SilverPaw — Roleplayer Guild

I think I would like to give this a try...I hope there aren't too many Drakken already. When I am less tired I will try to write the bio more concisely (I'm sure there's excessive stuff there). Besides, I bet there are things I will have to change - just tell me what and I'll revise.

Ineraz Evrenarth
"The Beastmaster"

Tall and slender like his father, with the light grey skin tone of his grand-grandfather, Ineraz strikes an imposing figure, menacing despite being wiry rather than bulky.

Race:
Drakken

Age:
164

Elements:
Air and water

Height:
7'4 (223,5 meters)

Bio:
Ineraz is one of the younger sons of an influential War lord who is still in his prime at 403 – the head of Evrenarth family, a male by the name of Na'ir. Having several siblings close his age and several much older, the rivalry in the family harsh; nothing unusual for a Drakken family. Na’ir however had perhaps a peculiar way of rearing his family, not only did he let the children compete freely among themselves (there were plenty of times he expressly forbade it), Na’ir cultivated and culled them through various training missions, trials and challenges. His father’s intelligence was always obvious to Ineraz, for Na’ir never kept more children than he had use of and at least some amount of control over. His sons all respect him and his leadership either genuinely or out of necessity.

And while Ineraz certainly admires his father’s abilities, if not his capricious character, his one true fond memory of Na’ir must be his storytelling. The one time that all his sons could be counted on not to start any infighting was whenever Na’ir regaled them with stories of their grandfather and grand-grandfather and their (prominent) role in the war against the Anathos and its aftermath. Those were the stories that motivated all of the children to train with even more vigour, to learn even the lessons that they would rather skip on and to seek greater challenges. These were the stories that began Ineraz’s interest in history and might have turned him into a scholar if he had been born as part of another race. While his father encouraged anything that could one day be an advantage, he generally prevented his sons from becoming obsessed (but had no qualms against using such desires, especially if they were of the blood-lust kind, for his own gain). 

Na’ir brought out the potential as a warrior Ineraz showed even as a youngling, and polished his rough talent until Ineraz befit the role as one of the many heirs of Evrenarth. The question of who will eventually inherit is prominent for all the heirs, but unless they all unite against their father – a very unlikely feat and a tad more dishonourable than any of them would prefer – such a question is likely to remain irrelevant for the next century or so. Combat was not the only thing Na’ir’s sons were drilled in – they were educated in history, geography, algebra, leadership, political intrigue, the ruling family, the contemporary War lords etc.. Na’ir adhered to his belief that any skill, any information, any ability and any character could be turned into an advantage. Ineraz enjoyed combat as much as the next Drakken, was intrigued by some of the history, hated politics, struggled with tactics and had no particular care for the rest. The practical missions of raids, battles, duels, ambushes etc. were a definite favourite.

Ineraz loved the trials and challenges, he really did, but there was something so absolutely galling at having to do it at his father’s orders! If only Na’ir was consisted, Ineraz might not have rebelled. But his father was so incomprehensibly whimsical, Ineraz couldn’t help getting frustrated and exasperated one time, and in his brashness of youth, Ineraz insulted his father in a fit of temper. After whipping him harshly, Na’ir calmly told him that since Ineraz was so ungrateful even after being recognized as one of the proper Evrenarth’s heirs at his 100, he would be sent to an isolated outpost where he could stay until he proved he had learned patience and self-restraint. And so Ineraz was sent to an isolated outpost with a scant few Drakkens who either wanted to curry the favour of Na’ir or were in for a different sort of challenge. And so Ineraz landed at a small fort – named Terva – nearby a forest full of vicious beasts and otherwise surrounded by rocky terrain, with a desert some ways away. The reason this outpost was of some import was due to being nearby water source, a precious commodity in the predominantly Drakken lands. Having spent there the past four decades has certainly helped Ineraz’s growth. He is still an efficient killer, only moderately cruel, a fierce fighter, prideful, with a bit of interest for history remaining. He is now also a survivalist, more pragmatic and determined. His most improved traits are patience, alertness, responsibility and a measure of self-restraint, his temper more tamed. He has greatly come to appreciate information, and he realizes he is likely quite out of touch with the recent tidings, despite the occasional visitors or a rare letter from his father.
 
Despite being far from most populous locations, Ineraz has managed to do a few remarkable things in his “exile,” one of them being using the nearby beasts to his advantage – he led a few of them to an enemy location where they wreaked havoc as they pleased. After that, Ineraz managed to tame a few of them sufficiently to sell them off for sport and similar, though their use was still rather limited as they were not exactly easily controllable pets. After that, Ineraz became known as “the Beastmaster” to those few Drakken interested in such a thing. Hearing of his new “title” his father met with him and recognizing Inaraz’s progress, Na’ir offered he would petition for him to get a bride in the next choosing. Ineraz knew this to be either a plot or a whim, but staying his tongue (he had learned that much), he accepted with a cold smile. Although Ineraz has decided to live in Terva for a while yet, the party before the choosing will be his "official" re-entry into the world of politics...


Other:
Proficient with a sword, bow and crossbow. Besides being a warrior, he sees himself as a hunter.

Adult Content Preference: PM or fade-to-black, either way’s fine.

“Thank you.” Feeling rather pleased at the compliment, Yssil smiled a small but genuine smile. Adykon apparently knew exactly how to motivate someone and that was nothing if not a sign of a good instructor. Yssil was truly glad to have risked it all and made his way across the continent. He had been here not even a day and yet he saw that his decision had been right. Feeling his breathing returning to normal, he carefully deposited the metal greatsword in the weapon’s rack and took a wooden sword instead. Its comparative lightness almost startled Yssil, even though he was expecting it, and he swung it a few times just to get used to it. Recalling the focus he had been praised for, Yssil stepped into the practice area and announced “I’m ready.”

SilverPaw Member

Status

Bio

Most Recent Posts