Post by Behemoth on Mar 14, 2007 7:57:58 GMT
Name: Shathur Khazad (Means “Cloudy”) Zuchur Khazad (Means “Cursed Dwarf” - Dwarven name – his nick name)
Race: Halfling (Half Sand Elf, Half Drow)
Class: Wandering Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 129
Nature: Shathur is neutral in all ways, but that doesn’t mean he won’t act viciously towards others. In battle he never hesitates and never surrenders. He makes his heritage his pride and has an unmatched willpower. Of course he has been taught to keep from arrogance or bragging. He won’t rush into any battle he cannot win.
Realm: Nimian, village of Layton
Appearance: Most halflings that are part elf have grey skin and Shathur is no different, except for one thing. In strong emotion when his blood begins pumping through his body rapidly, the grey skin becomes darker. If the emotion is strong enough he can turn his skin almost black, usually this only last for a minute or less.
Moving on to other features Shathur strangely also has long red hair, a pure red that is very easy to pick out of a crowd, but still surprising to see. His eyes glimmer in a white pearl-like color that is quite beautiful, almost like treasure. And his body shape is muscular enough to get acceptable nods from other Dwarves, though not body-builder like. He’s also slightly shorter than the average elf, about 5’8”.
Now as for his attire it was a difficult task making clothes for a being taller than themselves, so they hired an elf to tailor his clothes every couple of decades or so until he finally stopped growing. Now he wears a black leather armless shirt and black leather pants with mid-high black boots with boot flaps. When he goes outside however he wears a brown cloak with white fur around the seams.
Face:
- general shape: Muscular but slender
- jaw: Broad but sleek
- eyes - shape, color, size: Sharp-looking, pearl white, average size
- brows: Straight and thin
- ears: Pointed
- nose: Straight and slightly wide nostrils
- teeth: Average teeth with slightly longer K9 Teeth
Body:
- limbs: Long, muscular, slender
- torso: Ripped
- build: Medium
Attire:
- general, Black leather armless shirt, Black Leather Pants, Black mid-high boots with flaps. Brown cloak with white fur on the seams worn for outside use.
- jewelry: Custom made Dwarven house ring.
- extras: None
Family: (Will be explained in history)
History: One hundred and thirty one years ago a trick was played one a high classed male drow named Honglath Har’luth. In a jealous rage of power, another male drow named Kyone that was a rival to Honglath decided to pull a prank that would get him in Honglath’s position as well as stripping him of everything he held dear. The plan was to take a slave girl, a sand elf by the name of Viresse, and paint her to look like a drow. Then by replacing one of the servants on Honglath’s house she would tempt Honglath to some extent until Honglath would force himself on her. Of course she did not do this willingly. They had to drug her with a potion that placed her in their command.
The next week they began the plan and the minute the brainwashed slave girl stepped into the room she did everything she could to get him interested. As arrogant as Honglath was he took the bait easily and raped the slave girl, finishing and then leaving her on the floor unconscious. The hour before they had also slipped Viresse a drug that increased the chances of pregnancy and the next day their plan had began to work. They cleaned Viresse off and took her to their King, having her confess to what Honglath had done.
For acts of trying to reproduce with another race, especially of high elf origin, Honglath was tortured before he was sentenced to death. And now with Kyone in his newfound seat of power he no longer needed the slave girl, ordering his people to send her out on the frontlines of a battle they were having with the Dwarves. This way she would die without any suspicion towards him.
During the past couple of years, Massoto Vale had become a battleground between the drow and the dwarves, fighting over the dominance and the land. Here they dragged the girl on the quiet field and kicked her down in attacks of hate, but the soldiers did not expect what happened next.
In a strategic ambush, a dozen dwarves swarmed in on the four guards and killed them within seconds before they could take out their weapons or cast any spells. This attack was lead by a dwarf called Khwuln Khazad, a brother of King Zhamor, who had noticed the drows coming in and rounded up his men. As they found the elf girl laying on the ground they at first though she was drow herself, but without thinking before acting, Khwuln walked over to the girl and turned her over to see what she was. His brow inclined as he stared at the first sand elf the dwarves had ever seen. They couldn’t really tell what she was and decided to investigate.
