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Beginner Roleplayer
Name: Yashtsher
Race: Lizardman
Gender: Male
Age: 62
Height: 7’1
Likes/Dislikes:
+ Battles
+ Meats
+ Hot water bath/basking in the sun
+ Alcohol
- Cold
- Activities that requires dexterity
- Table manner
- Ethereal entities
Positive traits: Disciplined, Steadfast
Grew up through countless battles, Yashtsher built to be a tough combatant hone his mental strength to be resilient enough. He almost never skips his daily routine training his body even though lately his old body can’t keep up with rigorous training anymore.
Negative traits: Ruthless, Barbaric
Yashtsher never knew about manners as he spent his whole life in battlefields. During battles he also tends to act as if he’s going berserk, charging with reckless abandon, using every possible means to defeat his opponent.
Strength: Being a lizard, Yashtsher was an ectotherm. This means he has a slower metabolism rate and can go without food for a long time. Though during this state, the longer period he fasted the more sluggish he became as his body tried to preserve the remaining energy. Though this usually negated by the fact that he is not a picky eater and would gobble up prey or scavenge for meat during the hunt, even if the said meat is a bit rotten.
Having a slow also means Yashtsher didn’t have the need to eat often. He could eat up to a week's portion of food and stay without food for a week or two.
Weakness: The bad part of being an ectotherm is Yashtsher could not produce enough body heat required to operate. There’s a need for him to rely on external heat sources such as sunray, fireplace, hot water, and many other heat producing methods. He usually basks in the sun during the morning and stores enough heat to operate during the day. During the night, when the temperature plummets beyond his minimum required heat level, he prefers to just sleep. Though when needed he could soak up heat from an artificial heat source and continue doing his task, but he needed to operate near the heat source constantly.
When his body temperature drops below the required level, his movement becomes sluggish and it scales with how much difference it is. So he is just slightly sluggish when the temperature just dropped and extremely sluggish even to the point of ceasing to move if it goes so much beyond the minimum level.
“Th're was no most wondrous'r joy than being on a battlefield”
Yashtser grew up and was born within a battlefield. His home town was swept up by power conflict between neighboring countries. Without proper training he was forced to join the battle to survive. Relying only on his raw power, Yashtser battle style is more of an unrefined one as there’s no one who could teach him during the war. He grabs things with his foot so it also helps him during fights, be it for maneuvering or handling weapons. With his big stature, even without weapons he is still a force to be reckoned with. His fanged maw was also his natural weapon as he could bite into his enemies and when needed this behavior could also be used to feast in the battlefield.
Yashtsher's tribe lizardmen had to strip away their pride and team up with surrounding tribes from different races in order to survive against the war skirmishes. Not all of them welcome the lizardmen, some even drive them away before negotiation occurs. This made Yashtsher not discriminate and more neutral towards other races. He also learns Common language through this interaction.
After the war that swept his hometown comes to an end, Yashtser’s hometown village is already in tatters. The war took several decades and Yashtsher was already an old lizard when it settled down. Without knowing anything besides combat, the end of war somehow left a hole in his heart. His everyday life of combat and struggle suddenly vanished. A rumor about a place where one could go monster hunting and face ferocious beasts gets Yashtsher blood pumping. He sets on a journey toward the Hunter’s Inn with several lizardmen that’s also interested in that place.Usually it was younger lizardmen that did the journey to seek out knowledge to bring back to the tribe and preferably in groups. The same could not be said for these old lizardmen composed of Yashtsher and his bunch. They said they were seeking the thrill of battle that was lost when the war was over, but probably what they really sought was honorable death in battle. Several seasons had passed and the destination was already in sight. Unfortunately the journey was not so forgiving and probably Yashtsher was the only one who reached the Hunter’s Inn.
((Will probably polish up the texts and replace the image with the finished one later))
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