Ci'ri Kelzonar
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Core Statistics
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| Player: | giok87. | |
| Title: | None. | |
| Age: | 40. | |
| Race: | Imkana. | |
| Eye Colour: | Grey. | |
| Hair: | Silver. | |
| Skin Tone: | Light Blue. | |
| Height: | 6'1". | |
| Weight: | 155 lbs. | |
| Alignment: | Lawful Neutral. | |
Personality
Having spent many years on Kharlia, his wordly views have been altered. He has done a lot of maturing during his stay on Kharlia, and his general personality has become somewhat colder and sharper than the days he first left the Cavern. His old view that everyone can be saved, and that everyone is good deep down, hase been utterly smashed and changed. He greatly respects those that follow the lawful path.
Family
Ci'ri is a son of a long line of Imkana council members. His father, and his fathers father and so on have all been respected members of the Imkana Council. It was tens of thousands of years ago that his ancestor found the ancient artifact; Aluu. This blade has been passed down in his family through generations and generations, the duty of wielding it now falling to Ci'ri.
His mother died when Ci'ri was around 7 years old. On the way back from a trek from the lower part of the mountain range the Cavern is located in, the flood swept across the mountain, violently snatching her from the mountain side and pulling her down in to the depths of the ocean. She left the cavern very early one morning without informing anyone where she was going or what she was going to do. Missing from their home was a bow and a set of arrows, a knife and a bag used to carry back a hunted kill, indicating she had gone out to hunt.
Her body was never recovered for obvious reasons, but a marked grave was made for her out of respect of the Ci'ri's father who had been a council member at the time. Ci'ri's father had been approaching the end of his life span aswell, and with his mother dead it fell to Ci'ri to take care of him. Every year Ci'ri returns to his mother's grave and pays his respects.
His mother having died when he was at a young age, Ci'ri never learned that his mother was an Aasimar. Although she had plans to tell him of his, and her, family line her life was cut short. His mothers beauty and, indeed, the traits associated to an Aasimar were well hidden and passed off as superior breeding; as she was a daughter of a very powerful House at the time. Not even Ci'ri's father knew his lover was part outsider, and so this truth will never be known to Ci'ri, or anyone else.
Appearance
It is common to see Imkana with light silver hair, varying shades of blue skin, and red or silver eye colors. This is the norm. Ci'ri has all of the above, and grey-silverish eye color. The most eye catching trait he has, even amongst his own kin, is the light blue dye he applied to his hair. Most don't know why he would do such a thing, it's even a mystery to most Imkana. However, Ci'ri is extremely interested in his family history, and the history of his kind as a whole. Thousands, nearly tens of thousands of years in the past his people were a tribal race. And back then, the only way to tell who belonged to which tribe was to dye their hair and apply paint to their arms and neck.
The color dictated what social rank you had, and the design on the arms and neck referenced to which tribe you were a part of. Ci'ri dyed his hair light blue, which would have represented a hunter, protector and soldier for the tribe. When it comes to his kin, he takes things extremely seriously.
The traits that Ci'ri's mother passed on to him are all hidden behind his Imkana traits. His silver eyes are attributed to his Aasimar background, but again aren't uncommon amongst normal Imkana. His skin tone is a lighter shade of blue than most Imkana, but not at all to extent of being seen as otherwordly.
Ci'ri has scars all over his body, and this isn't an exaggeration. Cut, stabbed, shot, and burned. You name it, he's got it. Just recently he got two sizable stab scars on both his legs, and a claw mark across his face. In his line of work Ci'ri doesn't have time to complain about his injuries. His only regret is that his face became scarred, for fear that it will hurt his chances of finding a woman when he's older and looking to settle down.
Weapons, Equipment
Aluu: It's a blade made purely of a strange dark blue colored ice. Despite it being made of this ice, it's blade is plenty sharp when cutting with it. An apparent effect of the strange ice has made the weapon extremely light in the wielders hands.
Scale of the Silver Dragonflight: A symbolic item, given to him by the silver dragon Riv'shilak. He's vowed to hold it all his life.
Boltwinder MK-II: An upgraded version of his previously wielded Boltwinder. He keeps this hidden within his coat along with the Revolver.
Dragon Scale Boots: Self-explanatory.
Dragon Scale Gauntlets: Self-explanatory.
