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Theriar Dnd Sheet: X

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Myers Briggs: ISFJ - A Defender

3 Base Traits:
Takes no crap - he is short on temper and not long on patience, so when something doesn't seem to go his way expect some volcanic activity.
Edgy - He will be often on the edge of violence, which gives his character a somewhat abrasive edge, he does not trust others easily. But once that trust is earned he will fight for them.
Defensive - He dislikes to see children or woman hurt and will jump to defend them, he is not fond of other males, and is more likely to fight them then not.

Personality: Theriar is usually quiet but is constantly holding a firey wrath in check, a lot of things annoy him and he really prefers to be alone thank you very much. However once you get past the extremely thick prickly hide that he presents to the world then you are the most protected thing ever. Once triggered he would hold nothing back, especially against males, alks are a grey area in that they are aggressive but at their core female. He would struggle with the concept of fighting them and basically base his actions off of what he picks up from their personality. He is very sensitive to such things, what body language says where words cannot. He is volatile and badass but not flamboyantly so. He doesn't try to hide it he would just rather not be out in public is all. Crowds unnerve him, and boistrous people are apt to drive him away. He would be dangerous if cornered and like a rabid animal if it came to a fight to escape with no one to protect. Those he wants to protect would be his biggest weakness.

Description: See references His crystals are numerous and clustered like a leopards which is what his basic concept was. Black hair, Yellow earthling eyes.

Clothing: See reference Minimal, nothing fancy, nothing to get entangled in.

Accessories: Just the necklace and the anklet.

History: Theriar is an ice alk hybrid raised in a place where it was not a great thing to be part alkidike. When the alks came though they took out his father who had broken a leg in the incident and couldn't continue to fight, thankfully they didn't kill him, which left his mother who had hidden unprotected from the ravages of the beasts. She carries radaku scars. Both of his parents were also Ice-alks who had settled in the wrong place at the wrong time to raise their son. They had kept mostly to themselves and lived outside of town with few friends due to their mostly solitary nature. There was no one to turn to when the violence was rained down upon Jauhar during the war with the alks. It was only after that one of their few friends, an alk by the name of Mezira came to check on them. The house was a ruin, his father had fought the invasion and lost, she patched him up as best as she could before looking for his mother who had taken him and hid in the forest to be attacked by radaku not much later. She managed to get them both up into the tree but was not without long lasting scars from the drama of the events. Theriar remained unscathed for the most part. Mezira found the pair there and extracted them from the trees and took them back to the house.

Other:
His ship is called the Voodoo Secret. He picked it when he was drunk and then refused to change it. The Voodoo secret was stolen by pirates. Theriar will build his new ship himself.

Roleplay Log

Prentice
Solo 1 - Page 1 (1)
Rp - Pearls with Trelly - Page 1 (10)
Rp - Visitation with Trelly - Page 1 (5)
Solo 2 - Get Your Fresh Sand Covered Fish Here! - Page 1 (3)
Rp - Fresh Fesh with Trelly - Page 1 (10)
Rp- A New Era - Page 1 (5)

Rogue
5-A Sky to Reckon With

5-Paradise

5 - A New Era

5 - Sail Away

15 - Magic Waters Adventure

5 - When the Student Is Ready

5 Pirates Solo

5 Island Hopping W Syaaryn

Artisan
WE with Noelani (Treasure Hunter) 5
Deep Diving With Noelani 5
Date Night with Onora 5
Walk into a Bar Joke 5
A Local Disaster with Noelani 5
How to be a Pirate 5
Rhiannon Solo 1 Yaotl Lotl 5
Rhiannon Solo 2 - XXX 5
Theriar x Ushiruin XXX 5
Theriar x Kechiri - Pirate's Bird XXX 5
Solo 3 - Oban Spice Solo - written XXX 4
Trauma Queen with Thallassa XXX 5
WE Crossing Paths -written XXX 5
WE Back Alley Potions - written XXX 5
WE Lost in translation - written XXX 5
Plans 1
Fisherman