After some discussion with the other dwarves none of them could say what she was and decided to take her to the capital city of Figby, where King Zhamor could possibly give them some insight.
As they confronted the King about the issue it was clear that no one knew what kind of elf this was. Zhamor, however, wasn’t about to give up however and he sent out messengers to the school of the arcane with descriptions of the girl for confirmation. When the messengers came back there was a high elf with them that then explained as to why type of elf they had came in contact with. The dwarves felt relieved as if they had figured it out on their own and annoyed the high elf who came, but before he left they also asked the high elf to speak with the girl and possibly take her with him to the school. When the discussion finished the high elf told King Zhamor that she had been raped and drugged, also making her pregnant in the process. This was something the high elf couldn’t ignore and denied the suggestion of taking her with him and instead suggested the dwarves keep her. The decision in allowing her to stay created a heavy debate, but in the end Khwuln convinced them he would take the girl to another city and let her live with him.
For the next year, Khwuln made his wife and kids uncomfortable with the presence of an elf in their home, but they eventually accepted her. They showed Viresse some dwarf customs and had her learn some songs, but when the time came for Viresse to have the child all hell broke loose. Khwuln went crazy going back and forth for water. His wife stayed and helped Viresse with her breathing and Khwuln’s daughter was speechless.
“The child is going to arrive any minute!” Khwuln’s wife said to her husband in the Dwarven tongue.
“I know woman! What do you suspect me to do about it?!” His wife glared at him before deciding not to argue with a man who never had to deal with the problem and focused on getting Viresse to push. Hours later his wife finally saw the head of the child and began helping Viresse move it along, the cries of a baby boy child filling the room minutes after and then the worse happened. Giving birth to a half-breed child is probably one of the hardest things any elf can do, especially if the child is part drow. Soon after she gave birth she could no longer keep her strength and slowly died. They couldn’t even ask her what name she wished to give the child and sat next to her now dead body mourning.
Khwuln walked over to his wife and gently took the child from her, bringing it close to Viresse’s face.
“Do you see? It’s a boy. A strange looking beautiful boy. And you will now know, for you I shall raise him the best I can. His name is Shathur. He will make you proud.”
Later that day they buried Viresse’s body in their cemetery and honored her memory with a Dwarven song. This was the one thing that pushed Khwuln’s emotion to the limit and as he left his wife with the child, he set out to the battle of Massoto Vale. Sadly, it was two years before the drows finally pushed them back and they lost the war, a very shameful day for them. When Khwuln came back he used the thought of Viresse’s child to look onto the battle as something that was finally finished and he could begin working on the promise he made to her.
For the first couple of decades of Shathur’s childhood, they were no doubt his best. He learned everything from how to be a blacksmith and then at the same time learning how to become a warrior. Eventually when Shathur was nearing young adulthood they decided to give him a weapon. Of course they knew it would have to be smaller than their usual stuff, but in the end they created the perfect weapon for him; a pole-arm. It was a four foot long pole made of mithril with a double-sided axe on the head. The axe, however, was smaller than usual. It expanded in width to about a little over a foot, was two in a half inches thick, and had small yet thick bull-horns made of the same material to create something to stab with. It was truly the perfect weapon as it weighed at least fifty five pounds which for Shathur’s strength was almost light enough to spin.
In exchange for such a great weapon, Shathur sang for them in broken down tunnels which renewed them—to an extent—and helped them be able to mine in better places without getting attacked.
At the first year of adulthood, the dwarves sent him over to the school of the arcane in order to learn some magic. He was taught in the school for seven years before finally getting kicked out for fighting with a teacher. In which he decided it was best to go back to his origin; the sand elves. This journey took him a couple of months of traveling and when he got to the village of Bartertown he was forced to leave in suspicion of being a drow.
In the next two years he thought it’d be best to go back to his Dwarven brethren, but had forgotten that he did not know the way. Now he lives in a cave at the base of Dragon’s Tooth mountain and hunts animals at night for food. He’s not sure what to do anymore and is nearing a decision to venture out to other realms as he hears something calling to him. An urge of moving to the north.
Personality:
-Strong willed
-Prideful
-Wise
-Eager
-Vicious (in battle)
-Protective
-Curious
-Cautious
Weakness: Even though he has a higher resistance to the sunlight, if he stays in it for too long it will weaken him greatly. Sunlight also decreases any drow powers he might try to use so most of the time he relies heavily on the sand elf powers.
