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| Comissar | Jun 1 2009, 10:51 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Comis-Sar Race: Draksar Alignment: Supports the Sundered Lands but not to the same degree as most Draksar Attack: 15 Defense: 12 (26 post bonus) Speed: 9 Range: 1-2 (Explained below) Hit Points: 43 Size: Taller than a human but not significantly so Equipment: Weapons: A Glaive (Hence the 1-2 range) that Comis has carried for several years, during this time he has become quite proficient with his chosen weapon A small knife. Comis uses this when the Glaive would be unwieldy or if he cannot use his favoured weapon for whatever reason Miscellaneous Equipment: Comis carries a Dragonhide Satchel which can hold anything the size of a large book downwards. Comis wears various amulets and pendants around his neck. A couple of these are imbued with a portion of the power of Vindrax. These help to defend Comis against spirits and necromancy, glowing white hot when they are activated. Comis cannot conciously activate them though. Physical Description: Comis is quite tall by human standards, standing roughly two metres tall. His body is completely covered in dark brown scales. He has a deep scar running across his left eye. He does not talk about the origins of the scar but it has completely blinded him in that eye. Comis is significantly stronger than most humans and has minor regenerative powers due to his nature as a Draksar. Unique Abilities: Comis cannot be harmed by heat, be it from flames or molten metal. This is due to his scales and if he is injured prior to being attacked by fire he will still feel the fire on the wound. Comis is able to communicate with all draconic beings. This is a rare ability amongst the Draksar and many view it as suspicious whilst others look at it in awe. Background: (Warning, wall of text ahead) Comis opened the door to his house. He was isolated in the desert, his house was the only shelter for miles around. That was the way he liked it. Comis placed his dagger on the table. He'd made a good catch. An old gazelle had been limping across the dunes. It hadn't been able to keep pace with its herd. It had been a simple matter for Comis to catch it. Comis sat down and began to clean the beast. A strangled cry of pain from outside caught his attention. Putting down his kill, he looked out the window. A small desert dwelling bird was convulsing on the sand outside his house. As Comis watched, its feathers began to fall from its body. Its beak grew to be longer and, with sickening crunching of bones, its entire body began to restructure itself. Backing away from the window, Comis began to panic. What was happening? Suddenly, he to began to convulse. His skin felt like it was on fire. Screaming in agony, Comis staggered and fell. Comis heard his bones splintering and reforming. The pain was to much, surely he was going to die. Looking at his hands, he saw scales begin to cover his skin. After several hours, the pain began to subside. When the pain was entirely gone, Comis shakily got to his feet. He was amazed that he was still alive. Strangely, he felt stronger than ever before, the sunlight didn't feel like it was burning him either. Looking down at himself, he was surprised to see scales and not human skin. What had happened to him. Walking outside, a strange sight met his eyes. Nothing had been unchanged save the sands themselves. Crocidile-like creatures were working together in a pack to try and take down a giant scorpion. Overhead, a massive dragon flew past, the strange thing was that this dragon was part insect. And over it all was the noise. Comis could hear everything the creatures were saying to each other. He understood their languages. Head spinnning, Comis walked back into his house. What was going on? Something had happened, and he needed to know what. Walking back into his house he picked up his dagger and a satchel which he filled with some supplies. Picking a direction, Comis began walking. Several days later, Comis had begun to get used to his new body. He was stronger than before, the sun didn't scorch him, he needed much less water to keep going. Even so, he had yet to find another person. The first village he had come across had been deserted, all the others after that had been in various states of dereliction. How had this happened? A crazed voice echoed out of a cavern leading deep underground. It sounded bizzarre, like the voices of the reptilians he had encountered during his journey, but more confused. What it was saying made no sense. Cautiously, Comis approached the cave. "Who's in there?" he called out "I? I am a monument to all your sins!" cackled the voice A rustling of wings was all the warning Comis had as a massive red dragon launched itself out of the cave. Using its forelegs, the dragon tried to claw at Comis' face. Comis was just to slow. He didn't manage to dodge the attack in time and one claw raked across the left side of his face and cut through his eye. Comis turned, blind in his left eye. There was no pain yet, the adrenaline in his system helped supress it. The great dragon reared its head back and belched a fireball at Comis. Throwing his arms up, Comis tried to shield himself from the inferno. With surprise, he lowered his arms and looked at himself. He hadn't even felt the flames and there appeared to be no damage. Smiling, Comis drew his dagger from its sheath. As the dragon flew towards him once more, Comis ducked to one side and cut deeply into its leg with his blade. The dragon roared with pain. Comis took the opertunity to run. He didn't stop running until night fell. He didn't want to be anywhere near when the dragon decided to take its revenge. Several weeks later, Comis finally exited the Sadri desert. He was delirious with hunger and only just managed to make it into a town before collapsing. Just before he passed out, he saw a tall, scaled figure come towards him. When Comis finally woke up, he was inside a cell. That didn't matter to him though, what mattered was the bowl of soup that was in the cell with him. He greedily ate the soup and then sat back to wait for someone to come to talk to him. He didn't have to wait long. A large, scaled humanoid walked up to his cell. "Come with me" he growled Comis didn't have the strength to fight him, even if he had needed to. Standing up, he followed the creature. He was lead to a room with three seats. One was occupied by another scaled humanoid. Comis sat in one and asked "What are you?" This question seemed to catch the two by surprise "We are Draksar," one said, "How is it that you don't know that?" Draksar. Comis had never heard of them before. "I've never heard of you, why are you in these lands?" Another exchange of looks. "These are the lands of our people, they have been for many years. What about you, where did you come from. You are not of the sand people but neither are you a member of the military. Are you a spy of the dwarves?" The Dwarves, Comis recognised that one, last he had heard they were allied with them. "The dwarves? No, I'm no spy. And what do you mean the 'sand people'? Look, where have the humans gone? I need to understand what has happened to me, a great change has occured in the area in which I live. I don't understand what has caused it and I don't know how quickly it spreads. I set out to find out." The two Draksar turned away from him to talk. Comis heard them whispering. His hearing had always been good. "Is it possible that he is newly changed?" "No, the change happened decades ago!" "But, what if it didn't reach him for a long time?" "I suppose it's possible" "Even so, we have no right to hold him, after all, he is not a Skeezick, he has rights." One of the Draksar turned back to him. "You really don't know what happened do you? All the Draksar were once human. But now we are better, we are stronger. The change you described, that spread through the entire country many decades ago. It was a blessing from the gods. And then the scum of Ironfist betrayed us. They scorned us for our transformation and even attacked us. After that, we swore to wipe them from the face of the earth. As for you, we have no reason to hold you here. You may leave." The tall Draksar let Comis pass and then went back into the building. Comis frowned to himself. There was much that he had missed in his secluded existence. Who could he find that knew what had happened. Sighing, Comis set out to meet his destiny. |
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| Nora | Jun 2 2009, 08:50 AM Post #2 |
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Great History , Accepted |
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| Comissar | Jun 2 2009, 09:32 AM Post #3 |
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thankyou
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