Familiars:
Snaptrotter - Female - White - Rhiannon
Kinfa

Theriar Class Quest

Theriar sat on the beach outside of his humble cabinlike home. A breeze disturbed the midnight black hair that fanned gentley over his back. A sea wind it smelled of salt and promise hidden among the waves and tides. He loved it here, but lately he had felt stagnant. Come to think of this the last time he had felt happy was when he was with the teenagers of the island and being reminded of what it was like to be young and have friends. Sure he had a few around town and what not but he was lacking in a certain types of company; mainly companions or really close friends or even maybe a date once in a while. He was lonely and it was hard to admit even to himself. He had been alone for a long time he was supposed to be really good at it. Instead he ended up feeling quite fragile somedays like he was lacking a vitamin somehow.
It was time to take a drastic step and go on an adventure, it might be a few days or a few months he would let the winds and his heart guide him. Just the thought of so much freedom made his heart beat faster. To not be tied to the same old fishing grounds and the same old empty hut, now that was freedom. He was going to do this adventure by boat as taking a land route would give him needless anxiety that he just wasn’t in the mood for. The whole point of the trip was to grow not to be so nervous you jump at poscuta.
He would do some research too, and see how other villages fished, maybe there were ways he could improve his practice. He also wanted to find out how some other cultures had fishing tie into their religion, myths and everyday life. It would be good to have some variety of stories for when he had people with him later. He would build that second ship from scratch that would take him on this journey, she would be a fisher and a seafarer and she would be an epic part of his life’s work.
He had a plan and he was ready to set it in motion. He had built up enough capital to afford the ship and he would sell his current sub par replacement ship for funds on his exploration and hey no matter where he was, there would be fish. That was the other perk of traveling by sea alone. He would take a few things to trade too, since he would have a lot more space and a spacious hull. He could practically see the outline of his new ship when he closed his eyes, how she would move on the water, how she would attract attention to the lady like lines with strong curves and crisp dark green gold and teal paint. She was going to be a sight to behold and damned if any pirate would steal her, he would sink them first. On that note he was going to put a ram on the front with a figure of the sea goddess in a rage. Perhaps just looking at her would be a descent deterrent. Of course he might have to get some permanent crew too.
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Blurb:
Theriar is starting to get both ambitious and bored, a potent combination. He now has a plan to better himself mentally and get in some travel time before he will settle again. I want him to add some structure to his life, some expansion of thought and horizons. He has been baching it out in the boonies for way too long. Its time to get some action in! His travels previously helped finally inspire him to come out of his shell. Im excited to see what this courage will bring as he ventures far outside his home comfort zone.

It was a glorious day to be out on the water, the weather was clear and fine with a nice frisky wind, just the way he liked it. Gentle waves rocked the boat like a mother with her fussy child before midnight. Theriar was that fussy child. He was restless, something was bugging him but he just couldn’t put his finger on it. It was almost as if he was being watched by something out there, lurking below the waves, waiting patiently for its prey to come within striking distance. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, these were dangerous waters after all with all the wildlife about. But this didn’t feel like the classic shark either, not even the large beautiful toothsome ones that prowled Matori. This was a different feeling, a different kind of intelligence lurking below. One that he felt knew people, knew what he was capable of and that was more scary than a good ol’ shark coming around for a circle and a look see. He felt, not for the first time, that it would be handy to have a magic user on board, or at least a lookout. It was time to start thinking about a long term crew. He just disliked working with people for too long, and fishing trips could be very long depending on how soon the hold was filled. He sighed and ate a piece of crusty bread that Zasha had dropped off for him. He was pleased with the little community that he had been a part of for so very long. Everyone had kids and those kids were growing up. He remembered Zasha finding seashells on the beach by her families second home. Now she was grown up and apparently studying magic. Maybe he could hire her as a magic user, though she seemed to be preoccupied with babysitting her forgetful alchemist.
When nothing happened he eventually went back to work. Then he sailed to an area he had had luck with three years before. Here he proceeded to set up four nets which he would check on later after they had a good soak in the water. Nets were like noodles, there was a good time to check and a good time to pull them out, no one liked soggy dead noodle fish.
It was well into a sweaty afternoon when he returned to the main deck after a refreshing dip in the ocean. Feeling more like himself after the bracing cooler salt water bath he made himself lunch and drank juice. Heat exhaustion while fishing in plain sun all day was a real concern. Relaxing after his meal he thought about his situation on the boat as it was. It was hard to operate a largish vessel with no aid. He took some time to update his log book.
Maybe Kechiri could round up a few more would be pirates. That would be good so long as they kept up their piraty word and kept his safe from other pirates. If she was willing to do that for him than he would find her her own ship. She would one day grow to be a fine captain he was sure. As it was she was scary.
After filling out the log book he set some trawl lines out and fished for the bigger courser type predators. Harder to catch they were considered delicacies among many tables and revered. These species tended to gather around bait balls, schools of smaller fish that the predators gleefully cleansed of the weak and unworthy to carry on the genetic line. Going after fish this size was an effort in itself but well he wanted to save money to get a boat for his pet pirate. He would sleep very well tonight indeed. His arms felt nearly like noodles already. Only grit, determination and excellent body conditioning kept him going.
More people, less line work. He loaded the fish he had caught trawling, 3 big tuna and a smattering of salmon. Excellent payday in the making. Then he went to go check on the nets that were targeting smaller less fighty fish. This time it wasn’t so much the fish that were heavy but the nets themselves. When two of the big nets were finished he took a break and ate an apple. He thought about his life and the things that had led him to this point in time. It was a common pastime, fishing was thoughtful work, as there wasn’t much else to do but think and work and trying to keep all of ones limbs intact and attached to ones body. He usually made good decisions because of being able to really think things through.
Suddenly a commotion happened off the port bow. The water swirled and frothed angrily as submarine bodies struggled for supremacy. The struggle for life was ever present and pronounced at sea. It was an eat or be eaten world with no exceptions. Not even the rock survived for forever. He was relatively safe depending on if those sea serpecnt rumors were true. A flock of gulls screamed out their iconic mournful, briney cries as they floated expectantly and hovered in to land on the surf, expectant of meat scraps from the scuffle that was happening in the depths.