Short Blade: Sheathed within a scabbard that is strapped to Ci'ris right leg, it measures from just above his ankle-bone, to just below his knee.
Vengeful Kukri (+1 dnd stats): Sheathed behind him on his belt, this kukri knife has the ability to strengthen it's cutting power; slicing through objects like a hot knife through butter when Ci'ri, or an ally, is severely wounded.
Rope Bow: When an arrow is readied with this bow and shot, it pierces in to a surface and firmly gets stuck. From the end of this arrow a magical rope gets conjured, and can be climbed until the shooter grasps the arrow and pulls it from the surface.
Destined Moss: Edible moss. Whenever a bite is taken out of it, or a piece, that section of the moss automatically grows back. An unending supply of moss, unless completely ingested.
Abilities
The ability of his sword can be used when necessary, but at a great cost:
The sword can magically conjure blue ice in any shape or form the wielder desires(1 turn cast), and be utilized however the wielder wants. If this blue ice is broken or shattered however, the wielder of the sword will experience such a pain. If the ice is cut with a blade, the wielder would feel like he was just slashed across his chest. If the ice is shattered by a blunt weapon, the wielder would be sent off his feet, as if a mace just broke his ribs.
Such is the curse the goddess Sahn put on the sword. The elders of old Frost found a way to safely dispell the ice without succumbing to it's horrible curse. They put an enchantment on the weapon, and also put an enchantment on the sheath that they later created for the sword. If the wielder sheathes the sword in time, the ice will dispell itself safely.(Must be sheathed at most two turns after cast. AT MOST)
Impact Strike: Ci'ri can channel the flow of his chi in to any weapon he has a proficiency in and swing. If this attack is taken, or blocked, it releases a concussive force against whatever it struck and knocks it back.
Aerial Mastery: Rank 1
Aerial Mastery: Rank 2
Dragoon Jump: Able to leap twenty feet in to the air with a single bound. The staple ability of the dragoon knight.
Dragoon Dash: A supernatural thirty foot dash in any direction that is currently being faced. While dashing maneuverability is impossible.
History
Child-Hood
Growing up in the Cavern was hard and at some points brutal. Having undergone the trials and tests that each young Imkana goes through, his physical and mental capacities were driven to the brink at a very young age.
After his initial tests during his fledgling years, he was sent in to the wild with only basic survival tools, and the knowledge he reaped from the years of training he underwent. Ci'ri was never adept at harnessing the magic he was taught by his parents, but greatly excelled at martial skill. It was clear what his path in life would be; the path of a warrior. His parents were disappointed in their childs lack of magical prowess, but blessed Sahn for giving him the will of a fighter to make up for this.
Teenage years in to adult-hood; The final Rite
Having completed the trial of surviving in the harsh wild, Ci'ri was now tasked with undergoing the final rite; going out in to the world and learning on his own. He travelled to the mainland Kharlia. Upon setting foot on Lucca, as he wondered what this new land will have to offer him; wondering if he could pass the rite and make his House proud.
Upon travelling further down the road, he ended up at a location called the Crossroads. Ci'ri, looking for information on where he was, decided to enter the Crossroads Inn and see if anyone could help him. Upon entering, he would be dragged in to a battle with two Grimlock creatures and an Illithid; Sleeg, Ghul and Illran.
The trio were harming innocence, and Ci'ri couldn't stand for it. Drawing Aluu, he did battle with Sleeg inside the inn. Sleeg blasted a hole in the side of the inn and tried to escape towards the back. Ci'ri pursued, and they continued their battle behind the inn. Ci'ri managed to fend off Sleeg; severing his legs from his body at the cost of breaking one of his own legs. Sleeg fled into the forest, leaving Ci'ri to believe he had won... but all was not as it seemed. Sleeg leaped back into the clearing from the cover of the trees, his legs completely healed. It was at this point that the Illithid Illran finished extracting the mind of one of the innocents and escaped. Sleeg and Ghul followed their companion, escaping with him, and leaving Ci'ri with a broken arm and leg.
Limping out of the inn and in to the crossroads, Ci'ri collapsed; weak and in pain from the battle. It was then that his life was saved by Erika Okibi and Teizo Marix. They healed his broken arm and leg, and nursed him back to health. He thought then that perhaps he had chosen the wrong continent to carry out his final rite, but would strive to overcome anything else that came his way; he would not give up.
