Khalil (Gar 3rd alt)
Mar 26, 2017 1:04:07 GMT -6
Post by Khalil Gharaq on Mar 26, 2017 1:04:07 GMT -6
Name:Khalil Al- Gharaq
Class:Dragon
Age:995
Born in:Ancient Etrurian Coast
Appearance:In human form, Khalil appears to be a tan skinned, well defined man. He wears a mop of sandy blond hair with a dyed blue streak above his left ear. His eyes are a dark blue, but they are a little too beady for anyone to notice. He spends just about all of his time in this form.
In dragon form, Khalil is thirteen meters of sea blue terror. He is a deep blue if viewed from above while his underbelly is covered with sky blue scales. His scaled body has both reptilian and aquatic influences. If one were to look closely at the base of his neck, they would find gills. The claws on all of him limbs are somewhat webbed to assist in swimming and aquatic maneuverability. His eyes have a red shine. This form hasn’t been seen for quite some time.
Personality:
Harsh and judgmental. The years have made Khalil an unforgiving individual. If a person crosses him, he will see to it that there will be no opportunity for a second crossing. He is not shy to voice his opinion and will rarely stand down if angered. That said, Khalil is no fool. He will not enter a fight that he has no chance of winning. He spits, curses and doesn’t care what people say about him. He doesn’t try to impress anyone and acts solely for his own benefit. If he had it his way, everyone would keep their distance. Unless of course, somebody wanted to see the closest dock to get tossed off of.
Khalil holds quite the grudge against humans, to the point of outright attacking them. That said, he begrudgingly acknowledges their ability to take down massive threats like himself. Khalil picks his battles. When he finds a mark, he’ll strike hard and fast, knowing better than to leave any survivors.
History:
Khalil was introduced into a scene of war and turmoil. The entire continent of Elibe was fighting. Fighting to rid the world of his kind. Khalil knew about this from the moment he was born, but the fighting wouldn’t reach his village for quite some time. He was still young when the time came, but he was aware. He heard people running and yelling about the small creatures and their manufactured arms. Khalil still recalls thinking about them. Why would they attack such a peaceful community? Khalil hadn’t even seen a human before this point. Yet they were knocking at the gates, ready to slay him and his townspeople regardless. Khalil didn’t understand them, he never would.
A mob of humans had assaulted his coastal village of water dragons. They carried powerful weapons and magic specifically designed to obliterate his kind. At the moment, Khalil wished he could simply talk to the humans. Reason with them. Maybe he could’ve explained how they could coexist at equals perhaps friends.
No, humans were no friends of theirs during the attack. Many of village dragons stood to fight in defense of their home, only to be cut down by the humans and their ruinous creations. Others took to fleeing. Many of them were also slain. Khalil, his parents and another couple dragons managed to escape to the sea. The humans couldn’t keep up with them in the water. They swam continuously for what felt like years to the young dragon. Eventually, they came upon a group of islands. An area that would eventually become known as the Western Isles. They set up a new village on a mountain side of the southernmost island.
Here was where the group of dragons stopped running to catch their breath and mourn their lost brethren. Khalil cursed the humans for what they had done. He spoke to his parents about it. Why didn’t they attack the humans back? The young dragon was reprimanded for even suggesting it. “Did you not witness what they are capable of? They will slaughter you if you even try.”
Khalil took the advice but didn’t forget his desire to fight back against those monsters. The group spent centuries on this island, allowing life to fall back into normalcy. The wounds of loss scarred over in the hearts of the water dragon tribe. The second couple that escaped the village eventually mated and had a dragon child of their own. A sweet baby dragon that Khalil adored. A baby named Naji or survivor.
Khalil helped raise the young Naji. He carried the child on his shoulders. He taught the young dragon how to swim, how to read his old children’s books. The new life was something special. It gave the dragons hope. They could survive here, they could make a life. It was a blessing.
The young dragon was going to turn one hundred years old in a week or so. Maybe a month, the exact day wasn’t terribly important, but Khalil wanted to do something special for the child. He took off in the night to dive deep into the ocean. He found a number of abalone shells. They were bright and brilliant. They were beautiful. A perfect gift for the century year old dragon. Khalil returned to the surface after sometime to find that something was amiss.
