"Sooo... Dragons... Beings of incredible power, which rule our world. Our divine rulers. Our gods. But nothing is immortal, I am convinced of that! So here is my plan! Very simple! We kill them and take their power! What is that look for? I am serious! Do I look like I am joking? Oh yeah right... Scratch that, but I am serious!"
Well, there is the plot for you. Humans (I will be glad to have PM battles about other races being integrated) have lived under their rule since they can remember or rather, since their first chapter in those huge history books that they write and read. It might very well be that the dragons created them, it might very well be that the world itself was created by dragons. That shake your resolve? Please leave. They have been kind rulers, have helped the humans in their times of need, have negotiated treaties between warring lords to save lives and yet they are respectful about the independence of the lower race, only interfering when called. Any association with justice holding you back? Please leave. But should they be assailed by humans... Their outlook might change... They might wipe our pitiful people from the face of the earth. Conscience talking to you? Please leave. If we win and I do hope we will, the ones that attain the godly powers are going to be... Rather more selfcentered than the kind dragons. Any feeling of pity for those that will suffer from our godhood? Please leave.
Well, I do wonder how many people have reached this line... Congratulations to you! You are either completely rotten to the core or you have pushed on till here with gritted teeth for some obscure reason. Or you completely ignored all the times I asked you to leave because you are utterly obnoxious... Obnoxious ones, feel free to exclude yourself from my congrats. Now down to business.
ame: Lloyd Ksatond
ppearance: A man a bit taller than most, he appears slightly thin, though not to an unhealthy degree, muscles beginning to show on him. His skin, though covered in dirt and grime, is obviously pale and soft, speaking of an easy life. However there various smaller scabs and scars covering his body that speak of his experience with the wilds. An ugly mess of badly healed gashes across his back suggest that his reason for leaving the safety of whatever place he called home might not have been as naive as wanderlust. His sapphire eyes seem to gleam with an almost unnatural amount of life. His face, apparently unable to grow any form of beard, is framed by blonde hair that might be beautiful if washed and combed, but is now a dirty brown-black that has a tendency to hang into his eyes from time to time.
ttire: A cotton shirt keeps him warm and prevents the chainmail he has pulled on over it from scraping over his sensitive skin and even more sensitive scars. While the shirt shows signs of being rather expensive and fits so perfectly that it must have been made for him, the chainmail has little flakes of rust upon it and a disruption in the metal links hints at the piece of armour failing to protect the previous owner from a blade of some kind. His pants are leather and again seem to be part of Lloyd's previous life seeing that they are of fine quality and do not restrain his movements. The boots he wears are a stark contrast to that. Thick leather formed into heavy footwear that one might see on a guard, though they also serve well for those who travel through rough terrain. Hurried stitching to adjust them to their new owner can be found upon close inspection. An overly long and wide cape is draped around his shoulders, the hood concealing his face easily though it might blind him just as easily if moved by sudden motion. The end of the cape is torn and dirty from dragging on the ground, though the rest is still fairly intact and does well in protecting against ill weather. From his belt, made from the same material as his boots, and appearing equally oversized on him, hangs a sheath.
eapons: In the sheath rests an arming sword, it's simple design and rather high quality of material letting an informed inspector know that this is probably a part of a large order of swords, presumably for a regiment of soldiers or a guard garrison. It has no signs of use yet, though the edge is not at it's sharpest. A more suspicious mind might theorize that the sword might fit the break in the chainmail that Lloyd wears.
nowledge: Knows how to handle his sword rather well, though his clean swordplay shows that he has yet to use it to truly defend himself. His knowledge of court etiquette is mediocre, knowing how to behave among the more privileged but either ignorant of or not caring for smaller details like pronounciation of certain words and body language. Despite his appearance which one might place as a mercenary or bandit, he seems to have moved little among that kind of company, his speech giving away that he has been educated well and has not learned to fully accept the rough ways of the lower caste that lives off death, staying away from things such as whoring and barfights where others would know no such shame and restraint.