Description
A tall avian like creature is here, its height well over six foot and of a
very slender build. Soft looking gray feathers cover its body, the longer
ones being a soft almost sky blue tipped though it does not seem to be as
bright as it once may have been, while the shorter feathers covering its
hands claws and face are darker than the rest of those covering his body
almost a dark sooty gray. A large sharp beak takes up most of the face, a odd
white color that sharpely contrasts the rest of its coloring, large scars mar
it each leaving its own twisting gray mark. Large eyes are fixed almost to
the sides of his head, each one a black pit flecked with a faint gray. A
simply fastened peice of string holds a wild looking blue-gray plume on its
head in one place. Though tall and thin you doubt this creature would be
helpless, muscles twitch and pull over its body likely from years of
training. You also notice it is wearing several pieces of what appears to be
very old armor, rust, dirt, and several dents show of its use and age, all of
these armors are marked with the symbol of the Phoenix lined in silver and
white. Its almost human like hands are calloused and knarled, though you
notice the fingers seem to end in small claw like appendages opposed to
finger tips. A thick leather belt wraps around his waste likely a piece of
the armor he is wearing, a assortment of weapons dangles from it though you
notice mainly a large number of daggers, and a assortment of staffs and
spears bundled inbetween his wings.
You also notice about this creature...
Role
About Lekajab, his home, his kinsman.
Added Sat Dec 24 19:31:30 2005 at level 4:
Lekajab is not considered normal by most of the kinsman he has met within
Thera. Though he is accepted as one of them, an arial. He is what they
consider an ancient one, or one of the old breed. They did not mistreat him,
or call him names to his face. They merely stood in awe, unwilling to speak
to him, like he was a relic not to be disturbed because he might break.
Though they have good reason to fear him, blood that has long since dwindled
in the veins of those who call themselves his kinsman runs strong in his
veins. A direct decident of the first arials to speak, some suspect that this
first arial was not mortal at all but a god, giving a gift to his most worthy
of children. Born in the lands far north of the mountains of Udgaard Lekajab
is no stranger to war as the lands to the north are of a harsh barren clim,
and only the strongest survive, food is scarce water even more so. He didn't
come to this land thinking he would find a home for his people or even a home
for himself, only seeking the glory of truth and the Honor his kind once
held.
Drives, wants, and his past.
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Like those who have come before him from the north he is truely driven,
believing that only in duty will he find peace. Taught as those before him,
Lekajab knows that evil will not defeat itself, it must be driven from the
lands. Having been trained in the finer arts of combat by his father, he set
out to claim glory of his own.
The Glory of Battle for all that is Good and True.
Like those who came before him, his drive is enough to make him take unheeded
risks, all at the lightest of incentives.
Death will be his only rest, Duty his only Mantle.
The ancient armor he wears is a gift from his father, believing that soon a
true warrior will be born again and will bring glory back to his fallen
family. The armor itself pre-dates any written history known to Lekajab
though it was said by his father that the first arial known wore this armor
to his death, fighting in the War of the Winds.