Qarrad (Selibas Alt)
Aug 24, 2016 22:10:29 GMT -6
Post by Qarrad on Aug 24, 2016 22:10:29 GMT -6
Name: Qarrad (Monkey)
Class: Dragon (Lightning)
Age: 461 (Physically 24)
Born in: Hatched in Western Isles
Appearance:Qarrad stands at roughly five foot seven, with a head topped with snowy white hair that curls and lays around the sides like a crown. It stretches to a beard that traces along his jawline, and frames his broad open face. His shoulders are thick, and his arms are much the same, but his torso isn’t particularly large. He is broad in his shoulders and narrow in his hips.
Qarrad’s eyes are a shocking blue, and his nose is short and sharp. His face has sharp laugh lines, and he has two dimples that are a bit shallow but still easily visible when he smiles or laughs. Whenever he laughs or smiles, he closes his eyes completely, and his grin reveals his full set of teeth.
In his dragon form, Qarrad has a medley of white and gold scales, with the chest and horns being the most prominent golden pieces of his body. His tale is long and thin, and instead of being covered in the same scales as his body, it takes on a fur that is as golden as his chest. He has two sets of horns when transformed, and his human beard sprouts into long whiskers. Qarrad is roughly 16 meters tall if he stands on his hind legs in his draconic state, and he is around ten meters high on all fours. His wings are broad and powerful, And their span is about eight meters when fully expanded.
Personality: In simple terms, Qarrad is not an idiot but he is extremely ignorant. He knows next to nothing of proper manners except to say please and thank you, and even less about science or history. He has believed himself to be twenty six for roughly four hundred and thirty five years, simply because he was never taught anything about counting. His vocabulary is quite small, as he can only identify the few things he interacted with on his little island, though he can still hold a conversation as long as the conversation doesn’t have too many nouns to be described.
One of the biggest problems that has plagued Qarrad since he could walk is his pea sized attention span for all but one thing. He is almost incapable of focusing on one thing for any great period of time. Even on the tiny island where he made his home for so long, the dragon found it difficult to stop his mind from wandering. The young dragon is infinitely curious about those things which are unfamiliar, if something is presented to him, he’ll try and figure out what it is. Sadly, his favored method of investigation is to try and put things in his mouth. At the end of the day, his short attention span can often prevent him from taking the time to actually learn much about anything specific, because before too long he’ll discover something else and want to know more about it.
Partly because of the man who raised him, Qarrad has a strong sense of Justice, a belief that if someone hurts someone, that pain gets paid back, and that stronger people should try and use that strength to protect those weaker than them. Of course the young dragon hasn’t actually met very many people, but if he had he’d be willing to stick his neck out for them. Alongside this, there is a notion in Qarrad of fairness, the belief that you shouldn’t use tricks or things that make you unique unless it’s to level a playing field.
The only thing that Qarrad is able to truly focus on is fighting. The man who raised him was a profoundly talented martial artist, who taught the young dragon everything he knew up until his death. Since that day long long ago, Qarrad has continued to train in the use of the techniques that the man had imparted onto him, and the dragon would likely be a capable fighter had he ever practiced with someone to try against.
Story: Qarrad’s parents were a pair of dragons who had left Arcadia on their own will, both becoming disillusioned with the isolationist culture. However, they quickly found that the human world was no more fond of their draconic neighbors as it had been the other way around. So when Qarrad’s mother became pregnant on Etruria’s western, they began to make preparations to attempt a return to the desert city, however, there were complications. Qarrad’s father was killed, only a few days before his egg hatched, in a bandit raid, both dragons too afraid of what their transformation would mean for all dragons if their form was revealed. His mother was killed by wounds she sustained from the battle, but not before she fled with his egg in her hands, and managed to transform and fly out to sea.
She landed on a tiny island in the Western Isles, and died wrapped around her son’s egg. Her massive body was found a few days later by a man in his late forties who had been marooned along with his wife a few years ago as a result of a mutiny aboard a Lycian vessel they had been traveling aboard. As he inspected her lifeless form, he found an egg that seemed huge by the standards of a chicken or a goose, the only eggs the man was at all familiar with. As he lifted it, he felt a move like a kick on a woman’s stomach. He took it to his hut by the ocean, where he lived with his wife, and a few days later, what he thought was a human baby with a head of white hair hatched out of the egg!