Vampires Touch
Ci'ri had been visiting the Mage Tower a lot more often nowadays. He recently discovered his half sister, Sael, that had been living at the tower with her husband and daughter. Wanting to spend more time with his estranged family, he tried as best he could to be with them. As he was leaving the Mage Tower to head to the Crossroads inn, he was ambushed from behind and pinned to the ground on his front. Unknowingly, Ci'ri was being stalked for hours by this figure. The man bent down and bit into Ci'ri's neck, drawing blood. He could feel the man sucking the blood out of his body, but there was nothing he could do. He felt himself getting weaker, and weaker, and knew he would probably die.
However, the man pulled away, letting Ci'ri live. Ci'ri, woozy and in shock, got to his feet and went for the nearest shelter; the tower. Clenching his neck, trying to stop it from bleeding, Ci'ri headed up into the Tower and into the dorms. He entered the room where he last spoke with his sister, but was met only by Erika and a Frostian woman he had yet to meet. He told them of his attack, and they both left the room for only a moment. Ci'ri, trying to calm himself and bandage himself at the same time, was only met with more surprise. Through the door walked in the man that had done this to him. Ci'ri, usually able to hold back his anger; his rage, couldn't this time. As Erika and the Frostian woman were making their way back to the dorm room, the Vampire busted the door open and headed down the hall. A shower of Ice collided with the floor and the wall as he ran off. Ci'ri stepped out of the room, filled with rage, and pursued the Vampire all the way out of the Tower, however the Vampire did not have any muscles to tire, so ultimately Ci'ri lost him. The Frostian female named Nausura re-assured him that the Vampire would not get away with this.
She tried her best to comfort him, and she did a pretty good job. From then on, the two have been good friends.
Death Knights with a Vengeance
The Lich Rastance Kendon seemed to have some sort of authority or influence in the Mage Tower, and for some reason his Death Knights didn't take kindly to Ci'ri at all. He was chased for many miles by a single Death Knight that was seeking to steal Ci'ri's sword of ice from him, and claim it as his own. Ci'ri, flaunting the sword's magical properties, was able to successfully flee from the undead revenant. However, that wasn't the end of them.
Ci'ri returned to Laboo a few weeks later and, by chance, met up with Nausura again. It had been a while since they were together, so they spent a few minutes talking and catching up. As Ci'ri took his time talking, a second Death Knight wandered into the area, aiming to take Ci'ri's life. Ci'ri stood his ground protectively infront of Nausura, and a battle shortly ensued. At a point, it looked like the battle was in Ci'ri's hands... until the Death Knight casted some sort of magic orb, and sent it hurling at Ci'ri. Nausura, being a skilled Weaver(ice mage), conjured a spell and sent it to intersect the orb. Appearing to be the Death Knight's last stand sort of spell, the Death Knight conceided, saying Ci'ri and Nausura have earned their right to live; for now. It was only later that the Death Knight explained that Nausura had effectively saved his life.
Knowing that Nausura had indeed saved his life only made their friendship stronger. However, it also made him remember when Erika had saved his life twice. It seems all his women friends have saved his life at one point or another.
A Dragoon! Or not?
Ci'ri stood before the rotting corpse of the Devil he had just killed. Staring down at it's massive body, Ci'ri turned and headed away, content that this great evil was done away with. However, before he could get too far away, he was approached by an old man in some pretty old and worn armor. The old warrior asked Ci'ri if he could help him in removing all this armor, as he did not have the strength to do so on his own. Ci'ri was more than happy to oblige, and they headed inside the Dragon Belly's Inn. There, he removed every piece of armor the man had on, and set it down on the table. The old warrior thanked Ci'ri, recounting stories of his Squire and how Ci'ri reminded him a lot of him. When Ci'ri was done, the old warrior handed him a scale. It was silver, and smelled of rain water. The old warrior said they would meet again, and left Ci'ri without another word.
Pondering on what the scale was, Ci'ri was approached by a strange man. He had blue lancets on either side of his head and introduced himself as Exar Katarn,telling Ci'ri that he had been chosen by the Dragon Spirit to be inducted into the ways of the Dragoon. Ci'ri, surprised and taken aback, was speechless. Exar had told him that because he was chosen, accepting this offer would mean leaving his friends and family behind. He would not be able to see the woman he loved for a very long time. Ci'ri knew this was an opportunity of a life time, something that most warriors would never turn down, however he could not do that to his lover. He declined Exar's offer to become a Dragoon, and was sorry that this was so. Exar, saddened by this, understood Ci'ri's decision and accepted it.
