Post by Kothar Navnik on May 26, 2016 22:35:55 GMT -6
Kothar Navnik
“Left homeless and nameless he wandered; until a whisper bestowed him truth.”
“Left homeless and nameless he wandered; until a whisper bestowed him truth.”
Gender – Male
Race – Dracon
Age – 37
Height – 7’6”
Skin Color – Black
“His hide was woven from shadows; it is said light itself feared being devoured by its darkness.”
Weight – 365lbs
Eye Color – Red
“They were orbs of swirling flame; if one looked closely the whole world could be seen burning within.”
Kingdom – None
Starting Location – Lands End
-Racials-
*Wings – Gives free travel to other cities (cannot be used in combat until purchased with skill points. Can act as steed if one is bought)
*Vicious Claws- Starts off with Journeyman rank in unarmed combat.
*Blood of Dragons- Gives 5% increase to all experience gains.
-Appearance-
-Character Description-
Kothar values strength and dexterity equally, his sinewy yet lithe frame reflecting such. He also highly values his wings thus they are rarely seen, remaining hidden within his back until the moment he takes flight. The draco wears only drab pants and tunic, the latter a shade darker than the former, the light clothing allowing him to fight unhindered. His hide is a weave of thicker plating and flexible scales, the former naturally located over vital areas. Atop his head are two horns which run back along his head parallel to elongated scales which begin behind his jaw.-Background-
Born to the son of a common warrior, Kothar’s birth was celebrated right up until he emerged; after all he was born black to a clan of red draco, a highly unlikely circumstance. Black draco are rare and often carry with them the stigma that comes with the color of their hide. Thus his early years were difficult, especially considering he was a runt compared to others his age. Others teased and picked on him as youth do, which of course is worse since draco begin training and fighting young, but he persevered as many do.Naturally a social outcast, and also reviled by his father, for both his color and weakness, young Navnik found only remorse with his mother and younger sister. His three brothers, two his eldest, were worse than rest of the clan for they were always present. Kothar naturally did as would come to do his life, he adapted. Others did not like him nor talk to him, including the majority of his family, so he took to finding remote spots and where he could read the Chronicle in peace; or rather every verse he could find. The stories instilled a sense of wonder and excitement, and even comfort. They were the tales of the first dragons, a thought that awed the young outcast.
Outside of his stories he was beaten up multiple times a day; during training, sparring, and then of course his brothers once they all returned home. He was weaker, smaller than the rest and his father did nothing to help the runt black draco; he was a curse after all, an ill omen their family had to live with. He adapted of course, studying verses while he trained his body to be more agile since his size hindered his strength. Also he studied striking at all times, whether a spectator or, more often, the recipient. Kothar had become a pragmatist by necessity and thus wanted to understand the science of combat so that he could use what little he had to maximum effect.
Honing his body and his mind he began doing better, despite still losing. Nevertheless he progressed and soon others had to go to great difficulty to put the scrappy draco down, though they always made sure to do so; after all it would be a great shame to lose to the black runt. As always his mother and sister gave him the comfort he needed to get through the days. Another aide was his single companion, a draco born hours after he who never treated him differently or rose a hand to him, often attempting to save Kothar from bullies when he could. Of course Navnik saw little of his friend as the boy’s parents did not want their son to be associated with the likes of him.
If his situation was not yet bad enough, the outcast was increasingly shunned when he made vocal his dislike of the High Order. To a youthful Navnik it seemed insane that the words of draco be held above the words of dragon. He had been heard speaking of such to his sole friend during training and it spread like wildfire; after all no one challenged the Holy Drakkan. Only his sister and mother, though they disagreed, respected his opinion. The beatings got tougher, more brutal, afterword, and so did he. Then everything seemed to change for the cursed boy.
As the age of growth neared its end he sprung up, as if he had been suppressed within and suddenly his true self emerged. In less than a year he was bigger than most others around, his tough training regime helping form him in a powerful warrior during the crucial stage. His size and ability won him fame and respect in his clan as he outclassed all whom had once dominated him; but it was all hollow to him. Kothar saw them no different than before, still seeing their disgust, their hatred, even as they smiled and cheered for him. His father and brothers began treating him differently, naturally, except for the eldest.
He had been father’s pride up till now and was in line to replace an aging clan chief. To him, his second youngest brother could ruin everything, despite Navnik having no desire for the position or their love. One day when Kothar was talking to his one true friend, the eldest overheard him recalling visions his younger brother had had at night. The black behemoth claimed a great dragon came to him, called him his son and that he was his reincarnation; the first dragon reborn. His brother quickly spread the news throughout the clan. When he found out Navnik made his way to the center of the village and attacked his brother. They had a bloody brawl, one which Kothar, in a fit of bloodlust, nearly killed his eldest brother.
The chief intervened, deflecting the fatal blow and knocking the black draco away. He then banished Kothar from the clan forever, in doing so forever stripping him of his name and home. Without a word he walked out of the village with nothing but the drab clothing he was wearing, still covered in blood. As he marched through the land, not yet sure where he to fly, he heard a named whispered in his ear. It was the voice of the dragon in his dreams and the name was his; Kothar Navnik. Late that night his friend flew in night with some supplies, and all of the verses they had collected up to that point.
They began new lives as nomadic mercenaries and traveled the lands of the many peoples… Save those of the humans, though they had met a few. Now a whisper has lead them to Lands End, the heart of an empire whose people they barely know.
-Languages-
Common Tongue, Scale Speak-Armor-
Kothar has yet to find deserving armor which suits his needs in combat. Currently he makes due with his skills and tough hide; despite bearing many scars neither have failed him yet.
-Weapons-
Like armor Kothar has not yet come across a weapon he felt deserving. Thus far they have all felt clumsy and unwieldy, unlike the vicious talons adorning his hands and feet or the mighty tail at his back.
Weapon Skills
Unarmed Combat (Journeyman)
- Defensive Claws – Due to his selectiveness with armor Kothar turned his talons into more than just weapons. Not as brittle as steel, yet nearly as sharp, he uses a pinpoint strike to deflect an incoming physical attack. One post cool down (20 Stamina).
- Tail Whip – Years of training his tail no different than any other limb has left it a powerful tool in combat. With practiced precision it can attempt to sweep the legs, deflect a blow, or disarm someone either by striking their weapon or the hand(s) which wield it. One post cool down (20 Stamina).
- Talon Kick – Over the years he has learned to utilize the talons on his feet in strikes making him more versatile and unpredictable in combat. Whether or not the talons find soft flesh to tear, the savage might of the blow alone is enough to knockback nearly any opponent. One post cool down (20 Stamina).
Spells
While magic is not very common among Draco clans, in his years away Kothar has come to appreciate its great potential. He plans to soon use it to further himself along his pilgrimage.