It was far too bright for the night sky. He glanced toward the mountainside where his village was situated to find flames. “No.” Khalil took off, speeding through the water still in his dragon form. He had to get there. Protect his people. Khalil reached the gates to find that they had been knocked down. He ran to his house. His father was already slain in his dragon form. His mother slain as well, in her human form. Khalil cursed and made his way to the other home in the town.
He found a dying dragon, with a final breath and a final request. “Protect… Naji. Please.” Khalil promised he would before he took to the village center. He heard the cries of a young dragon, one that wasn’t even a century old yet. Khalil hurried and came upon a number of monsters wielding metal arms and torches. The humans had found them. He should’ve known it would only be a matter of time until the plague of humanity crashed upon them once again.
Khalil shot a jet of water from his mouth, strong enough to wash away some of the humans. His eyes fell upon Naji. Naji saw him as well. The younger dragon’s eyes lit up with hope. Almost simultaneously, a glowing winged axe cut through the young dragon’s throat. Lifeblood spilled into the city center as Naji writhed. The young dragon was trying to scream, but couldn’t. Khalil wanted to scream, but couldn’t. The wielder of the murderous axe turned in his direction. Khalil wanted to kill the man, but he turned and ran. He ran until he swam. He swam until he slept.
And he slept at the bottom of the ocean for centuries. It was the only thing he could do. Everyone he had ever known was dead. Hope had died with Naji. The world belonged to monsters. He couldn’t believe it. He was alone. He just closed his eyes and drifted in the sea.
Khalil awoke in human form. He coughed out sea water and opened his eyes. He saw a monster with long blue hair and a staff. He pushed the human away and scrambled backward. Khalil had to fight the human. It was either her or him. He drew from the power of his stone, but nothing happened. Well not nothing. His nails grew a little thicker and the skin on his hands gained a tinge of blue. Khalil cursed and thought to himself. /Those damned humans. They must have drained the magic from this world. I can’t even shift the way I used to. I have to get out of here./
“Thank Elime you’re alive.” Khalil squinted his eyes at the human. Why wasn’t she trying to kill him? It was as if she was trying to save him. Khalil thought it was a trick, that she was mocking him for not being able to fight. She held up her staff and it let out a glow. Khalil braced himself, but all that came was a refreshing feeling that washed through the dragon in human form. The healer woman slumped over and fell asleep in the sand. Khalil came to the conclusion that he had been mistaken for a human. Unfortunately, that was his only route for survival at the moment. He would have to become a monster.
“What would a human do?” Khalil gathered up the sleeping healer and brought her to a human house. The dragon placed the woman on a bed and moved to leave. She woke up just enough to implore Khalil to wait in town. Then she fell back asleep. Khalil didn’t have anything else to do.
Khalil waited on the outskirts of the city, watching the humans. The healer woman visited him, daily. They conversed daily, she was wise beyond her years. Khalil continued the routine for years. Watching the humans and conversing with the healer woman. Eventually, the woman gave Khalil a cloak with a hood. She commented that he didn’t age like everyone else. She didn’t want anyone catching onto their little secret. Khalil wore the hood and remembers contemplating, perhaps humans were more than monsters. They live, they make bonds, and they do what it takes to get by. Maybe they had changed while he slept.
The routine continued for another quarter century. The woman had given him a number of cloaks at this point, all colors of the rainbow. They had grown close. But sure enough, tragedy reared its ugly face yet again. Raiders came from the sea, assaulting the village and claiming the life of the healer woman. This was the final straw. Khalil had all the information he needed. He jumped into the ocean and shifted into dragon form. He sank the raider’s ship and fled the scene. He no longer possessed the capability to maintain that form for a long period of time.
He shifted back into human form or as he would call it monster form. He had confirmed his view of the world. “I’ve allowed monsters to own this land long enough. It’s time I reclaimed what is mine.” Khalil now makes hit and run attacks on human vessels under cover of sea. Today, Khalil hears stories of sea serpents and leviathans be dismissed as tall tales.
