Fel Anarchy

Intro

• "Rocker of the medial ages"

• Basic Info

  • Name: Fel Anarchy
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: JagertheAnarchist
  • Nicknames: Fel
  • Race: Dragon born
  • Class: Bard/Warlock
  • Alignment: Chaotic neutral
  • Deity: Kartoosh (great old one)
  • Age: 19
  • Size: Medium
  • Body Type: Dancers body(compact but very athletic)
  • Height: 5'3"
  • Weight: 160
  • Complexion: Grey
  • Eyes: Neon green
  • Scars: Many, not clearly visible
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Loud, crazy, fun loving (slightly mad)
  • Likes: Music dance parties fights ect...
  • Dislikes: Drow, mimes, and silence

• Biography

  Fel's story starts in a city were he had turned 12 years old only a month ago. His family was very wealthy but they did not buy in to the whole noble life but preferred instead to be comfortable but humble. A big house and a few helpers but not gilded in gold and silver kind of life.
  He had 2 brothers and 2 sisters and even though he was the oldest of the clutch he was also the smallest. But this he used to his advantage for smaller he was but that made little difference when his teeth were around your neck.
  His aunt a kind and wise old green owned and ran an orphanage. Were he like to come and help her, but also to be with the street kid friends he had made. They showed him how to be stealthy and quick. But it all came crashing down one night.
  He was staying the night with his aunt helping to watch over a very sick half elf boy that he found in the street when the attack happened. His aunt the old green told him to hide with the other and spat poison as they broke down the door but 8 to 1 against people who fight dirty she was quickly overwhelmed and killed as he watched from the key hole. Enraged he thought they came to kill and he was going to make them pay. So he waited till the first came through there door and pounced. A dragonborns claws and fangs are sharpest when there young and he put them to gorey work disemboweling her with his claws and used his fangs to tare out her throat as he was shot over and over but he didn't know they were sleeping darts. "Kill me if you wish but you'll never get her back". He had bought most of the orphans the time to escape but still 12 were caught and he made 13. All drugged to sleep and then taken underground to a drow city.
  Once he was no longer being drugged to keep him and the others asleep he woke up in a cell were he could barely see. It wasn't long before the drow started to take the kids one by one away from there own cells and each time he raved and lashed out trying in vane to fight. He was the last they took. Tied and gaged he was dragged into a lab where he saw the other kida all flouting and giant glass tubes filled with an amber liquid, hoses stuffed down the throats and up there noses. That's when he know, they were here to be lab rats.
  
  It has been 5 years since thats day when he first saw the Amber chambers as he came to know them. All of the kids have been in and out of them over and over for weeks on end feed through tubes as the amber does something to each of them. Evertime the kids are put in the tube something is added in. A horn a claw or a scale from gods only know were. In his case it was a horn. It didnt look natural. The horn looked like it belonged to a unicorn that had somehow been tainted by something of a demonic nature. It was beautiful in a broken way he had trouble understanding. After the first few time in the chamber with the horn he started hearing voices, first a few then many... Then one. "Sweet child why did they do this to you." he could think to the voice of a woman and as time went by he learned this horn was hers and she is or rather was a goddess a long time ago. Slowly he learned her story. All the while the Amber changing his body. In truth it was ment to change his mind to but the goddess Kartoosh had used a bit of power to protect it. His scales, horns, and teeth all fell out and grow back as something new he now had a maw filled with nothing but needle sharp thin fangs giving him the smile of something from a nightmare. His horns had grown back brittle ringed and flat out wrong and would brake to easily. But his scales amazingly came back as something new. No longer thick and strong for defense, but thin and pattered like fish scales and they changed coloring at will but it took much time to learn how to control them and not let them show off his emotions. However the new power of his scales had replaced the natural breath weapon he had once had... And he could no longer remember what it was. His realised that Kartoosh had not managed to protect his mind completely, he had lost all memory of himself. What his color before the grey scales was. What he could once breath as a weapon. He couldn't even remember his own name anymore. Ever memory in his head had a smudge were he knew he should have been. the smudge moved and spoke in a voice he could not hear but his family and friends and everything else was clear...
  
  He had been erased from his own memory as if they were no longer his any more.
  
  Kartoosh tried to keep him calm but forgetting ones own name took a toll on his mind. He went a little bit mad then but fell into the one thing above all that helped him. Music. Kartoosh encouraged him when he found this one memory of his own he had not lost. So he sang and improvised instraments when not in the Amber chambers. Drow are elf dark or light make no difference when it comes to things of beauty like art or song

• Character Sheet

• DnD Stats

  STR	16	INT	8
  DEX	14	WIS	10
  CON	10	CHA	16