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Zarek
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Zarek Kalyian
« Thread Started on Jun 24, 2006, 2:08pm »

.::Name::.
Zarek Kalyian

.::Age::.
326 years

.::Gender::.
Male

.::Family::.
Father: King Jargen of Galor; Mother: Queen Lalysa of Galor; Brothers: Sir Herold; Sisters: None

.::Lover::.
Is currently not looking for one and wants nothing to do with the opposite gender.

.::Young::.
N/A

.::Description::.
Zarek is a tall Drican at 10 feet, 6 inches. He weighs over 200 pounds. With a black and gray pelt it's quite easy for him to hid in shadows. He uses golden-yellow orbs to observe everything around him. His wings and tail are black to match his fur.

.::Jewelry::.
Golden medallion with a star-like symbol.

.::Weapons::.
Cerulean colored sword and dagger.
[image]

.::Powers::.
White Mage, deals with mainly earth, air, and water elements.

.::Picture::.
(See Signature.)

.::Personality::.
Zarek is a very laid back Drican. He is kind to most, aggressive to those who deserve it. He had been told numerous times that he had a good sense of judgement. Though he doesn’t believe it. Whenever he’s around someone he doesn’t know, he is usually quiet, mainly because he is observing the person/creature. Even though he knows a lot, he tends to keep his knowledge to himself. You could say he does so because he doesn’t want others constantly seeking his advice.

.::History::.
Born Prince Zarek Jaron Yorfal Kalyian in the land of Galor. His parents, Jergen and Lalysa, were King and Queen of the lands. Being the first born son, Zarek was atomatically considered heir to the throne. But, as the young Drican grew older and the more stress he went through, the further he withdrew himself from the castle life. It began as running off into the Forest once a month, but soon it went further. Daily he visited an old mage whom dwelled within the Forest. It was there where he was taught the ways of the White Mage. The old Drican even transferred a few dark spells to Zarek during their lessons.

When his mentor passed, Zarek grew depressed, locking himself within his keep. His family grew worried of him. One day, while Herold, the youngest son, was teaching a younger Drican how to fight, Zarek’s interest in the Warrior’s ways grew. He began to watch his brother as he practiced his swordplay. When he could learn no more from the Knight to be, Zarek moved on to watch the older Knights. Without touching a sword, he learned and soon became a greater fighter than all of the Drican knights. None of them believed this of course, so they challenged him. Knowing his skill in magic, they made it a rule that Zarek could not use his abilities. Zarek quickly agreed.

Over the next few weeks, more skilled knights came seeking to challenge this “Greatest Drican Warrior of all Time.” Again and again, Zarek defeated his oponents. Yet, after each battle, while everyone rejoiced, Zarek would isolate himself in his room.

At the age of 217 years, Zarek left his home without a single goodbye. He began to travel all across the world. Over the next hundred years, he dedicated himself to learning all there was to know about magic and fighting. But, most importantly, he wanted to learn about life. He slept in the Dragons’ caves. Feasted with the Lycan packs. Learned from the Elven druids. By his 320th year, he knew more then most scholars. He began to see the same things he already knew. There was nothing else for him to learn. At least, of where he was. Now, he has journeyed to the once place he had yet to visit. Hoping, seeking, to learn more.

.::Roleplay Example::.
(This is of another character of mine. I hope it is alright.)
A thick layer of clouds hid the sun. There was no wind. No sound of birds singing or wolves romping. Beneath a shady oak, what seemed like a large wolf lay. With a closer look, you could see that this was no ordinary wolf. A pelt of dark crimson was matted with sweat from the she-wolf’s hard run to excape. With a single black stripe from the tip of her now to the tip of her tail, she was quite hidden in the dark shadows. Two colored optics stared out into the meadow as a doe and her little fawn pranced out into the opening.

The wolf watched the creatures carefully as they began to graze on the sweet grass. She had no intention of devouring either of them. At the moment, all Indu could think about was that human who had kept her prisoner. He would be looking for her now. Using bloodhounds to follow her scent. It took a lot for her to convince herself she was safe now. Safe enough to rest a bit, at least. Letting out a soft sigh, the dark she-wolf turned away from the small deer family so that only her right ice blue eye kept them in view while the other marron orb gazed into the distance.

Her mind began to wonder. Would she ever find her family again? How were Landerath and Kavik? Were they even alive? Indu growled as she remembered the men who had tortured her and forced her to fight in the dog rink. They had taken her from her siblings. They had ripped away the only thing she had left. She hoped to find them one day. Hope to one day be happy once more. She took in a deep breath and stood. Taking one more look towards the doe and fawn, she bolted into the brush, vanishing into the shadows.

.::Race::.
Drican (Dragon Wolf)
© Me

.::Interesting Facts::.
Zarek likes to observe everything about him. At times, he could be found sitting in a pup just listening and watching. Besides that, he likes to read and spend time to himself. Whenever he can, he practices and tunes up his fighting skills as well as his Mage skills.

.::Pets::.
N/A

.::Inventory::.
Only his sword, dagger, and medallion so far.

« Last Edit: Jun 26, 2006, 1:06pm by Zarek »

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