For years, they raised the little boy as their own with no incident, though the child did seem to grow alarmingly slow. What did frighten him was that the boy had hatched from the egg clutching a golden stone, and though neither knew why, the boy seemed oddly protective of it for a number of years. Finally, they managed to take it from the boy in his sleep, and the woman placed it in her locked chest. His slow aging made it so that before long, the couple was in their sixties, and he had the appearance of a little three year old boy, who seemed unwilling to begin to speak at a regular age.
One day, they were given a choice, and perhaps they made the cowardly one. They both lived in fear of the boy growing into the beast he had been found with, and one day when a ship came sailing by while the boy was off playing amidst the brush, the two boarded, and left him alone to fend for himself. However, before they left, the woman wrote a note to place in the chest, that detailed the origins of the boy, the location of his mother, and the nature of his relationship with the stone.
For decades, maybe centuries, Qarrad was alone on the island, catching fish or plucking fruits and berries from the trees. Eventually however, a new man came to the island in a small schooner, a young man whose wife and child had died in a fire back in Ilia, who had come to the Isles to seek isolation and peace. He was an accomplished martial artist and intellectual, and the only things he brought with him were his books. Upon finding the small island, he stumbled upon the hut, and found an eleven or twelve year old boy inside. The boy seemed to speak like a toddler, but he seemed so excited to have company that he immediately abandoned suspicion and began to grill the man constantly with questions, and try to describe the island and everything he understood despite seeming to have no real command of language. Eventually the boy saw the man practicing his techniques, and the boy asked the man to teach him with the enthusiasm of a playful monkey. He accepted.
He tried to teach the boy things, geometry, what animals were which, things like that, but the boy only really seemed to want to explore their little island or fight. He made sure to follow the boy around, watching to make sure that he went nowhere near the dragon, for fear that the boy might discover his true nature. This always confused Qarrad, but he trusted his ‘father’ and was honest enough to not go anywhere he wasn’t supposed to.
The two were extremely close, they would play pranks on each other, scare each other, laugh at each other. They genuinely looked at each other as father and son. As the man grew older, he wondered over how fair it was, what he was doing to the boy who was becoming a man. He’d decided to grieve alone, and the boy hatching from that egg had washed away a lot of the pain that had accompanied his loss. Was it fair for him to force the young boy into isolation? He decided after about twenty years on the little boy’s birthday he would tell Qarrad the truth.
He opened the chest, and allowed Qarrad to walk with the stone, and to his surprise, the young boy didn’t say anything. The second the stone had been produced, Qarrad had calmly taken it from his father’s hand and wrapped his fingers around it with a death grip. Then they had begun a walk, and the young man had been uncharacteristically quiet. When they finally reached the site, Qarrad was shocked. There she was, a decaying mass of scales and flesh left almost untouched by carrion. Her scales still glittered like gold, and she looked peaceful despite her fierce appearance. The man watched as Qarrad walked over to her, his face curious but betraying an immediate understanding the somewhat slow to learn boy usually never had. Without a word to his father, Qarrad lay down in the same spot his egg had rested twenty years before, and curled up inside his long dead mother’s embrace. The man left his son in peace, wondering if the boy could ever forgive him.
The next morning Qarrad returned to their hut, his old self again, happy as could be and full of questions. The man explained quite simply that people were afraid of dragons, and that if he were ever to leave the island that he would need to keep from transforming in public for it would only find him hunted. Neither knew if Qarrad would ever be like his mother, but if he could, the man knew the consequences.
For the next few years the young boy tried and tried to figure out how to become a dragon. His mother had sported wings, he longed to fly, to sail above the sea and to reach the big island that sounded so far away. However, his island was nice enough, and he didn’t mind waiting. Until six years after discovering his heritage, when his father grew gravely ill. It was a time of great sadness for the young dragon after his death. For fifty years he mourned his loss all alone on the island, the only soul he knew now gone.
Unbeknownst to the dragon, he beccame a man in private, with no one around to see as he transformed from a boy into a man. Still for the next few centuries, the idea of getting off the island became more and more important to him. That became his life in full, training, and trying to use his stone in some way to become a dragon. He reached a point where he thought he was almost draconic, but he couldn’t fly no matter what he did.
That is until one day he mixed it up. He went back to look at his mother’s resting place, where she had finally begun to change with the passing of time, and as he looked at her he tried once more to tap into his stone and shift into his draconic form. He flew like a bolt of lightning into the sky, and made for the mainland. High he flew, and he searched for the safest place to land once he found a massive island. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the first person he got to talk to in however how many hundred years!
