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~~Character Information~~
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Name: "Creature" Adjorn Blackscale
-He is known by Creature due to his unusual appearance with help of his inability to speak.
Race: Black Dragonborn
Class: Monk
Background: Outlander: Hunter- Gatherer
Age:14
Height: 6'0
Weight: 200Ibs
Hair: N/A He has a elongated horn that covers from his Forehead slicked back past his head to a large cone point.
Eyes: Dark Gray
Skin Color: Black with a dark shine of navy blue.
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~~Character Backstory~~
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Deep in the fridged, ridged mountains of the Serima mountain range a mother black dragon wrapped herself around her precious eggs. She had been a terror upon villages, towns, and cities near the Serima mountains. She was hunting not men, elves, or dwarves that lived in the parts but instead their livestocks. She was taking them back to her mountain lair where she stored them away for her children when they would hatch. She would sing to them in Draconic hushing any qualms in their movments inside the eggs. She would repeat this proccess many times over the period of pregnation, laying, and some months after laying the eggs of hunting and protection.
It was unfortunately not to long after the dragon raids the surrounding civilizations of the mortal races would come together piling up monetary reward to a group of adventures who seeked to remove the threat the dragon placed upon their employers. The party would journey from the far southern town up the mountain to the dragon's lair where she protected her young, A Cleric of Palor, Monk of Silvanus, Fighter, Rogue, Draconic bloodline sorcerer would enter the lair.
With a mothers protective nature and a looming feeling of threat she would furiously attack the traspassing party. With acid breathe, Claws, teeth, and crushing force the mother fought back to protect her eggs from the party who would surely destroy them if they won the day. But as time has proven and legends boast the dragon was slain at the face of the parties might before her eggs which shook in the open. The party would ransack the eggs taking them back to the towns parading around with them later destroying them...all but one...the monk of Silvanus a devoute follower took a single egg hiding it from the parties mind and sight. When the party dispanded the monk would walk away from them all with no reward leaving the earthly lure of treasure, gold, fame, and reward for the dragons slaying with heavy burden of saddness and duty to raise the newborn dragon. Taking the egg back to his temple him and the other human monks would take care of the egg waiting for the hatchling to birth from the egg. The hatchling would rise from the black shelled egg but instead of being full bred dragon it was a dragonborn on account of his father being a dragonborn druid from years past. This fact unknown to the monks they saw it as a sign from Silvanus of their duty to bring this hatchling up in her ways. The monks of the temple never spoke a word to each other or the hatchling Adjorn as they believed their words were exclusive to the Divine. Here inside the monastery the hatchling Adjorn would be trained to hone his very body as a weapon just as they learned. They were followers of the Path of the Shadow, agents to the will of Silvanus. Experts in spear combat, martial arts, and the path of shadow they instilled their beliefs into Adjorns mind & body. Adjorn would come to represent nature as he walked on all fours like a beast of the earth, his legs growth was stunted through the many years Adjorn walked like this never walking on two legs. He trained years in the same arts the monks did to focus his body to defend himself. His claws which grew out become his primary means to defend himself, his tail becoming his very own spear the same way the monks used their monk weapon spears for melee combat.
As the years went by he would reach the age of 11 leaving the temple to become part of nature itself. His enlightenment lie in the forest, caves, and mountains of the world where he would hunt. He would over the 3 years of living in the natural world he traveled so vastly he would come to enjoy hunting goblins, the taste of goblins to him was better then a fresh boar or venision. He would spend so much time hunting goblins in their caves skulking about in small confined shafts he would learn their language aswell. Still never speaking a word only making animalistic hissing, growling, shrieks of pain, an animalistic body language to communicate. Many woodsmen, druids, nomads, and rangers would speak of this "creature" who hunted goblins in the depths of the forest calling Adjorn not by his unknown name but by what he looked like a creature.
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