Unholy screechy noises emanated up from below, getting louder as whatever it was got closer to him. Soon enough a pale streak of hide scaled the ship deck like it was nothing and turning scolded at the sea in crocodilese. It was no doubt trying to make the beast that chased it up there feel guilty. Theriar bet it wasn’t working though as a large plow of a body drove toward the ship, creating an impressive wake, steamed swiftly toward the boat. He had just enough time to recognize that the snaptrotter on his boat was Leucistic and a rare morph of the species when what could only be a yaotl bumped his boat. He caught a flash of familiar mottled hide. The little three foot ramen noodle was lucky to have survived to adolescence among these unforgiving waves.
“Been rescued a lot have you?” He asked the snapper. The female turned and looked at him almost smugly
before turning back to scold Bob over the rail. He quickly got a messenger bird out and attached a terse note
to the leg of the bird. “Bob’s out again. Sorrow’s Point, bigger than my boat. Don’t you dare let him eat
me. Onora would never forgive you. We both know this.”
Theriar

He sent the bird winging off then decided to treat his beautiful, rare, impromptu guest for the injuries she had sustained fighting with a yaotl of all things.
“You need to bite off something you can actually chew and not the biggest sea creature that can walk on land known to man.” He admonished her. A return to the water was not an option for her, not with Bob quite mad enough to bump the boat with his head a few times in avid frustration.

“Go HOME Bob!” Theriar called down. Bob grumbled and circled the boat. He liked snaptrotter they were crunchy and fresh like good sushi.