Class: Dragon (Lightning)
Age: 461 (Physically 24)
Born in: Hatched in Western Isles
Appearance:Qarrad stands at roughly five foot seven, with a head topped with snowy white hair that curls and lays around the sides like a crown. It stretches to a beard that traces along his jawline, and frames his broad open face. His shoulders are thick, and his arms are much the same, but his torso isn’t particularly large. He is broad in his shoulders and narrow in his hips.
Qarrad’s eyes are a shocking blue, and his nose is short and sharp. His face has sharp laugh lines, and he has two dimples that are a bit shallow but still easily visible when he smiles or laughs. Whenever he laughs or smiles, he closes his eyes completely, and his grin reveals his full set of teeth.
In his dragon form, Qarrad has a medley of white and gold scales, with the chest and horns being the most prominent golden pieces of his body. His tale is long and thin, and instead of being covered in the same scales as his body, it takes on a fur that is as golden as his chest. He has two sets of horns when transformed, and his human beard sprouts into long whiskers. Qarrad is roughly 16 meters tall if he stands on his hind legs in his draconic state, and he is around ten meters high on all fours. His wings are broad and powerful, And their span is about eight meters when fully expanded.
Personality: In simple terms, Qarrad is not an idiot but he is extremely ignorant. He knows next to nothing of proper manners except to say please and thank you, and even less about science or history. He has believed himself to be twenty six for roughly four hundred and thirty five years, simply because he was never taught anything about counting. His vocabulary is quite small, as he can only identify the few things he interacted with on his little island, though he can still hold a conversation as long as the conversation doesn’t have too many nouns to be described.
One of the biggest problems that has plagued Qarrad since he could walk is his pea sized attention span for all but one thing. He is almost incapable of focusing on one thing for any great period of time. Even on the tiny island where he made his home for so long, the dragon found it difficult to stop his mind from wandering. The young dragon is infinitely curious about those things which are unfamiliar, if something is presented to him, he’ll try and figure out what it is. Sadly, his favored method of investigation is to try and put things in his mouth. At the end of the day, his short attention span can often prevent him from taking the time to actually learn much about anything specific, because before too long he’ll discover something else and want to know more about it.
Partly because of the man who raised him, Qarrad has a strong sense of Justice, a belief that if someone hurts someone, that pain gets paid back, and that stronger people should try and use that strength to protect those weaker than them. Of course the young dragon hasn’t actually met very many people, but if he had he’d be willing to stick his neck out for them. Alongside this, there is a notion in Qarrad of fairness, the belief that you shouldn’t use tricks or things that make you unique unless it’s to level a playing field.
The only thing that Qarrad is able to truly focus on is fighting. The man who raised him was a profoundly talented martial artist, who taught the young dragon everything he knew up until his death. Since that day long long ago, Qarrad has continued to train in the use of the techniques that the man had imparted onto him, and the dragon would likely be a capable fighter had he ever practiced with someone to try against.
Story: Qarrad’s parents were a pair of dragons who had left Arcadia on their own will, both becoming disillusioned with the isolationist culture. However, they quickly found that the human world was no more fond of their draconic neighbors as it had been the other way around. So when Qarrad’s mother became pregnant on Etruria’s western, they began to make preparations to attempt a return to the desert city, however, there were complications. Qarrad’s father was killed, only a few days before his egg hatched, in a bandit raid, both dragons too afraid of what their transformation would mean for all dragons if their form was revealed. His mother was killed by wounds she sustained from the battle, but not before she fled with his egg in her hands, and managed to transform and fly out to sea.
She landed on a tiny island in the Western Isles, and died wrapped around her son’s egg. Her massive body was found a few days later by a man in his late forties who had been marooned along with his wife a few years ago as a result of a mutiny aboard a Lycian vessel they had been traveling aboard. As he inspected her lifeless form, he found an egg that seemed huge by the standards of a chicken or a goose, the only eggs the man was at all familiar with. As he lifted it, he felt a move like a kick on a woman’s stomach. He took it to his hut by the ocean, where he lived with his wife, and a few days later, what he thought was a human baby with a head of white hair hatched out of the egg!
