forearm to the outside and two and a half inches from the inside of his forearm [directly back from his thumb] to the outside of his forearm, where the odd blade-like protusion of scales rested. His hand had only 4 digits in total, 3 of them being fingers, the other being a lengthier-than-typical thumb. Each of the digits was remarkably claw-less, though the shape of the digits themselves actually had them pushing into a sharpened tip of hardened scale.
  
  Both of the straps intersected and clutched tightly around a small steel ring in the round-about area of the male's lower sternum. At the side of the ring was a pair of beltstraps which ran horizontally around the male's ribs and attached directly to the quivers, giving an additional amount of hold and support to the containers and their cargo, making sure they wouldn't move or fall off. The very center of the ring was actually filled in with what looked like a plate, which held the engravings of a series of greek runes, some of which could be translated as Night and Justice, others of which were wholly unknown. Below the ring and the belts and straps was a tight chestpiece made of a center of hardened leather, which was bound seamlessly to twin outter sections of pliable leather, made more fro giving the male the ability to move and covering him up, rather than protection.
  
  Just below that, maybe two inches or so down, but still covering the lether chestpiece, was a cloth wrapping which hugged close to the male's stomach, and inside of that held the many trapments and items which he employed if needed during his travels. Along the large cloth wrapping was a pair of belts, which held it firm and kept its contents from spilling out, adding two rows of pouches and pockets to the male's ensemble. The bottom belt served double duty, only the middle section held any pockets or pouches, and the very center itself held an odd, circular ring with a small handle within, the rest was devoted to a specially crafted leather-wrapped plate which was angled slightly at the top to travel along the male's side, allowing both protection and movement, protecting the soft area above his hips from any dangers to be had.
  
  Dropping from this on both of the male's sides was a pair of sword-belts, whose attached scabbards were clutched around a pair of Elven Longblades. If anyone was rewarded with a view of the supremely beautiful agile weapon, they would instantly see the metal was of an otherwordly variety, in the light it seemed to dim and contrast to normal metal, while within the dark it gleamed and glittered almost lethally. The handles of the Longblades had a slight curve to them, made to fit perfectly in the males hands almost specifically, the pommel of the grips held a gem of undistinguishable origin, but little value to anyone save him, though it did glow and hum with a delicate energy, a natural, calming feel echoed from the gems.
  
  The twin swordbelts hung over a set of semi-loose cloth leggings, which didn't quite billow out like those they were modeled after did, but weren't quite unscrupulously tight, having a noticeable breathing room. The leggings were purposefully designed for this, as could be told by the male's lower legs, which were covered from just above the knee all the way down to the bottom of his feet. The scaling around the male's knees started jutting outwards, for an centimeter or so it was just the outter scales until at just around mid-knee level the scales below that shot through the outter layer, jutting into the air dangerously, creating rather noticeable spike-tipped knees. The sides pushed outwards slightly and angled up, though they only seemed to extend maybe an inch or two at most. The scales down and along his shins and calves seemed to be thicker than it had shown before, actually providing a rather high amount of protection to the male's lower legs. His feet were comprised of a central paw with a total of four toes extending out from that, each set around the paw at 30 degree angles between them, no single toe in the very middle, allowing the male a perfectly splayed balance. The tips of the toes were capped in a thick, wickedly curved, talon-like claw which dug into the pavement or dirt slightly, but could pull back enough to allow the male to run if the need arose.
  
  A thing tail flicked behind and around the male's form as he moved, the length of it seemed covered in the same odd dual-layer scaling as the rest of him. However, the tip was an odd shape, looking to be a cross between a spade and an arrow, a rounded curve easily characterised along the sides of the tail, while the very tip of each side was a sharp point, as was that of the true tip itself. The entire end, as well as about three inches or so of the tail itself, was covered in a thick, spiked chitin, which came to a lethal, glinting tip at the very end of the spade itself. The tail's movements spoke of aggitation, or anger, perhaps the readiness of battle which his veins longed for....... Or maybe he was just.... Hungry.