Cole Skyborne

[Cole Skyborne]

Cole Skyborne Race: Zith Age: 20 Birthday: 90th of Summer, 493AV Birthplace: Sea of Grass Location: Syliras Languages: Common - Fluent Zith - Basic Lores: Lore of Syliras Law Lore of Nurture over Nature Appearance: Cole appears as a normal Zith with his fur entirely black from head to toe. He is strange in the fact he chooses to wear clothing over the portions of his body thick with fur, primarily his arms and legs. Physically he is not that uncommon with other Zith, with height of six foot one and weight of one hundred fifty pounds. His wingspan is slightly larger though not large enough to notice without actually measuring. Cole wears his hair to the middle of his back in a long, single braid. A recent change to his appearance would be the way he cuts his fur short, usually once a week, to help make his clothing more comfortable. Personality: Due to his childhood he has grown a fondness of non-Zith, specifically with humans. Cole is the type to try and blend in with the humans, though often he has trouble adapting to the cultures. His primal urges sometimes get the best of him, but through years of training he has managed to redirect the aggressions and urges to more “constructive” outlets. Ethics: Cole has a modified set of morals, somewhere between human and Zith. Though he possesses a “slave” she is more recognizable as a paid servant. He tries not to harm anyone, preferring peace over conflict. He does have the tendency to break rules in his own way, especially considering his location. His best achievement morally is the complete removal of human (or other sentient being) from his diet. Likes: Working and making money (of course), deer or rabbit meat well cooked and seasoned, Shoulder and Back massages, long flights, Hammocks, foul or pungent smells (Weird right?), Medical practice. Dislikes: Segregation, wild assumptions – usually about his person, blatant stupidity, daylight History: Cole is currently the odd-man out, though when looking back it seems it has always been this way. His parents were somewhat social with Non-zith, even had a human slave which took care of him for a long while under the supervision of his parents. However, upon the unfortunate departure of his parents during an Akalak hunt, he was left in full custody of the human woman. From the young age she taught him the necessities of life, in her own human way. Medicine was the primary reason she was kept around and regarded so highly by his parents, so she taught him that. From the age of five he could build a splint from sticks, leaves and his own hair, the latter being a touch he added in one day when nothing else could be found. She also helped train him in unarmed combat, though of that she knew very little. The slave woman had always admired the color of his fur. She said it look like raw coal. He liked the sound, it was short and sweet and pleasing to the ears. Adopting a similar sounding name near his early adulthood, he came to think of this woman as a mother-slave, though even that bled into a simple motherly bond. At a young age he left the hovel of the slave, primarily due to her marriage. With child, she could no longer teach him and would soon have little time to spend elsewhere, not to mention the man she married was not all that rich. He was just another mouth to feed. And so he flew across vast distances, working himself to exhaustion and back. He enjoyed every minute of it, but still he needed a place to stay, a place to work and socialize. Flying was fun, but out in the wild it was lonely. He had become accustomed to the slave watching his back as he watched hers, and that companionship that came with it. He stopped at the edges of the Sea of Grass, a small group of people had caught his attention… Specifically one woman which was quite a distance from the rest; she was a lovely young woman, a little younger than himself it appeared. She kind of reminded him of the slave back home, enough so he was drawn in, finding himself stalking her on her nightly walks. One day she had roamed too far, stumbling upon a wandering Glassbeak. At first he tried to resist giving away his position, but when the beast scored with a gash down her chest he had that troubling impulse to jump in… With an aerial assault the Glassbeak was overwhelmed and soon blinded by Cole’s enraged clawing. Needless to say, the woman tried to run, but in too much pain she did not make it far. Using feathers from the beast, braided grass and a few other nearby materials, Cole bandaged up the girl’s chest. The act was definitely different than anything the young girl had heard about Ziths in the past; different enough to hear him out. After that first little talk, they met up every night for almost a year with Cole hiding away during the day. The last night they met like this, she was crying. He had learned that the girl’s mother had died by illness when she was young, and now her father had simply vanished. That was the night he stole her away. No one would follow them, at least not fast enough to find them. “You are my slave, now. Understand that and do as I say… We will be friends forever.” The twisted mind of a Zith had never sound so innocent as his words had that day. True to them, she still lives as his slave, though with a pretty good lifestyle by comparison to others. He eventually settled in the city of Syliras. The smells were wonderful, almost intoxicating – so unlike those found outside the walls. After traveling so long he had become more accustomed to the air than the ground, but the new experiences with the crowds were as exciting as they were frustrating… Old enough to get a job and his own home, that is where he started off... He only hoped a Zith doctor was not too extreme for these people, with the whole “People-eater” ordeal his race had… Possessions: Simple shirt Simple breeches Backpack Razor Brush Flint & Steel 1 Waterskin Skills and Experience: Skill Gained EXP Total EXP Level Medicine 30(SP) 30 Competent Unarmed Combat 15 (SP) 5 Novice Observation 10(RB) 10 Novice Meditation 5(SP) 5 Novice Ledger: [i]Purchase Cost Total Starter Package +100gm 100gm Starter Housing Package (Turned In) +500gm 600gm Hammock -5gm 595gm 51 days at Traveler’s Row (Double room, elegant) -15gm 580gm