Race: Halfling (Half Sand Elf, Half Drow)
Class: Wandering Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 129
Nature: Shathur is neutral in all ways, but that doesn’t mean he won’t act viciously towards others. In battle he never hesitates and never surrenders. He makes his heritage his pride and has an unmatched willpower. Of course he has been taught to keep from arrogance or bragging. He won’t rush into any battle he cannot win.
Realm: Nimian, village of Layton
Appearance: Most halflings that are part elf have grey skin and Shathur is no different, except for one thing. In strong emotion when his blood begins pumping through his body rapidly, the grey skin becomes darker. If the emotion is strong enough he can turn his skin almost black, usually this only last for a minute or less.
Moving on to other features Shathur strangely also has long red hair, a pure red that is very easy to pick out of a crowd, but still surprising to see. His eyes glimmer in a white pearl-like color that is quite beautiful, almost like treasure. And his body shape is muscular enough to get acceptable nods from other Dwarves, though not body-builder like. He’s also slightly shorter than the average elf, about 5’8”.
Now as for his attire it was a difficult task making clothes for a being taller than themselves, so they hired an elf to tailor his clothes every couple of decades or so until he finally stopped growing. Now he wears a black leather armless shirt and black leather pants with mid-high black boots with boot flaps. When he goes outside however he wears a brown cloak with white fur around the seams.
Face:
- general shape: Muscular but slender
- jaw: Broad but sleek
- eyes - shape, color, size: Sharp-looking, pearl white, average size
- brows: Straight and thin
- ears: Pointed
- nose: Straight and slightly wide nostrils
- teeth: Average teeth with slightly longer K9 Teeth
Body:
- limbs: Long, muscular, slender
- torso: Ripped
- build: Medium
Attire:
- general, Black leather armless shirt, Black Leather Pants, Black mid-high boots with flaps. Brown cloak with white fur on the seams worn for outside use.
- jewelry: Custom made Dwarven house ring.
- extras: None
Family: (Will be explained in history)
History: One hundred and thirty one years ago a trick was played one a high classed male drow named Honglath Har’luth. In a jealous rage of power, another male drow named Kyone that was a rival to Honglath decided to pull a prank that would get him in Honglath’s position as well as stripping him of everything he held dear. The plan was to take a slave girl, a sand elf by the name of Viresse, and paint her to look like a drow. Then by replacing one of the servants on Honglath’s house she would tempt Honglath to some extent until Honglath would force himself on her. Of course she did not do this willingly. They had to drug her with a potion that placed her in their command.
The next week they began the plan and the minute the brainwashed slave girl stepped into the room she did everything she could to get him interested. As arrogant as Honglath was he took the bait easily and raped the slave girl, finishing and then leaving her on the floor unconscious. The hour before they had also slipped Viresse a drug that increased the chances of pregnancy and the next day their plan had began to work. They cleaned Viresse off and took her to their King, having her confess to what Honglath had done.
For acts of trying to reproduce with another race, especially of high elf origin, Honglath was tortured before he was sentenced to death. And now with Kyone in his newfound seat of power he no longer needed the slave girl, ordering his people to send her out on the frontlines of a battle they were having with the Dwarves. This way she would die without any suspicion towards him.
During the past couple of years, Massoto Vale had become a battleground between the drow and the dwarves, fighting over the dominance and the land. Here they dragged the girl on the quiet field and kicked her down in attacks of hate, but the soldiers did not expect what happened next.
In a strategic ambush, a dozen dwarves swarmed in on the four guards and killed them within seconds before they could take out their weapons or cast any spells. This attack was lead by a dwarf called Khwuln Khazad, a brother of King Zhamor, who had noticed the drows coming in and rounded up his men. As they found the elf girl laying on the ground they at first though she was drow herself, but without thinking before acting, Khwuln walked over to the girl and turned her over to see what she was. His brow inclined as he stared at the first sand elf the dwarves had ever seen. They couldn’t really tell what she was and decided to investigate.
After some discussion with the other dwarves none of them could say what she was and decided to take her to the capital city of Figby, where King Zhamor could possibly give them some insight.