For years, they raised the little boy as their own with no incident, though the child did seem to grow alarmingly slow. What did frighten him was that the boy had hatched from the egg clutching a golden stone, and though neither knew why, the boy seemed oddly protective of it for a number of years. Finally, they managed to take it from the boy in his sleep, and the woman placed it in her locked chest. His slow aging made it so that before long, the couple was in their sixties, and he had the appearance of a little three year old boy, who seemed unwilling to begin to speak at a regular age.
One day, they were given a choice, and perhaps they made the cowardly one. They both lived in fear of the boy growing into the beast he had been found with, and one day when a ship came sailing by while the boy was off playing amidst the brush, the two boarded, and left him alone to fend for himself. However, before they left, the woman wrote a note to place in the chest, that detailed the origins of the boy, the location of his mother, and the nature of his relationship with the stone.
For decades, maybe centuries, Qarrad was alone on the island, catching fish or plucking fruits and berries from the trees. Eventually however, a new man came to the island in a small schooner, a young man whose wife and child had died in a fire back in Ilia, who had come to the Isles to seek isolation and peace. He was an accomplished martial artist and intellectual, and the only things he brought with him were his books. Upon finding the small island, he stumbled upon the hut, and found an eleven or twelve year old boy inside. The boy seemed to speak like a toddler, but he seemed so excited to have company that he immediately abandoned suspicion and began to grill the man constantly with questions, and try to describe the island and everything he understood despite seeming to have no real command of language. Eventually the boy saw the man practicing his techniques, and the boy asked the man to teach him with the enthusiasm of a playful monkey. He accepted.
He tried to teach the boy things, geometry, what animals were which, things like that, but the boy only really seemed to want to explore their little island or fight. He made sure to follow the boy around, watching to make sure that he went nowhere near the dragon, for fear that the boy might discover his true nature. This always confused Qarrad, but he trusted his ‘father’ and was honest enough to not go anywhere he wasn’t supposed to.
The two were extremely close, they would play pranks on each other, scare each other, laugh at each other. They genuinely looked at each other as father and son. As the man grew older, he wondered over how fair it was, what he was doing to the boy who was becoming a man. He’d decided to grieve alone, and the boy hatching from that egg had washed away a lot of the pain that had accompanied his loss. Was it fair for him to force the young boy into isolation? He decided after about twenty years on the little boy’s birthday he would tell Qarrad the truth.
He opened the chest, and allowed Qarrad to walk with the stone, and to his surprise, the young boy didn’t say anything. The second the stone had been produced, Qarrad had calmly taken it from his father’s hand and wrapped his fingers around it with a death grip. Then they had begun a walk, and the young man had been uncharacteristically quiet. When they finally reached the site, Qarrad was shocked. There she was, a decaying mass of scales and flesh left almost untouched by carrion. Her scales still glittered like gold, and she looked peaceful despite her fierce appearance. The man watched as Qarrad walked over to her, his face curious but betraying an immediate understanding the somewhat slow to learn boy usually never had. Without a word to his father, Qarrad lay down in the same spot his egg had rested twenty years before, and curled up inside his long dead mother’s embrace. The man left his son in peace, wondering if the boy could ever forgive him.
The next morning Qarrad returned to their hut, his old self again, happy as could be and full of questions. The man explained quite simply that people were afraid of dragons, and that if he were ever to leave the island that he would need to keep from transforming in public for it would only find him hunted. Neither knew if Qarrad would ever be like his mother, but if he could, the man knew the consequences.
For the next few years the young boy tried and tried to figure out how to become a dragon. His mother had sported wings, he longed to fly, to sail above the sea and to reach the big island that sounded so far away. However, his island was nice enough, and he didn’t mind waiting. Until six years after discovering his heritage, when his father grew gravely ill. It was a time of great sadness for the young dragon after his death. For fifty years he mourned his loss all alone on the island, the only soul he knew now gone.
Unbeknownst to the dragon, he beccame a man in private, with no one around to see as he transformed from a boy into a man. Still for the next few centuries, the idea of getting off the island became more and more important to him. That became his life in full, training, and trying to use his stone in some way to become a dragon. He reached a point where he thought he was almost draconic, but he couldn’t fly no matter what he did.
That is until one day he mixed it up. He went back to look at his mother’s resting place, where she had finally begun to change with the passing of time, and as he looked at her he tried once more to tap into his stone and shift into his draconic form. He flew like a bolt of lightning into the sky, and made for the mainland. High he flew, and he searched for the safest place to land once he found a massive island. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the first person he got to talk to in however how many hundred years!
