Race: Zith
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: Fourth Day of Winter in 497 AV
Birthplace: Cyphrus
Appearance: Arn Jak is a simple being, birthed with promising features of his race that he bore no direct quarrels with. A slender face, with average features no special then the last. His jaw line curve neatly to square away his face, forehead often hidden behind the mess of hair he rarely bothered to tuck out of his way. Deep blue eyes,a dark navy in color to stare blankly from behind it. The free hanging fibers of his hair traveled down to a messy stop at the middle of his back. Often small twigs or leaves stuck within it from the last time he chose to romp about, at times blood would cake themselves within them. Things, he never had much interest in removing - they were trophies of sorts. He is often found crouched, broad shoulders slumped against his long legs while arms drooped between them. Finding this position so comforting he can be found sleeping in it. His knuckles often found refuge against the hot or cool surfaces of the ground beneath him. His wings often decide to have a mind of their own, moving often restlessly from settling limply against him. To stretching against their length like they bore many aches and pains.
When urged to emerge from his lazed positioning, his full frame can properly come into view. Despite his normal slouching, when he stood his shoulders bore no signs of bad habits. His wings would never allow him to prod along with a hunchback, thus his shoulders would neatly square up. He was tall, taller than the average - taller than expected at a lengthy five-eleven. Most of the height appeared within his legs, toned calves from the overuse in his day to day life. His diet was not lacking in the basics of animals, yet a quick glance of his frame would make one curious towards where it all went. Skin hugging tight against torso, displaying bottom rows of rib cage upon inhale of breath, settling at best one hundred and thirty pounds. Healthy he was still, flattened stomach with little imperfection to soil one's sight. He was not without scars, most generated upon his forearms and ankles. The rough and tumble feel of him makes him seem nearly unapproachable, if one is lucky enough they will discover a hidden gem. This pale skin covered head to toe in a silky fur, grey in color, soft to the touch. Comparable to the fuzz of newborn felines when stroked. That is of course, if welcomed close enough, within the range of claws dressed upon fingers and toes.
Character ConceptTo be called friendly in one breath, and terrorizing in the next. Physically Arn Jak is simple, mentally his mood changes like the flip of a coin. It was not as if he was traumatized at some point in his life. He bore no honest reason why he failed to hold some level of constancy, he held interest in only what he desired within that moment. Life to him, is but a cluster of moments that he is free to do with as he pleases. At times he could be compared to a hot-tempered toddler, tossing his cups and bowls when they were not refilled as quickly as he wished. Or if they did not hold the meal he wanted. Simple fits of uncalled for violence runs the risk of never being able to own anything nice. Nor owning much of anything to begin with. Curiosity pulls him through the day, from one thing to the next without a care in the world.
He will spend most of his time in a relaxed state, calm to the core and possibly much too busy with anything other than sleeping. One can mainly find him within this state during the daylight hours. The sun is not his greatest enemy, but no where close to being his friend. His skin tone couldn't of made this more clear, the idea of tanning or spending extended hours in the sunlight just wasn't going to work for him. Cool, darker places were his favorite. Often tunnels he took the time to dig, or natural caves in which to lurk. Such a state comes about mostly when he is alone, when tucked away in a complete state of comfort with no true need to fuss over this or that. His senses will dull as his mind drifts, making this a dangerous pocket to settle in around others he cannot trust. A secret he tries to keep held close, but the right kind of observer might catch on and use it against him.
His temper bares a short fuse, willing to throw tantrums at the smallest things. To range from the breaking of an object or two. Or the shattering of a few bones. It’s not often he will dive into full fledged fist fights, forced to remind himself that the right kind of hitter will only make him suffer. As he is thin, his bones light in weight to made it easier for him to move around, they can at times be easier to crack. Because of this, he enjoys the planning and plotting of any revenge suit. No matter how far or few between. It couldn't of made him more excited for the chance to try out new ideas on someone that just happened to rub him the wrong way. He will always be done to play with his food.
When hunger strikes, or curiosity over tasting something new surfaces, Arn Jak settles into a whole different state of mind. He does most, if not all, of his hunting at night. With the exception of rather cloudy days, rainy days and some winter storms. His wings fold into place at his will, eyes focus against the beauty of the night. Anything within his reach and ability will become his. In the dark he always bore the advantage, even if he wasn't going to succeed in killing something to eat. There was always something to play with. When the chance of fun overtakes the need for food, he can often be found clattering through the surface, chasing after a few animals on their own turf. A dangerous game of tag with legs built up enough to get him almost close enough, the only time he truly wins is when his prey as stumbled. On nights of excitement he tends to forget the idea of stalking about quietly, loud and rowdy for the sake of his own enjoyment. An easy target to find, but difficult to sneak up on. Eyes quick to pick apart his surroundings, an ambush at night would be silly against him.
Arn Jak does not seek conversation, at least not until his need to fill in the holes of his knowledge overwhelm him. It is rare for him to speak, he will only ever do so in the presence of another when it can't be avoided. His grammar and pronunciation is choppy at best, grown lazy over time. Regularly switching vowels with others and expect everyone else to understand. (Ex. He would pronounce "Home" like "Homu") He will understand when being spoken to, with a few words or sayings he will not understand. (Ex. Slang, or item's he's never seen.)
At times his curiosity will take a twisted turn, sometimes he just has to know.. He has to know what this animal sounds like when it screeches in pain. If the color of its blood is truly what he had imagined. He has to know if this person could cry, could beg. Could bleed the same color as he. He is driven blindly by the passion to seek out the answers, sometimes his play things don't quite make it alive..
LanguageFluent Language: Zith
Basic Language: Common.
SkillsSkill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
Observation | 10(RB) | 10 | Novice |
Tracking | 10(SP) | 10 | Novice |
Land Navigation | 10(SP) | 10 | Novice |
Hunting | 10(SP) | 10 | Novice |
Camouflage | 10(SP) | 10 | Novice |
Stealth | 10(SP) | 10 | Novice |
LoresLore of Alvadas Location Changing
Lore of Alvadas Underground
Possessions1 Set of Clothing (Very Colorful)
-Linen/Wool Shirt
-Linen/Wool Pants
-Linen/Wool Undergarments
-Linen Cloak
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (wood)
-Brush (wood)
-Soap
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
Heirloom: Scythe (18gm) - the very tip of it is missing from usage.
HousingWill reside in and around Alvadas.
No physical home, caves and tunnels more his style.
LedgerPurchase | Cost | Total |
Starting | +100 GM | 100 GM |
Cash in house | +500 GM | 600 GM |
Thread List516AV Summer
12th Day (
The Gaping Maw)
entering alvadas29th day (
Here We Are)
Phobius