NPC fight:alt
PC fight:alt
Class:Dragon
Age:995
Born in:Ancient Etrurian Coast
Appearance:In human form, Khalil appears to be a tan skinned, well defined man. He wears a mop of sandy blond hair with a dyed blue streak above his left ear. His eyes are a dark blue, but they are a little too beady for anyone to notice. He spends just about all of his time in this form.
In dragon form, Khalil is thirteen meters of sea blue terror. He is a deep blue if viewed from above while his underbelly is covered with sky blue scales. His scaled body has both reptilian and aquatic influences. If one were to look closely at the base of his neck, they would find gills. The claws on all of him limbs are somewhat webbed to assist in swimming and aquatic maneuverability. His eyes have a red shine. This form hasn’t been seen for quite some time.
Personality:
Harsh and judgmental. The years have made Khalil an unforgiving individual. If a person crosses him, he will see to it that there will be no opportunity for a second crossing. He is not shy to voice his opinion and will rarely stand down if angered. That said, Khalil is no fool. He will not enter a fight that he has no chance of winning. He spits, curses and doesn’t care what people say about him. He doesn’t try to impress anyone and acts solely for his own benefit. If he had it his way, everyone would keep their distance. Unless of course, somebody wanted to see the closest dock to get tossed off of.
Khalil holds quite the grudge against humans, to the point of outright attacking them. That said, he begrudgingly acknowledges their ability to take down massive threats like himself. Khalil picks his battles. When he finds a mark, he’ll strike hard and fast, knowing better than to leave any survivors.
History:
Khalil was introduced into a scene of war and turmoil. The entire continent of Elibe was fighting. Fighting to rid the world of his kind. Khalil knew about this from the moment he was born, but the fighting wouldn’t reach his village for quite some time. He was still young when the time came, but he was aware. He heard people running and yelling about the small creatures and their manufactured arms. Khalil still recalls thinking about them. Why would they attack such a peaceful community? Khalil hadn’t even seen a human before this point. Yet they were knocking at the gates, ready to slay him and his townspeople regardless. Khalil didn’t understand them, he never would.
A mob of humans had assaulted his coastal village of water dragons. They carried powerful weapons and magic specifically designed to obliterate his kind. At the moment, Khalil wished he could simply talk to the humans. Reason with them. Maybe he could’ve explained how they could coexist at equals perhaps friends.
No, humans were no friends of theirs during the attack. Many of village dragons stood to fight in defense of their home, only to be cut down by the humans and their ruinous creations. Others took to fleeing. Many of them were also slain. Khalil, his parents and another couple dragons managed to escape to the sea. The humans couldn’t keep up with them in the water. They swam continuously for what felt like years to the young dragon. Eventually, they came upon a group of islands. An area that would eventually become known as the Western Isles. They set up a new village on a mountain side of the southernmost island.
Here was where the group of dragons stopped running to catch their breath and mourn their lost brethren. Khalil cursed the humans for what they had done. He spoke to his parents about it. Why didn’t they attack the humans back? The young dragon was reprimanded for even suggesting it. “Did you not witness what they are capable of? They will slaughter you if you even try.”
Khalil took the advice but didn’t forget his desire to fight back against those monsters. The group spent centuries on this island, allowing life to fall back into normalcy. The wounds of loss scarred over in the hearts of the water dragon tribe. The second couple that escaped the village eventually mated and had a dragon child of their own. A sweet baby dragon that Khalil adored. A baby named Naji or survivor.
Khalil helped raise the young Naji. He carried the child on his shoulders. He taught the young dragon how to swim, how to read his old children’s books. The new life was something special. It gave the dragons hope. They could survive here, they could make a life. It was a blessing.
The young dragon was going to turn one hundred years old in a week or so. Maybe a month, the exact day wasn’t terribly important, but Khalil wanted to do something special for the child. He took off in the night to dive deep into the ocean. He found a number of abalone shells. They were bright and brilliant. They were beautiful. A perfect gift for the century year old dragon. Khalil returned to the surface after sometime to find that something was amiss.
