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Age: 9 years
Place of Birth: Xy
Date of Birth: 10th of Summer
Gender: Male
Race: Zith
Appearance: Stygian stands around six and a half feet, perhaps a bit over. He possesses the broad-shoulders, slim waist, hard yet lean muscles, and visage of a strapping nineteen year old; his jaw and chin are equally strong, lips somewhat thick and firm, and dark red eyes brooding in nature. All in all, he possesses a very human look, allowing him to blend in quite well. The young man's hair naturally forms a large, curly afro, and can easily hide his somewhat long, pointed ears. His silk-fine fur is a light gray in hue, and even from a yard away, it can look like regular skin. From his elbows and knees are longer grows longer, thicker black hair. Proudly arched from his shoulders is a pair of bat-like wings, though at times he wraps them above his form like a leather cloak. His nails are all quite sharp and strong, though not particularly long, while his elongated canines are noticeable most when he smiles.
Concept: Stygian (as he's called because of his tendency to wrap his wings about himself and appear like a stygian-black beastling) is very swayed by his emotions and perceptions. He's far from feral yet far from civil, meaning he doesn't act evil and monstrous for the sake of, but he could hardly be found in a formal setting. He's very observative and somewhat quiet, as well, and not very social because.
Like many Zith, he is intensely curious. There are things that can easily pique his curiosity (and he wouldn't leave it alone until he's going out everything possible about it), but it's never yet been a person. Or even a group of people.
History: Born into a rather large family in Xy with a relatively large amount of slaves, Stygian never particularly wanted for a thing. He grew up a relatively normal Zith life, full of hunting creatures (sometimes mere animals, other times stupid humans), watching over slaves, and dissecting anything that interested him. He was decent at breaking things apart; a lot of times, he could put it back together, as well. Perks of being a Zith; got what he wanted if he won a fight, and was smart and fast learning enough to not lose anything permanently to dissection.
When he turned 10 (equivalent of a 20 year old human) he departed the colony in search of new wonders; he'd barely flown, aimlessly, for a few good hours before he caught sight of Syliras. He'd landed, wrapping his wings around him. Soon, he was wandering the city, his funny "cloak" earning him a few looks but not quite much. He wandered for a few days, before finally getting a home in the Castle.
His adventure begins now, in Syliras.
Fluent Language: Zithanese
Basic Language: Common
(HELPFUL HINT, Please Remove - Practiced Languages: Common)
Skills
Skill EXP Total Proficiency
Hunting 20 SP 20 Novice
Weapon: Dagger 10 SP 10 Novice
Weapon: Scimitar 20 SP 20 Novice
Observation 10 RB 10 Novice
Lores
Lore of Zith Culture
Lore of Flying Scimitar Strikes
Possessions
1 Set of Clothing
-Torn shirt usually worn around his waist
-Black, slighly torn pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Cloak, rarely used
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Food is given out daily
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: Cold Iron Scimitar and Cold Iron Dagger made by family slaves. He keeps the dagger hidden on his person while the scimitar is more often than not strapped at his waist.
Location: Syliras, Sylira
House: 20x20 apartment in the castle
Ledger
Purchase Cost Total
Starting +100.0.0 = 100.0.0
Cold Iron Dagger -6.0.0 = 94.0.0
Scabbard -4.0.0 = 90.0.0
Dagger Scabbard -2.0.0 = 88.0.0
Night Leather Armour -60.0.0 = 28.0.0
