| Player name : |
Tracy |
| Character Name : |
Jaxal |
| Gender : |
Male |
| Race : |
Elf, Pureblood (tramp) |
| Tribe : |
Trader Camp |
| Age : |
420 |
| Parents : |
Kavil (father/deceased), Savia (mother/deceased) |
| Sibling(s) : |
---- Names Pending, 1 brother, 1 sister ---- |
| Other Relatives : |
---- Names Pending, 1 uncle, 1 cousin ---- |
| Lovemate(s) : |
None |
| Lifemate(s) : |
None |
| Recognized : |
None |
| SoulSibling : |
None |
| Children : |
None |
| Friends : |
Pretty much everyone he meets, less they prove not to be |
| Magics : |
Sending |
| Skills : |
Playing drums, flute, and guitar, throwing daggers, juggling, tattooing, basic slight of hand, singing, storytelling, acrobatics involving his staff |
| Hobbies : |
Flirting, playing music, flirting, relaxing |
| Weapons : |
Bow, Staff, daggers |
| Tools : |
This and that |
| Hunting party : |
Yes |
| Personality : |
Friendly, if somewhat hard to get to know sometimes. loves to be around others, especially pretty females he can flirt with. |
| Likes : |
Flirting with the females, especially with the ones who like it, sunsets |
| Dislikes : |
Blizzards, droughts, floods |
| Fears : |
Nothing he will reveal, small spaces that can't be escaped |
| Hopes : |
For many things |
| Dreams : |
Of things that may never be |
| Strong Points : |
Independant minded, no one to follow the herd just because that is the way the herd is going. Multitalented makes him useful in many ways |
| Weak Points : |
Expects the best in people, even those he hasn't met |
| Outlook on Life : |
Seize every moment, and live it as if it were your last |
| Quotes : |
"Is that what you'd want to spend your last moments doing?"
"Live, Love, Laugh, and die happy." |
| Tribal Duties : |
Muscian, juggler, singer, storyteller |
| Hair : |
Short, blonde, and very curly |
| Eyes : |
Pure cornflower blue |
| Facial Features : |
Angular, sharp, almost hawkish though his nose is not overlarge |
| Scars : |
Several |
| Birthmarks : |
None |
| Other Marks : |
Geometric tattoo covering his back |
| Height : |
5'7" |
| Build : |
Tall, slim, lean and strong |
| Clothing : |
Knee high brown boots, a brown belt with a golden buckle, A green vest with white shirt sleeves attached. |
| Jewelry : |
A leather cord with a golden disc (coin) |
| Possessions : |
Flute, Guitar, small paired drums, staff, set of daggers, bow, quiver of arrows, some sleep furs, a couple change of clothes |
| Personal History : |
His life has been spent traveling. At first with his family, traveling south to an area on the south side of the three lakes region from their home much farther north. His mother and father, sister, brother, two aunts, an uncle, a niece, and two cousins. They had a cart pulled by a smallish pony of sturdy build. The children often rode in the carts with the possessions and supplies, those having passed their 15th turn were expected to walk with the rest of the family.
For turns and turns they wandered the region, Jaxal just 120 when they first arrived and in less than a hand of turns he had a dark haired lovemate, her brown eyes soft and her laughter like bells. He was not the only one in his family to find a lovemate in this new place. Others did as well and his younger brother, not quite 80, recognized making Jaxal an uncle at 144. Another cousin was born to one of his aunts, and the number of elves in the group grew bit by bit.
Life was good, they practiced their skills, passing on tricks and picking up new ones, ponies changed, then horses.. small and strong wild from the plains. Traded for one at a time. Then the first tragedy struck, his brother was killed and they were never quite sure where the arrow had come from, but it had struck true. Straight into his heart and he was dead in an instant. After that they were more careful of where and when the traveled. During his 165th year his parents recognized once more. His lovemate had recognized another as well and moved on, he had only recently found a new one when his new little brother was born.
Sometime shortly after his 260th turn he met a young tramp girl, all softness and beauty. Black hair and eyes like those of the branchhorn, and soon they were lovemates. It ended far sooner than he would have liked, he was staying with his family and she was to go off with her brother. For a hand of turns after their parting he did even consider another lovemate.. and then one night too much wine and dancing found him in the arms of another dark haired tramp girl.
Then two cousins and an aunt were taken in the night. An uncle lost to a strange illness that also claimed his sister's child. Too much loss had been suffered in this place and upon the recognition of one of his cousins the family decided it was time to return north. They had been in this new land for less than 100 turns, and Jaxal's lovemate did not wish to go and leave her home behind, and so he stayed. For many turns he wandered with her family group, and after her second recognition she lifemated leaving Jaxal on his own once more. By this time he was nearly 380 turns and the war was well underway.
Should he go north and search for his family or try to live his life in this land now torn by war? He had spent most of his life traveling from place to place, offering his skills at entertaining in trade for the things he needs, food, shelter, supplies, repairs, whatever it is he might be in need of at the time. Yet he had always returned to this region, something here called to him he thought and he had not yet discovered what it was. He could not bring himself to leave until he did. He learned many things along the way and not so many years ago he aquired a travel companion of the four-legged variety.
He was traveling as his usual want and came upon a dead panther, she looked to not be dead very long, and it was clear that there were, or had been young. As he moved on he discovered an elf not too far away who had also passed. Appearance of the injuries suggested that whatever it had been it had gotten both Elf and Cat. So he hurried on his way. It was less than half an hour's travel that he came upon a den in the side of a small ravine cut through the ages by a slender stream of water. From within the den came the soft mewling of hungry kittens. He could not leave them so and dropped his things on the bank to investigate.
Crawling into the den was not easy for him and when he reached the end the sight was not a pretty one. Two of the young panther cubs already lay dead.. and three more were so close to it that it nearly broke his heart. But the last growled at him and tried to hide behind the others. He reached out and caught that one, making his way back out of the den after doing the merciful thing for the others. He stuffed the kit into a pouch and every chance at milk or blood broth he collected it and tended to the little cat. Nursing him back to health.
Turns wore on and that small panther cub is now a full grown cat, bearing the tinge of elven-blood that catrider bonds have. Though they are not bonded in the typical sense there is a friendship and communication between Elf and Panther, each doing their part for the partnership. |
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| CAT FRIEND |
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| Name : |
Gazer |
| Gender : |
Male |
| Species : |
Panther |
| Age : |
12 |
| Appearance : |
A large black panther with green-gold eyes |
| Personality : |
A bit gruff, somewhat stand-offish, aloof, he is a cat afterall |
| History : |
Rescued by Jaxal as a cub of only 4 or 5 weeks and cared for by him. Learning to hunt and fend for himself, though choosing not to leave the Elf who saved his life. |
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