Name: Jhaereth (Jair-edth)|
Dragon Name: Valatar
Gender: Male (Held in much skepticism?)
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Social Class: Nobility
Occupation: Member of the Deadly Silence guild in Soto, member of the National Survey guild in Soto.
Race: Dragon / Drow
Nationality: Other (Underdark) - Chaulssin, Middledark.` (Unknown location)
One elaborate adamantine stiletto, easily concealed within his sleeve, coat or boot. The blade is a dull, barely reflective navy colour, a little longer than a hand in length and etched with a narrow serpent design. The crosshilt is designed as such that the very base of the blade is a spiral, as if the reptile is wrapped around it to protect the fingers so that it may be used to punch with the hilt vertical against the palm as well as horizontal. The hilt is smooth and made of aged dragonbone, capped with a beljuril.*
*A Beljuril or Fireflashil is a gemstone unique to the realms. Usually fist sized they are a deep seawater green and not quite spherical. Most are found fist sized, and very difficult to shape with metal tools. Roughly once an hour it will draw an undetectable amount of energy from a 30ft radius and emit it as a flash of sparkling light without heat, sound or electrical discharge, that is most noticeable in low lit areas. In the dark it is positively dazzling.
Two wands - One is about a foot and a half long and made of smooth polished ebony wood, with a tiny amount of gold scrollwork. The other is a couple of inches longer and made of ivory, heavily carved in a design reminiscent of a deep wyrm.
Image: Derp sketch of Jared and Meri.|
Jhaereth possesses two forms at least, of which we know of. The primary form for now is that of his humanoid state, which resembles a Drow very much to the letter, most likely because they were the most intelligent of the subspecies and aesthetically pleasing to him at the time, as most of his kind choose either Drow or Human forms.
His skin is a rich coal black, and tall for a Drow male standing at 5'6, though it is hardly imposing to any human. His build is very lean and muscular in a rather understated way, and highly flexible, like a serpent. Probably from all the 'evading from afar' that he does. He is however, not known for great athletic stunts or fighting. It is likely that this is more a reflection of his true self, since he behaves more akin to a lazy cat, with the same careless grace right down to the scrabble of limbs when he drunkenly falls off a table.
It is noted that he is always scrupulously clean, and complains loudly and vociferously when he is not. He has no notable tattoos on his body, but his left earlobe is pierced.
His face is narrow, with a long thin nose and high cheekbones, his eyes are tilted and a bright acidic green, with slitted pupils. They also emit a strong light in the dark, not unlike the changing reflective property of a cat's. His lips are somewhat thin, and his ears large, the whole cast of his face coming across as angular and very androgynous.
Jhaereth's hair falls to his waist in a mass of curls in snowy white shot with sun bleached blonde streaks. It is usually scraped back from his face with a widow's peak at the top, and knotted, leaving the rest to cascade down his back. A ringlet falls loosely before each ear.
His clothing is usually of an ostentatious nature, made of fine velvet, silks and whatnot, with elaborate embroidery or braiding, and usually in dark rich colours. His boots are high, reaching to thigh length and made of fine tooled dark leather of an elven make, with narrow toes and little heels. Whatever his clothing, the boots and his piwafwi always remain. The piwafwi is a dark elven cloak, usually enchanted to give the wearer small things like increased resistance to elemental magics, or better stealth, or an armor bonus. Jhaereth's is conspicuously absent of any house markings, as all piwafwi bear some patterning that marks the wearer as belonging to a particular House, even the lowest commoner. The lack of such where he is from would render him an enigma, either of incredible station, or none at all. It is attached under the arms to his sleeves so that it billows, batlike if he threw his arms wide. It probably gives him some measure of security as well, making him feel more dragon-y with the wings. He often wears an array of jewellery as if to say 'look at me!' and it always varies, but a small ruby in a silver mesh always hangs from his left ear.
Counterpart to his Drow form, his true nature is significantly larger, roughly around 85ft in length from nose to tail. His body is slender as a snake - though a good portion of that is his tail - bulking out around the chest and shoulders as he has a second pair of larger, well muscled 'arms' that would otherwise be called wings. He does in fact walk on these arms in addition to his smaller, more fragile seeming legs, and while they are capable for flight over short distances, they are better suited for clambering and scaling sheer walls or smashing aside obstacles in sporadic bursts of speed. This is reinforced when one looks at the composition of his feet, which are designed much in the manner of a human hand, with roughened pads on the underside of the 'fingers' so that they are exceptional for climbing. It is worth noting that once spread, translucent membranes are visible between the 'fingers' of these small feet, presumably to enhance his swimming capabilities. His wingarms tuck in close to his body, clutching his shoulders and giving the illusion of a cloak, particularly when he is in motion.
His head is a narrow wedge, with a jutting chin where three blunt spines protrude forwards from the jaw. The general countenance of his face is quite noble in bearing, at least until he opens his mouth and the true viciousness of his breed is revealed. Most of the side of his open maw is shielded from view, roughly half of it, with the membrane of dark skin inside. All of his teeth slope backwards like a snake's, designed to prevent prey trying to escape by hooking into the flesh. When open, one might see the moist black tongue of the beast. The flesh inside his mouth also appears to be a shockingly bright green when open and reflecting light, like he is burning from inside.