[Cole Skyborne]

Name: Leona NPC Type: Travelling Companion Race & Gender: Drakas/Human, Female Relation to PC: Slave/servant/Mate Skills: Massage (10 EXP) Cooking (10 EXP) Sewing (5 EXP) Driving (5 EXP) Appearance Leona may be small of stature, but that does not make her any less attractive. She stands at 5' and weighs 95lbs. Her hair is a dark brown and wavy, usually hung down to her mid-back with a single braid tyed from her crown to lay within the waves, keeping the hair from her face. Her skin is fair, pale even, thanks to Cole's preferrance of the night and lack of direct sun to her body. She has curved, lush hips and a small rear with equally lush, long legs. Bust wise, she is somewhat lacking with only small handfuls even in her own, delicate hands. Due to being well fed, her ribs never show but with their constant activity she doesn't have much bodyfat at all. Personality: She is a strong willed woman and always has been. Despite her small stature she has a rather big personality, usually bubbly and innocent though there are plenty of times when she shines above others, or tries to, boasting about things she has seen and done, for example flying above the clouds and tamed a Zith! The latter is not entirely true, but of course Cole never calls it. She is happy to adapt to new situations, and if need be help Cole. She has a very close relationship with her owner, to the point she even considers him her mate. Leona is prone to defending her master if need be, especially if it is in situations she can do any good (IE proving he is not all evil and such.) History Leona was born of a Drykas father and a human mother from Zeltiva. She had once lived in her father's pavilion with her mother, a happy little family for all to see! At the age of six, during one of her nightly walks away from their encampment, she was confronted by a massive bird of prey, a glassbeak! With no weapons and no training, she was sure to die. The Glassbeak caught her with a talon down her chest, leaving a scar to forever remind her of that day... though now when she thinks back on it, it was always quite lucky. A young Zith had been there, almost as young as she, who dove onto the giant bird's back and viciously clawed out its eyes with the element of surprise... At first, she was frightened beyond belief, she had heard so many things about Zith, none of them good. When she tried to flee the wound on her chest bled and ached more... As if in a dream, the Zith actually bandaged her up. He offered a name, a human one, and a smile. It was so surreal... but she knew she could not ignore this act. The next night she returned, bringing a small bit of the Glassbeak meat from the kill Cole had made. They talked for almost hours... The night after that she returned with water for the Zith and a bit more food. Every now and then she'd be surprised to find he had found another small kill for her to take back. Sometimes she'd cook it right there for their own little feast. When she was seven, she stopped coming for a while. Her mother had died, and her father had vanished... she didn't know why. Could he be dead too? The worried Zith waited patiently... after two weeks of her absence, Leona returned and told Cole what had happened. The strangest thing happened then. The Zith picked her up and flew away. "You are my slave, now. Understand that and do as I say… We will be friends forever.” She knew Ziths were notorious for bring slavers, but oddly... she didn't mind this time. This one was different. This one was kind. For a while they roamed about. Most times her orders were to massage his back or cook what he catches. The worst/best order was when he had a lapse of his lustful instincts... She would lose her virginity to the man, but it was okay. She was his slave, and his friend. Better her than some whore at a brothel... Besides, he treated her well. They were more friends than slave and master. The experiences she had with Cole were all new. When in private they could both walk around naked, but when in public he'd always dress her up nicer than himself. She was well fed and cared fore - how could she not be? Her master was a doctor after all... NPC Note : Leona is a requested and accepted Traveling NPC. She does not help with Cole's job due to rules and such, but if there are any players who wish to take her place, perhaps with Philtering or Herbolism, PM me and we'll talk. Be warned, their relationship is very close, Leona is close to loving Cole, so she would never try to break off from him entirely, though she would be prone (and allowed) to wander around the city to do her own thing. Massage and Cooking skills are non-negotiable, however Driving and Sewing are not necessary. Her general appearance can be altered slightly if desired, but the history remains. There are gaps between being taken and arriving in Syliras that can be filled in, of course.