Zephire Drakescorn
Details
Full Name: Zephire Rattler Drakescorn
Race: Dratori
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Height: 6'3
Weight: 260
Birthdate: Rime 24th, 95
Birthplace: A small town near the southern reaches of Dalquia
Profession: Security/Guardsman/Bouncer
Housing:
Partners: N/A
Titles: N/A
Factions: N/A
Fluencies: Common, Rivach
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Zephire's skin is a deep russet reddish-tan well suited for a native of equatorial regions. He has brunette hair that looks ginger when light is shining through it. He wears this hair long, down to his shoulders. He often ties this up or cuts it short when he is fearful he is about to be ran out of town. Along his forearms are a series of scars and scrapes from years of brawling. Zephire has boxer's ears, which cause his otherwise pointed elf ears to point down ever so slightly. He keeps his face shaved unless he fears he will have to leave town.
Due to his disability, many of Zephire's body features are affected. His barrel chest, arms, and back have lost some tone. His legs are somewhat immune to this from having to walk everywhere. His fingers are calloused and thick from years of hard work, but recently they have begun to become locked at inconvenient times.
Zephire's eyes are an emerald color, reminiscent of fresh spring leaves on trees.
Personality
Zephire is a delight for those who respect and treat him correctly. He is, oddly enough, prejudice against his own race as they are usually the most egregious towards him. To all other peoples, save for clergy and the hyper-faithful one may encounter in day to day life, Zephire is someone who is easy to make friends with. In all respects, until faith, personal history, or the subject of his disability comes up, he is just some other normal person. He drinks heartily, laughs loudly, and enjoys all the comforts that most conventional Dratori (not to mention just people in general) also engage in.
Zephire is also a bit of a hedonist, so long as his mood is not soured. He has every right to be, given he knows his end is soon to arrive. He enjoys the company of all who would call him friend, and he does not try to steer that company down a path or towards a goal. His goal is that moment. Those individual snippets of togetherness. The cuddle after sex, the laughter at a bar, the victory following a fight; these are what he desires most because he knows that they will soon be gone. In this respect his personality is more akin to that of an elderly fellow.
History
The Drakescorn family was originally known by the surname Redmane, for their characteristic ginger hair and bright red family crest. They were by no means successful financially, but for a short time there were many of them and they were respected and loved. However, this would come to a close following the rise and inevitable fall of one "Butcher" Redmane. Butcher was a serial killer of especially violent tendencies, his main targets being the vulnerable and the sanctified. Relics and holy places were vandalized in gruesome manners by him. Young and old were afraid of him. His deeds went unending due to his stealthiness. The man had a vendetta against the world and he showed it with incredible violence. It was not discovered that this particular Redmane ancestor of Zephire was in fact the notorious "Butcher" until the killer was an old man. The town did what any reasonable town would and executed the terror, but decades of crimes left the remaining family, particularly Butcher's immediate family, in dire straits. No other would hire the Redmanes. No temple would allow them in without overly excessive stares or preachy criticisms. In just a few years those willing to call themselves "Redmane" had been depleted to only Butcher's eldest son. The town gave him another name, a cursed one. They called him and his family, Drake-Scorned, they who are hated by the gods. Almost a self fulfilling prophecy in a way, Butcher's kin went on in a world that despised them. That hate became generational and with it became lack of care. Perhaps the debilitating physical disorders which plagued the family were, as the townsfolk often would say, due to the fact they were literally cursed. Perhaps it was simply because no local doctor would see them and they were too poor to go out in search of aid. Most of Butcher's descendants, Zephire included, do not survive to be the same age as their evil ancestor. The surname Redmane is now all but forgotten as well too.
There are many genetic disorders which prevail throughout the family line. These include but are not limited to, cancers, mental diseases, and most debilitating MS. Zephire was diagnosed by his mother of his wasting disease. It had greatly impacted his quality of life ever since it began to show symptoms, and Zephire knows that he walks parallel with death itself. Generations of being targetted by these disorders has left the Drakescorned family in a place where they became rather decent arbiters of when one of their own number would perish. Following an increase of Zephire's episodes and ticks around the age of 25, it had been decided by his father and mother that Zephire would not live to see his 30th birthday.
Life copes with hardship though. Though hated by the locals still to this day, the Drakescorns have a tradition. When one of their number becomes obviously close to falling victim to their wasting disorders, but are still capable of travel, they celebrate that person by sending them away. For a two-fold reason, namely to allow their kin to see some of the world before they perish and partly to prevent them from perishing at home, lowering the spirits even further. Most of Zephire's family had disappeared in much the fashion he had, never to return home again. Leaving with what money the clan could scrounge, Zephire set off in pursuit of adventure, love, and a life worthy enough to die in peace for.
At 25 he travelled about aimlessly until he came into the employ of some elvish art dealers. Noticing his hardy muscles, formed from years of working rigorous jobs to help keep his family afloat, the dealers offered him a position as an auxillary bodyguard to their older orkan body guard who went by the name of Jones. Jones was a mysterious teacher, who moonlit in the larger towns the dealers would stop in as a boxer. Teaching Zephire some of his skills, the two became friends and travelled together with the dealers until Zephire's wasting became too advanced to ignore. Receiving a generous going away package from his employers, Zephire, now 27, enters into Zaichaer where he hopes he can avoid other Dratori, gods and their worshippers, and general hardships. Thinking he will not live beyond the year, Zephire has poured most of his savings into lodging, securing a small room at the Hobbled Gobbler for four months. What savings he has left he intends to waste on pleasure, wine, and sight seeing within the city.