Though he possesses a crest that runs above his eyes, he appears in fact, to have none. His nostrils are two narrow slits that travel back from the small delicate snout almost to the crest above where his eyes would be if he had any. This 'crest' runs back the length of his head til it becomes a pair of incredibly flexible feelers, which effectively heighten the level of sound with vibrations, as he is otherwise blind. His scaling is sleek all across his length, though the plates on his back and shoulders are capable of being raised slightly to make himself appear more jagged and threatening. This seems to go hand in hand with the myriad patterns of poisonous green lights he displays along the length of his neck and back, which looks like he has small unnatural spaces between the scaling, and the veiny membranous underside of his wings. It appears to be some form of radioactive bio luminescence which he refers to as being caused by exposure to Faerzress, and shows up most consistently when having a severe temper tantrum.
There is no club, barb, or visible weapon to his tail other than the tail itself, which is whip fast and incredibly muscular, using in climbing and constricting. His scales are a dark pewter, and usually quite dull unless polished when they take on a mirror sheen.
All in all, this would indicate that he less suited to flight as the dragons of yore are so known for, and more designed for a terrestrial or subterranean environment.
Jhaereth is a carnivore.
Within the first few moments of meeting him it's clear that Jhaereth has something of an ego. That is, a really big one. Most dragons believe that they are more intelligent that what they consider lesser races, combined with the fact on maturing he chose his humanoid form to be a Drow and not a human, he also follows in their example that he believes all other races are inferior. He is indeed, quite full of himself, though will from time to time jest about his faults or failings, but normally in a manner that makes them look like nothing at all, or in an incredibly self depracating style that would make another try to assure him that it isn't so.
Despite that, he's rather well mannered, preferring refined company and fine food, wine and clothing. He also has a penchant to horde anything small and shiny, and well, the bigger it is the more he usually wants it. As such, he has several caches of wealth secreted that were to be part of his lair...but now go towards the front of financing his more base mortal needs.
Jhaereth dislikes not being the center of at least one person's attention, even if it's his own, unless he is of course deliberately trying to avoid it, though why on earth he'd want to do that would be an affront to his line of thinking. Unless of course he is purposely hunting something. It is often a mental struggle for him to accept that he must adhere to his racial necessities of sneaking when all he wants to do is prance and strut about like a peacock.
Ambition is key for him also, as he likes to gamble and take risks that may stack the odds against him. This combined with his sly nature sometimes gets in his own way however, as quick and sharp as his tongue is, it often lands him into trouble and lets things trip out which were better left unsaid.
He is not always directly mean or cruel, and rarely openly vicious unless someone took point to go out of their way to upset him, but the foppish noble more often than not comes across as such with his needling and nettling jibes at others, or crass observations designed to push. Most of it is hidden under a facade of cheerfulness. He can be particularly vindictive when angry, and knows how to hold a grudge though.
He's also something of a magpie in that he'll happily hoard the valuable and particularly shiny items, as well as people if he finds them charming enough. It wouldn't be the first time he's attempted to start a pet project and turn a commoner into a lady.
When deep in his cups, the drow is naturally more emotive and prone to expressing himself by demanding people bend to his will and do what he wants in a petty and childish fashion. Of course, nobody would believe him even when he shouts that he's a dragon, because of course, he doesn't look like one, and can't turn into one, so who cares honestly?
Truth is, he was, and relatively happy too, taking his humanoid form when visiting the nearest chaotic city to his cavern in the Underdark. At least until a rogue band of adventurers decided to plunder his loot anyway. Only they weren't just rogue adventurer's either, one was a horribly crippled survivor of a previous battle, who deigned to return to take their much deserved vengeance on the dragon. Even if he was, as he protests, just protecting his loot. Which was pilfered off multiple helpless creatures that he preyed on and slaughtered, probably, but that's not the point here.
Knowing what they were facing they came well equipped and caught him offguard, trapping him while he was in his weaker, fleshier form and sapping his magic, then leaving him to the mercy of the Underdark.
So he'd expected to die, but had managed to surprise everyone by doing exactly the opposite, and using the handful of thralls who were too stupid to realize he had very little power left to him, and headed after his assailants. Because really what else could he do? Eventually he supposed his power might come back but it wasn't likely, and in that state it was too dangerous to remain underground lest he find himself very dead, very quickly.
Now he hunts the band of adventurers, the would-be dragon slayers. Or at least that is his intention, when he's not sidetracked with pretty clothes and wine.
Recent events determine that he openly committed the act of murder in full view of a street full of witnesses. When apprehended, he and his companion Merisiel Dragon-Rider resisted arrest, killing a further two guards serving their duty, until suppressed and incarcerated.
Unfortunately...or perhaps fortunately, they made their escape and are now loose in the country.
It is rumored that he is responsible for something of a small massacre at an outlying farm on the Plains of Aeril, and the disappearance of two children. All that was found was a burned out shell of the building, and more than a half dozen bodies inside. Bandit activity is speculated but for the sighting of a pair of drow at the scene.
He has recently joined the Deadly Silence for lack of better direction, and The National Survey, though the latter may just be a cover for dubious activities and connections.
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