He decided to name her Rhiannon, as she was quite queenly in demeanor and Rhiannon sounded like a queen’s name in his humble fisherman’s opinion.
He dolled out some fish for her and got a better look at the long scratch that ran from her eye down her side. “It looks like he was trying to blind you and make you panic.”
He dabbed at the wound with antiseptic. She oddly didn’t mind this, as if she knew he was only trying to help. He then wrapped what he could with the colorful wraps he used for children who got injured on his boat. She looked like a great, somewhat less than regal, multicolored dragon now. He smirked as she stood near the bow as if the whole ship was there for her express amusement.
“Bad luck they sat to have a woman on board.” He told her, “But I think that is a load of poppycock. You are a survivor, I am too, welcome aboard Rhiannon.
Bob lurked despondently under the boat, bumping it occasionally in a sulking fit that his snack for that is all Rhiannon’s size warranted for something so large, had escaped his clutches, and was now mocking him. Occasionally he let his hide break the surface, disturbing the flow of water. Rhiannon had teased him from a sea rock for most of the day. It had been too oddly shaped for a creature of his bulk to climb and he had waited hours for her to get brave enough to try to get past him to feed in the rich waters off the sea shelf.
She had eventually made her run and he had followed her languidly with powerful swipes of his tail in the water. This lead to the events that Theriar saw, she had been snatching at flying fish when he had come up underneath her maw agape, she had seen just in time and twisted around and down. He had missed obviously.
Not wishing to tempt fate, or the scariest yaotl known to man, Theriar headed back to shore, Rhiannon needed better treatment than he could perform on those wounds, at least the salt water would have flushed them a bit before she had hauled herself out on his boat.
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Rhiannon solo 2
Living with Rihannon in the white snaptrotter was definitely never boring. She consistently kept him entertained with her antics, dramatics and tart sweetness. She was quite warm hearted once you got to know her, and she was especially fond of him. Healing handily from her injury she went on to get quite significantly bigger and she was still young. She was going to be big. He wondered if Thal might loan him his snaptrotter Myr as a stud for Rhiannon, she and he would compliment each other nicely and Myr had decent brains for a lizard folk boy. . He might even keep a pup or two. She spent a lot of time on his boat but she did leave to hunt whenever he brought up something in his net that disagreed with her discerning palate. Like today when he pulled up a load of sole, it took the first load and the first mostly flat fish, to flop in front of her, its eyes having migrated right next to each other. She recoiled, hissed at him. Like it was all his fault and sashayed to the rail. Slowly she crawled overbefore looking back at him slowly with a disgusted look on her face, promptly she dropped over the rail with nary a splash.
" I don't like it either." He called back to her. It wasn't the best selling fish but it was better than no fish. He first noticed how long she had been gone that evening when he brought up a juicy salmon which he was proudly going to present her. He called and she did not answer, strange. He hoped Bob hadn't returned. She was a big girl now though she knew what to do. He shouldn't worry so but he did. He always did. He had grown rather fond of the regal white snapper. And it would break his heart for anything to happen to her. She was a permanent crew member now and she kept his feet warm at night and purred herself to sleep.

Only to cause a huge ruckus the morning when she got hungry. She was definitely a morning creature or a dusk and nighttime creature. Usually during the day she slept on top of his rope supply. The next day she was curled up on a pile of rope like she hadn't broken her pattern of behavior.
"And were precisely have you been?"
She seemed to give a shrug in reply, he rolled his eyes, sipped his coffee and stared at her pensively. He would take her to the vet if she developed any weird symptoms. Maybe she had eaten something bad and had had to deal with it. Like coffee at least tasted good. He got his morning underway, but by lunchtime she was gone again. Maybe she was taking an interest in long game hunting and was sick of his fish. There were so many possibilities he hoped it wasn't serious. Days went by, she showed up sporadically to nap and gaze out to sea. Eventually he got fed up and held on to her tail while she swam off to wherever she had been going. He had a temporary crew today they could earn their keep. She found ground and dragged him to some scrubby mangroves ringing a small island. It was quite pretty, he might try to sail to it later. He let go and kept her vaguely in sight. What he saw surprised him Rhiannon was swaggering up to a spectacular black and red snapper.

They seem to dance together and create a beautiful sway, a sweet courtship, he turned away. Of course she had a secret lover, pretty girl like her why wouldn't she? He would have to tame him or hide her later if he wanted a clutch fathered by a snap trotter of his choosing. She probably wouldn't like it but he would let her have her clutch with this one too.

"You look to have good genetics and you are fit and healthy." He trusted her instincts. He kept her on the island exploring, there was a secluded sandy beach. The rest was a thicket of mangroves. The interior of the island was nice too. He settled in for a small vacation while he waited for his ride back to the boat. Females he smiled thinking of how beautiful Onora was while he gathered some fruit and seeds that he thought his hybrid friend might like and wrapped them in oilskins.

He was sure saltwater would be frowned upon by the seeds. Hours later, Rhiannon found him and they headed back to the boat. At least he didn't have to worry about her anymore. She was in good claws. The male snapper Typhoon wouldn't let anything happen to his mate.

