Feyyore
Character Name:
Fey’yore Dra’skir
Character Race:
Pendragon
(These creatures are an anthropomorphic mix of feline, canine, and dragon. Because of their genetic makeup, the variety among these individuals is astounding. )
Character Age:
23
Character Gender:
Male
Character Height:
6 ft
Character Weight:
197 lbs
Character Alignment:
Neutral Good
Character Occupation / Trade:
Healer
Personality:
Ever since he existed Fey had been a gentle person who had been used to being used for help. Often he was seen as a weak person, too nice to survive in such a harsh world where the strong or sneaky can make it to the top. Still he carries on being the typical nice guy he is, ignoring those who hurt others unless it’s serious. Because of this he always wanted to be a healer but not those arrogant aristocrats. A natural healer and acupuncturist a much more right way to go. Fey has been able to use crystals for healing since he was five and so due to this his general feelings is to help whenever possible.
Character Race Traits:
• Both male and female pendragons are capable of telepathic thought-speak (sending messages into each other's minds). While this is not the most common way of exchanging information, it is preferred when secrecy is an issue.
• Mostly all pendragons are marked with tattoos, usually on their left haunch though sometimes on the right. These are symbols that their parents thought would reflect the young pendragon's personality. Usually the parents consult a seer or someone else of that nature in order to gain insight as to what a young pendragon's symbol should be.
• Pendragons are digitigrades, but their paws have evolved to become a little bit more than just that. They have longer "fingers" on their forepaws as well as a prehensile thumb which makes it easier for them to work and handle things. They have five "toes" or "fingers" on each fore-paw and back paw. Embedded within the paws are thick retractable cat-like claws.
Current Leveling Points LP:
0
Current Level:
1
Description of Appearance:
Fey is deep purple almost black 'dragon. His appearance is that of an odd blend of fennic fox and a jaguar. He is 6 foot. He has purple long thin braids on either side of forehead another one behind each ear and a long pony tail that reaches his hunches. His bright purple eyes seem to show an understanding of oneself.
His deep almost black purple fur has no markings, except a tattoo to show his personality. This tattoo is as with all pendragons sighted on his left a** cheek(Being designed now.) He has a lighter purple tail flame, has no wings. He always has a very relaxed look on his face. He has a thin and long tail. He has black retractable claws. He can alternate between biped and quad form without any trouble and fairly quickly but prefers to stay biped most of the time.
He doesn’t usually wear much. Just a pair of baggy jeans along with his mass of crystal bands and jewelery. He also never wears shoes or even a coat no matter the weather, fore he does not notice things like that.
Skill Set:
Crystal magic (1)
(1):Crystalline defensive offense. Crystals on his person can change shape into various simple weapon forms and armour.
General healing. Can use crystals to heal wounds without needing to use his own personal powers.
Astral projection. Through the use of crystals he can astral project.
(2):Advanced Crystalline defensive offense. Crystals on his person can change shape into advanced forms of weapons and armour
Hot and cold elemental magic imitation. Fey can use certain crystals to imitate spells of casters of the fire and ice domain. The spells themselves that he can imitate are lower in power level and need more energy to manifest
(3):Air and earth elemental magic imitation. Fey can use certain crystals to imitate spells of casters of the Earth and Air domain. The spells themselves that he can imitate are lower in power level and need more energy to manifest.
(His ability to use crystals as a tool for various magic's which are all designed for defensive or helping the user. These include emotional control, astral projection, protection from non-physical attacks, etc... not even Fey knows just what the extent of the uses for various crystals. These skills border other magic but are generally less powerful and controlled apart from the users initial influences via his personality. For instance when Fey enters a dream with his gems, a dream-weaver can mould Fey’s dream-world just by entering it and shape it to their designs.)
Weapons Carried:
None. If needed he can shape his crystals into weapons.
Signature Moves:
Crystalline body. Fey’s body turns to crystal. Flesh becoming hard and transparent. His muscles visible through it as blood red molten glass. The fur lifting to become miniature icicles of amethyst. He takes on the hardness and coldness of the very essence of crystals. A conduit of magic, of the cold base instincts of the world.
His form of magic is very unique. Both passed down through the ages and worked out on his own.
Background Story:
Fey failed to fully integrate himself into society. Though he looked like many other anthropomorphic races he was not of them. His was from deeper within the Pinescythe forest of the south. His colour and tail-flame was something others took notice of. As he came of age his tattoo seemed to make sense. A symbol of inner sight, of clarity and clairvoyance. He was born to use crystals, that he knew from the moment he set paw on them. And that moment was fused in his memory never to leave.
Fey'yore was twelve when he was playing in some ruins when the ground gave way. His yelps and howls of pain and surprise drowned out by the falling rubble. As he lost consciousness he saw twinkling. So many colours shining in the darkness. When he woke he found pain. Something smooth, sharp and cold had pierced his belly fortunately an inch away from his sheath. He sighed and cried in the darkness. The pain so overwhelming that he didn't notice the slowly increasing warmth. Warmth that wasn't just his blood pooling out. Warmth from the object in his gut. His voice left him only whispers. The sound broken with a whine or hiss of pain. Again and again he muttered a single sentence. "I wish the pain would go." The darkness of the chamber stayed, hours felt like days. His dark-vision only hinting at the objects in the room. Then as his breath became harder, his pants rasping. The warmth increased. The heat washed over him. Extending from tail-tip to his ears. The pain washed away with it. Once more he had fallen asleep unable to see the chamber light up. The crystals for that was what had both pierced him and decorated the room glowed. His dream was lucid. Far more realistic that his actual life. He was one with the world. Or rather a piece of it. Both stone and life. Both out of body and yet grounded. He had become crystal. When Fey woke he was standing in the center of the room. His wound healed, not even a scar showed. He felt, new. He felt whole. It took him many days to collect the crystals, wrapping the one long one that had sent him almost to death in a cloth before finding his way out. No sooner had he left, did the rest of the structure cave in to be hidden as just another pile of ancient rubble hidden in the forest. Another secret.
