Dyrid

[Dyrid]

Basic Information
Race: Kelvic
Birthdate: 13th of Winter, 508 AV
Age: One year old
Gender: Male

Physical Description
Human: Dyrid while in his human form, is 5'8 rather small for a Kelvic male. With a body sculpted by force labor he is lean and muscular. His hair is white as the fur he dons as a tiger running down the middle of his head in a single strip. A black tribal tattoo starts on the right side of his back, moving across the shoulders, covering the left arm and stopping in the middle of his chest. Hidding the scars that cover a good portion of his body from the time he spent as a slave. Dyrid's eyes are cold and blue as a frozen pools of water they are eyes that belong to a predator, his movements have a natural feline grace to them.

Myrian Tiger: Stands about four and half feet tall at the shoulder, 13 feet long snout to tip of tale (He isnt full grown but one day he will stand at about five feet and 15 feet snout to tale), with fur white as snow and obsidian stripes that cover him head to tail. Built for fighting, hunting, tracking, and can be used as a mount, also an excellent swimmer. With the same frozen sapphire orbs as in his human form.

Character Concept
After being held as a slave for the first part of his life Dyrid has found no trust among humans (mainly males.) Staying out of the city's since all the people, smells, and the loud sounds tend to be a bit much for him. Being a Kelvic has left him with no real understanding right from wrong, but he has the natural curiosity of a cub which gets him into alot of trouble. With life to short for a kelvic he has little to no concept of things human's dwell on like laws, religion, mannars, and social skills. Playing, swimming, and napping in the afternoon sun are a few of Dyrid's favorite things to do. He tryings to enjoy everyday as if it were his last. Dyrid refers to his feral Myrian tiger instincts as brother tiger who takes over when threatend or when Dyrid just can't handle the situation. He has vowed to do what ever it takes to survive and to never be collared again.

[Dyrid]

Character History
Pre-Creation
Dyrid was a product of slave breeding in the city known as Sunberth. Being a Myrian tiger kelvic he was sold for a nice amount to a wizard named Galdion Drakus. The slavers showed no concern that Galdion's mind clearly had been lost to his misuse of arcane powers. Dyrid was collared and bound while he was transported north to a small cabin somewhere in the Syliran wilderness. The first few days with Galdion weren't bad he was treated almost human sleeping in a warm bed and three hot meals a day.

As time passed with Galdion no bond was formed between the two, the tiger within him knew this man couldn't be trusted even if Dyrid himself didn't. His purpose with Galdion was to be a protector but without the bond that would never be. This enraged the wizard and everything changed he was imprisoned in a cage outside the cabin exposed to all the elements. This final act snapped Galdion's mind he would chain Dyrid to the wall of the cabin, and lash out at him with a set of nine tails. The mad man would be overwhelmed by joy at the sound of flesh tearing, and the cries from the young kelvic as he pleaded for it to stop. Other than the torture Galdion had little use for Dyrid, some grunt work and heavy lifting that the wizard himself would not do.

Even though religion was to vast of a concept for the kelvic though he found comfort with the night sky. Looking towards the lustrous moon for answers to his pleas, longing for freedom. As the days passed and the kelvic grew the steel band that bound him to his human form didn't. Galdion wasn't about to waste the coin he spent on young Dyrid just to have him die only having a year use out of the kelvic, so he decided to replace the boy's old collar.

When the wizard approached the dazed kelvic he had know idea that Dyrid wasn't in control. Bending down and unclasping the old collar the kelvics pleas were answered, in a flash of bright light his skin dissolved into tiny particles of light reforming into a large white Myrian tiger. Dyrid puffed out his chest and let loose a mighty roar that shook the ground they stood upon. He could smell the fear rolling off Galdion as he laid eyes on the kelvics tiger form for the first time falling on the ground unable to speek let alone run.

Seeing the man tremble made killing him so much more enjoyable pouncing ontop of the wizard Dyrid closed his massive teeth around Galdion's throat. Holding completely still as the last of the life faded from the man savoring every moment in his first kill. After a few breaths he could no longer feel the man's pulsing heart so Dyrid decided to eat his full after all shifting made him hungry. Making short work on Galdion's corpse since the wizard was so lean and skinny he barely made a snack for the tiger. Sucking the last bit of marrow from a bone he curled into a ball and slept a full nights rest for once.

The warm morning rays woke Dyrid, eyes roaming around him trying to recall the events of last night. There was blood covered everything his white fur stained crimson with a pile of unidentifiable remains presumably Galdion lay a few feet from were he slept. Not fully understanding what had truly happend, only knowing one thing...that he was a free man. With that thought he streched out removing the knot sleeping had gave him rising to all fours he grabed Galdion's travel pack in his mouth, since he would not be using it any time soon.

Armed with only his basic tiger instincts and the taste of leather on the tongue he set out, unknowing to what dangers that may lie ahead of him. His first day of freedom Dyrid got himself marked, a combination of tribal swirls and stripes. Starting in the middle of his chest running down his left arm and across his back. Serving as a permanent reminder to his past and why he will never be collared again.

[Dyrid]

Abilities
Shapeshifting
Heightened Senses

Languages
Common, Feline

Equipment
1 Set of Clothing (Loose white linen shirt, and loose blackpants)
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
Food for a week
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel

Skill points

Skills	Experience	Acquisition
Hunting	25	Racial Bonus (10) + Starting Package (15)
Tracking	10	Starting Package (10)
Stealth	10	Starting Package (10)
Wilderness Survival	5	Starting Package (5)
Unarmed	5	Starting Package (5)
Running	5	Starting Package(5)

Lore
Reading the night sky (being able to always find north at night)
Living alone in the wild

Ledger
100 gm (sp)
+500gm (No shelter from starting package)

Thread list
Summer 5010
1st Alone But Not Lonely (Kavala)
2nd Shall We Go Chase Gulls? (Kavala, Flick)
65th The Call, The Dream, The Water (Riverfall's Misfits)
70th Undisclosed Desires Of The Heart (Flick)


Credit
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