"You know, you could just bring him home and I'll some extra room, a lot of extra room, did you have to pick the biggest scariest male in the whole archipelago?" She looked at him smugly as if to say yes, yes she had. Well, he could go tame Typhoon, whenever he wanted.
"Might take some of those beast tamer kids with me," he thought they were better versed in these matters than he. He caught only fish for a living, occasionally a larger critter if they were being a pest or it was one of those special occassion type things. If one of his line caught certain creatures he always gave them any needed medical attention and set them free. This time would be different. Five weeks later Theriar was replacing some worn and tired rope with fresh stuff when he came up on something most unexpected.
"The rope coils route?! And you didn't see fit to lay them on a beach. You know, where they usually go. You sure there'll be warm enough there or should I get some warm sand in the basket?" It's going to smell faintly fishy though. But that can't be helped. "

He sent a messenger bird off to the coyote clan hoping to get information on how to care for a clutch of eggs ASAP. This was going to have to go in the ship's log he sketched a picture of the eggs into the book with how they were arranged in the rope coil. The ship was the safest place for them at least he couldn't fault her lizard logic there
. He then counted the eggs; 58 Well she was a big girl at the height of her fertility, maybe some wouldn't hatch. What was he going to do with 58 eggs? 58 hatchlings?
" How are we going to feed them all Rhiannon?" So many questions not nearly enough answers. He got some warm sand from one of the beaches and filled the basket. Okay, a couple of baskets and carefully laid the eggs in the shelves. They were oddly soft and squishy very different from scorra and kinfa eggs, which were quite hard from the get go. He had no doubt snapper females had the better end of the deal. Soon both baskets wrapped lovingly in baby blankets he had made in his family's traditional styles. "Not exactly my babies but still my babies. He pat patted both wrapped baskets gently. "Welcome to the family little trotters."
He might have to stay at the ranch for a bit when the babies started to hatch. It wouldn't do to be at sea with that many smallish snacks hanging about, might improve the fishing somewhat but he would rather they all be in good health and happily sold or adopted out to somewhere that they matched personality wise with their owners kind of like himself and the white snaptrotter.

They had reached an understanding among each other after hours and hours spending time in each others find company. She wasn't too chatty but she had ways of making her displeasure known. He adored her for her standards and her undying love for him. She may seem aloof but she sure threw a fit if she couldn't see him after a certain period of time had elapsed.

Theriar wondered how he had gone so long without a pet, then to all of a sudden be in posession of 59 snaptrotters, a kinfa egg and who knew what else was coming to be adopted by him. Not his fault his familiar had laid her precious cargo on his ship. They were his spawn now too and he would have a hand in looking after them. He was incredibly proud and though longingly of what it would be like to have a smallish or largish family of his own perhaps with his lovely eyes and Onora's gorgeous hair or the other way around. He would take their kids even if the little darlings came out looking like trolls which would be nearly an imposibility because well, he and Onora were quite beautiful in his opinion. The world wouldn't be ready for their kids and he was looking forward to the moment eventually. He wasn't in a rush but he did have a dream.

1513

Plans
He had done it, he had succesfully put together two additional ships, Kechiri's paint was drying on the hull, it stood out to her specifications, but they shouldn't have too much trouble with the authorities because her ship was actually protection detail like a privateer not a pirate. Did it count when a pirate only pirated pirates? It was enough to give his head an ache if he thought about it too long. He looked forward to seeing both ships out on the water raising sail and taking wind. So long as there was no taking on water. He did not want to loose another ship that was the whole point of training his own pet pirates after all.

The sun was setting, a red watercolor sky covered the aerial plane with bright color, red sky at night sailors delight. A most excellent sign, a good omen for his future endeavors.

What else might it be a good omen for? Keeping his pet pirates in line? Kechiri would be taking command for the first time and he was interested to see how she did. He would be taking his ship and sailing alongside until he was sure they had everything underway. They had practiced over and over again on his older ship however there was experiencing a scenario in a training excercise and then there was being in charge of people's lives. It was vastly different and she wouldn't always have him around to pull her out of her messes. Her job was to get him out of messes that he didn't start but by crikey he would finish it. He had taken the liberty of arming the new fishing vessel with cannons' it was a backup boat for both of them. He just hoped he never had to use it.
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