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 Scales covered from his shoulder to his forearm, also a good proportion of his back. He has a tail, which is also covered in scales. Hair is a bit shorter, about shoulder length. And of course, less ears. [/hider]

[b]Name:[/b] Jagred Embereyes

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race:[/b] Draconian

[b]Class:[/b] Rouge/ Assassin

[b]Preferred Weapon:[/b] His short swords. However, when needed, he could also fight with his bare fists or claws.

[b]Starting Inventory:[/b] 
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[*]A metal nail file to keep his claws from growing too long.[/*] 
[*]Several smoke bombs, some mixed with poison. [/*]
[*]A wooden box contains dozen of small vials, none of which was labeled.[/*] 
[*]A weathered leather bound journal.[/*] 
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[b]Abilities/Skills:[/b] 
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[*]Draconian abilities: Hiding, Mysticism, Escape, Counter-Espionage, Melee Weapons [/*]
 [*]Rouge abilities: Sneak, Lockpicking, Lip Reading. [/*] 
 [*]Custom skills: Acrobatics, Alchemy, Blindfighting, Brawling, Toxicology, Detect lies.[/*]
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[b]Magic:[/b] Magic breath: Since Jagred's scales are a deep crimson, he can breath fire, but in no way capable of controling it or is immune to its effects.
 
[b]Background:[/b] Born son of a blackmarket alchemist, Jagred grew up in an abandoned brewery with his parents. Throughout his childhood, he either stayed at home helping his parents brew up various types of drugs and poisons or finding a way into the market district to deliver the ‘goods’. It wasn’t actually honest work, but the young Jagred was contented with his life. Both his parents cared for him, in their own way. They never forced him to do anything he didn’t want to or was deemed too risky for gangly kid. There was even a time when his father tried to persuade Jagred to take up studying, but of course, failed hopelessly. As he got older, the stake was also much higher. The goods this time weren’t tiny vials anymore, but giant packets as tall as he was. Getting them into the city was much harder. 

And one day, he finally made a mistake. A client pointed him out for the guards, who then followed him back home, and he had failed to notice them. Guards raided their hideout, captured him and his parents. As he was only a 13 year old brat at that moment, they only had him sent to an orphanage. However, his parents weren’t so lucky. They were branded ‘dangerous criminals’, judged in a brief trial and hung the next morning. 

 The event hit Jagred hard. He only stayed at the orphanage for a few nights, before escaped, returning to his home, or at least what was left of it. He was angry and vengeful. However, there was no one to put the blame on but himself. Now alone, Jagred had to find a way to survive. He returned to the market place at daytime, stealing, begging, whatever it took to get food or coins. As soon as he was old enough to hold a blade, Jagred joined a band of mercenary. There, he learnt how to fight, with or without weapons. Choosing a pair of short swords, Jagred made up for its reach and power with deadly poison, mixed according to the recipe left in his father’s journal. However, as the substances he used were usually corrosive, Jagred tried to limit their uses to the best of his ability. Otherwise, a hefty amount of coins from his wage would have been wasted on new weapons all the time. 

 After a few years with running with the mercenaries, Jagred began to work alone, taking on bounties and private contracts. Things worked out for him at first, but a few incidents later, he realized that he was tired of fighting someone’s war. So it was decided. One morning, he packed up and left, searching for an adventure of his own.

 
[b]Other:[/b] His tongue is forked, like a snake’s. Also, when he gets irritated or angry, he tends to hiss or growl between words. 
 
 Finally, Adventure Ho >:] Anyway, can I have a bit more info about Draconians' magic breath? So I can add that bit to my CS later.