As they confronted the King about the issue it was clear that no one knew what kind of elf this was. Zhamor, however, wasn’t about to give up however and he sent out messengers to the school of the arcane with descriptions of the girl for confirmation. When the messengers came back there was a high elf with them that then explained as to why type of elf they had came in contact with. The dwarves felt relieved as if they had figured it out on their own and annoyed the high elf who came, but before he left they also asked the high elf to speak with the girl and possibly take her with him to the school. When the discussion finished the high elf told King Zhamor that she had been raped and drugged, also making her pregnant in the process. This was something the high elf couldn’t ignore and denied the suggestion of taking her with him and instead suggested the dwarves keep her. The decision in allowing her to stay created a heavy debate, but in the end Khwuln convinced them he would take the girl to another city and let her live with him.
For the next year, Khwuln made his wife and kids uncomfortable with the presence of an elf in their home, but they eventually accepted her. They showed Viresse some dwarf customs and had her learn some songs, but when the time came for Viresse to have the child all hell broke loose. Khwuln went crazy going back and forth for water. His wife stayed and helped Viresse with her breathing and Khwuln’s daughter was speechless.
“The child is going to arrive any minute!” Khwuln’s wife said to her husband in the Dwarven tongue.
“I know woman! What do you suspect me to do about it?!” His wife glared at him before deciding not to argue with a man who never had to deal with the problem and focused on getting Viresse to push. Hours later his wife finally saw the head of the child and began helping Viresse move it along, the cries of a baby boy child filling the room minutes after and then the worse happened. Giving birth to a half-breed child is probably one of the hardest things any elf can do, especially if the child is part drow. Soon after she gave birth she could no longer keep her strength and slowly died. They couldn’t even ask her what name she wished to give the child and sat next to her now dead body mourning.
Khwuln walked over to his wife and gently took the child from her, bringing it close to Viresse’s face.
“Do you see? It’s a boy. A strange looking beautiful boy. And you will now know, for you I shall raise him the best I can. His name is Shathur. He will make you proud.”
Later that day they buried Viresse’s body in their cemetery and honored her memory with a Dwarven song. This was the one thing that pushed Khwuln’s emotion to the limit and as he left his wife with the child, he set out to the battle of Massoto Vale. Sadly, it was two years before the drows finally pushed them back and they lost the war, a very shameful day for them. When Khwuln came back he used the thought of Viresse’s child to look onto the battle as something that was finally finished and he could begin working on the promise he made to her.
For the first couple of decades of Shathur’s childhood, they were no doubt his best. He learned everything from how to be a blacksmith and then at the same time learning how to become a warrior. Eventually when Shathur was nearing young adulthood they decided to give him a weapon. Of course they knew it would have to be smaller than their usual stuff, but in the end they created the perfect weapon for him; a pole-arm. It was a four foot long pole made of mithril with a double-sided axe on the head. The axe, however, was smaller than usual. It expanded in width to about a little over a foot, was two in a half inches thick, and had small yet thick bull-horns made of the same material to create something to stab with. It was truly the perfect weapon as it weighed at least fifty five pounds which for Shathur’s strength was almost light enough to spin.
In exchange for such a great weapon, Shathur sang for them in broken down tunnels which renewed them—to an extent—and helped them be able to mine in better places without getting attacked.
At the first year of adulthood, the dwarves sent him over to the school of the arcane in order to learn some magic. He was taught in the school for seven years before finally getting kicked out for fighting with a teacher. In which he decided it was best to go back to his origin; the sand elves. This journey took him a couple of months of traveling and when he got to the village of Bartertown he was forced to leave in suspicion of being a drow.
In the next two years he thought it’d be best to go back to his Dwarven brethren, but had forgotten that he did not know the way. Now he lives in a cave at the base of Dragon’s Tooth mountain and hunts animals at night for food. He’s not sure what to do anymore and is nearing a decision to venture out to other realms as he hears something calling to him. An urge of moving to the north.
Personality:
-Strong willed
-Prideful
-Wise
-Eager
-Vicious (in battle)
-Protective
-Curious
-Cautious
Weakness: Even though he has a higher resistance to the sunlight, if he stays in it for too long it will weaken him greatly. Sunlight also decreases any drow powers he might try to use so most of the time he relies heavily on the sand elf powers.