It was far too bright for the night sky. He glanced toward the mountainside where his village was situated to find flames. “No.” Khalil took off, speeding through the water still in his dragon form. He had to get there. Protect his people. Khalil reached the gates to find that they had been knocked down. He ran to his house. His father was already slain in his dragon form. His mother slain as well, in her human form. Khalil cursed and made his way to the other home in the town.
He found a dying dragon, with a final breath and a final request. “Protect… Naji. Please.” Khalil promised he would before he took to the village center. He heard the cries of a young dragon, one that wasn’t even a century old yet. Khalil hurried and came upon a number of monsters wielding metal arms and torches. The humans had found them. He should’ve known it would only be a matter of time until the plague of humanity crashed upon them once again.
Khalil shot a jet of water from his mouth, strong enough to wash away some of the humans. His eyes fell upon Naji. Naji saw him as well. The younger dragon’s eyes lit up with hope. Almost simultaneously, a glowing winged axe cut through the young dragon’s throat. Lifeblood spilled into the city center as Naji writhed. The young dragon was trying to scream, but couldn’t. Khalil wanted to scream, but couldn’t. The wielder of the murderous axe turned in his direction. Khalil wanted to kill the man, but he turned and ran. He ran until he swam. He swam until he slept.
And he slept at the bottom of the ocean for centuries. It was the only thing he could do. Everyone he had ever known was dead. Hope had died with Naji. The world belonged to monsters. He couldn’t believe it. He was alone. He just closed his eyes and drifted in the sea.
Khalil awoke in human form. He coughed out sea water and opened his eyes. He saw a monster with long blue hair and a staff. He pushed the human away and scrambled backward. Khalil had to fight the human. It was either her or him. He drew from the power of his stone, but nothing happened. Well not nothing. His nails grew a little thicker and the skin on his hands gained a tinge of blue. Khalil cursed and thought to himself. /Those damned humans. They must have drained the magic from this world. I can’t even shift the way I used to. I have to get out of here./
“Thank Elime you’re alive.” Khalil squinted his eyes at the human. Why wasn’t she trying to kill him? It was as if she was trying to save him. Khalil thought it was a trick, that she was mocking him for not being able to fight. She held up her staff and it let out a glow. Khalil braced himself, but all that came was a refreshing feeling that washed through the dragon in human form. The healer woman slumped over and fell asleep in the sand. Khalil came to the conclusion that he had been mistaken for a human. Unfortunately, that was his only route for survival at the moment. He would have to become a monster.
“What would a human do?” Khalil gathered up the sleeping healer and brought her to a human house. The dragon placed the woman on a bed and moved to leave. She woke up just enough to implore Khalil to wait in town. Then she fell back asleep. Khalil didn’t have anything else to do.
Khalil waited on the outskirts of the city, watching the humans. The healer woman visited him, daily. They conversed daily, she was wise beyond her years. Khalil continued the routine for years. Watching the humans and conversing with the healer woman. Eventually, the woman gave Khalil a cloak with a hood. She commented that he didn’t age like everyone else. She didn’t want anyone catching onto their little secret. Khalil wore the hood and remembers contemplating, perhaps humans were more than monsters. They live, they make bonds, and they do what it takes to get by. Maybe they had changed while he slept.
The routine continued for another quarter century. The woman had given him a number of cloaks at this point, all colors of the rainbow. They had grown close. But sure enough, tragedy reared its ugly face yet again. Raiders came from the sea, assaulting the village and claiming the life of the healer woman. This was the final straw. Khalil had all the information he needed. He jumped into the ocean and shifted into dragon form. He sank the raider’s ship and fled the scene. He no longer possessed the capability to maintain that form for a long period of time.
He shifted back into human form or as he would call it monster form. He had confirmed his view of the world. “I’ve allowed monsters to own this land long enough. It’s time I reclaimed what is mine.” Khalil now makes hit and run attacks on human vessels under cover of sea. Today, Khalil hears stories of sea serpents and leviathans be dismissed as tall tales.
NPC fight:alt
PC fight:alt
