Description
This lithe little felar is covered with a soft, smokey grey coat. It's sleek
look is offset by the couple of cowlicks you see on him. Probably a sign of
too much grooming, it tends to give him a young, carefree appearance. His
droll yellow eyes stare about playfully. The fur around his face is grown out
a little longer than the rest. That around his cheek and mouth is left open,
his whiskers flowing down almost like hair. On the top of his head, the fur
is brushed over to one side, and held at bay under the cap he wears.
A plain collar made of simple black leather is worn, very loosely, around his
neck. A belt, and two ankle bracelets, made in the same simple fashion as his
collar, adorn his waist and legs, and are worn just as loose. The bracelets,
however, bare two holes that are torn open as if something was ripped out of
them.
Role
Jzroc's back story
Added Mon Feb 7 18:07:33 2005 at level 24:
Jzroc, as simple minded as he is, wasn't always "slow". He was a rather
intelligent felar who had a love of knowledge. As a child his most favorite
thing in all the world was a treasure chest. From the most shiny and sparkling
to the dullest, simplest box, he loved them all. They sent a shiver up spine
because each one was different, each one holding a new prize to be taken, and
never knowing what was inside is what thrilled him the most.
Jzroc would fool people into believing that he was "slow" or dumb. This way,
he believed, people would pay him less attention, causing people to drop their
guard while he was around. Thinking he was too dumb to understand, they often
divulge important information around Jzroc, allowing him to gain more and more
knowledge as he went about. Knowledge, of course, that would afford him a
better life.
Well one day as Jzroc was sneaking about, doing his business, he spied a
treasure chest, just waiting to be opened. He tried to push it out of his mind
but he just couldn't do it. So when the time was right he made his way back
only to find it guarded by someone. No sooner had he seen them than out came
his trusty blackjack, ready to do it's work. Now, SOMEHOW, no one knows to
this day just -how- he did this, but -somehow- instead of bopping the guard,
ol' Jzroc managed to blackjack himself!
When he finally awoke, head pounding, all poor ol' Jzroc could remember about
himself was his yearning for knowledge, love of treasure chests, and his cover
story. So Jzroc continues his journey, his search for riches and treasure,
only now, a bit "slower" than before.