However... it seemed the Dragon Spirit was not satisfied at all. Before their eyes, a confrontation had started between Christopher Darden and an Orc right outside the Dragon's Belly Inn. Ci'ri holding true to his beliefs, stood up and moved to stand in the way of Chistophers crossbows. He defended the Orc, trying to tell Chris to put his weapons down, and at the same time Chris was telling Ci'ri to move. Neither did what the other wanted, and Christopher pulled the triggers of his crossbow pistols. As if some divine influence was protecting Ci'ri, it appeared as though Chris had run out of ammunition, and neither pistol had shot off a bolt. Chris collapsed to his knees in shock and disappointment, and the Orc ran off. Ci'ri looked to Exar for some sort of reaction, and all he saw was a big smile, as if Exar knew this was going to happen.
A few days passed, and Ci'ri still couldn't get that confrontation with Chris out of his head. Trying to drown it out with reading, Ci'ri sat silently outside the Dragon's Belly Inn reading a novel, but just then he was interrupted by a friend of his, Issenval. Issenval was a Frostian like him, however he was very brutish and liked to do battle. Issenval interrupted Ci'ri's reading with a story about how the Drow had attacked the Cavern. Ci'ri was confused, since he hadn't heard anything about an attack from the other Council members. Issenval assured him it was true, and tried to coax Ci'ri into helping him murder all the Drow that lived on the surface. Ci'ri felt many emotions at the time. Anger, sadness, but in light of those, he was surprised at what Issenval had just proposed. Ci'ri outright refused to help Issenval, saying the entire race shouldn't be condemned for what this force did to the cavern. They got into a heated arguement, and Ci'ri vowed to stop Issenval from enacting his genocidal thoughts. Exar was keeping a very close eye on Ci'ri, and decided to move in and shield Ci'ri from any attack Issenval might deliver to him. Exar spoke to Issenval, telling him that Ci'ri will not interfere with his plans. Issenval wanted Ci'ri's word on that, and Ci'ri gave it to him. When Issenval was gone, Exar looked to Ci'ri and, after answering Ci'ri's question as to why Exar made him swear not to stand in Issenval's way, Exar said that without Ci'ri knowing, he had passed two tests within the last few days. Defending the innocent orc from being victimized by Christopher Darden, and what had just happened were not just chance meetings. He said the Dragon Spirit calls for Ci'ri once more, and this offer won't be given out a third time.
After many months of grueling training with Exar, enduring torment both mental and physical, there was only one more test to go through in order to become a full fledged Dragoon. Exar informed Ci'ri that the Dragon Spirit had given him a vision of a powerful evil that needed to be destroyed. Ci'ri had been told that ending this evil would be the end of his Squireship. Both worried and eager about this, he followed Exar in to the desert close to Cahfei's old tower, and waited for whatever it was to make itself known. Without any warning, the sand beneath Exar opened up, and out came the head of a red dragon, devouring Exar within a second then burrowing itself back in to the sand.
Ci'ri battled with the blue dragon, occasionally getting a strike in while avoiding it's gaping maw and swiping tail, but he had to find another way to end this beast. Near the two there was a large stone structure, supported by four pillars, and Ci'ri thought he could use this to his advantage. Dragoon Dashing over to the structure, he baited the rampaging Dragon in to destroying two of the four pillars. However, right after he got the fourth pillar down, the Dragon bombarded his back with a plume of flame, searing Ci'ri's back quite well, but as the flamed nearly got close enough to consume his entire body, the stone roof buckled from the lack of support, crashing down on to the dragon's back and pinning it to the ground. It flailed it's head around, trying to get free but it was useless. Ci'ri took this time to climb on to the dragon's back and send his sword right in to the dragon's skull, ending it's life instantly.
After felling the dragon, Ci'ri got down from the dragon and cut open it's stomach. Blood and fluids flowed out, but so did Exar, hacking up a cough and dragon fluids. He thanked Ci'ri, extremely surprised that he was able to take down the Dragon at all. Exar wasn't expecting the evil would be a Dragon, but he was glad that they were both alive.
