Discord ID - Nyghthawke#0804
Previous Characters - Raewyn Darkclaw, Kutara, Marja vonDrakken, Yuri Sankage, others I don't remember...
Character Name - Jhasato
Character Race & Subrace - Demihuman
Alternate Graphic - N/A
Character Description - Tall and broad-chested, Jhasato nevertheless moves with sinewy, leonine grace. His smooth skin is the color of polished copper, and his cold dark eyes seem all the darker from a careless smear of kohl upon his lids.
His beard is thick and full, bound with ties of sinew, and his hair is kept in a long braid to the middle of his back, oiled and hung with small bells; both are a deep brown, almost black, though they shine sanguine in the harsh sunlight.
He is typically adorned in crude but sturdy leathers, accentuating his masculine form. His voice is harsh, deep, more of a growl than a speaking voice.
Shard Plot Line (Strengths & Weaknesses) - A former bloodrider for his khal before his arrival in Cuivienen, Jhasato is not simply a soldier, but a warrior, possessing a keen mind for strategy and warfare. He will likely see his chosen khal's god or goddess as simply another aspect of the Great Stallion, and will stop at nothing to achieve greatness in their name.
Special Roleplay Ability - TBD
Previous World - The Dothraki Sea of Essos (long before the events of Game of Thrones)
Backstory - Jhasato urged his horse faster, the blood of his blood pressing in on either side as they charged roaring towards the city walls. He didn't know what the people inside had done to earn his khal's wrath; he didn't rightly care. All he knew was that battle awaited, and prizes of gems, gold, and women awaited his victory.
The first wave of Dothraki crashed against the line of defenders, horses screaming as pikes tore through their skin. Arrows rained down on them from the fortified walls, one burying itself in Jhasato's shoulder, three more burying themselves to the fletching in the neck of his horse and sending it crashing to the ground. He used his forward momentum to leap free of the slain beast, tossing his bow aside and wielding his wickedly curved arakh, cleaving two of the defenders in half with a single swing. All along the wall, the rest of his khalasar was making short work of the so-called army. He looked down at one of the slain soldiers; he was young, barely more than a child, and the armor nearly swallowed his slight frame.
"<They protect themselves by hiding behind sheep!>" He spat in disgust and charged the heavy wooden gates. His khal was already there, the blade of a massive curved axe biting away the last barrier between the khalasar and victory. He stood at his back, cutting down any foolish enough to try and attack, until the gates fell, and like a great wave, the Dothraki swept into the city to claim their prize.
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Later that night, Jhasato sat laughing with the other bloodriders, the fires of their conquest now lending light to their celebration. Several barrels of strange liquid - almost sickeningly sweet but far more potent than the fermented mare's milk he was accustomed to - lay half-empty around the circle. His shoulder had been bandaged, the arrow pulled free and the steel tip decorating his braid, and his head swam from drink and revelry. Darkness clouded his vision as he eventually blacked out, only to awaken in a strange world: his khalasar gone, his horse gone, and - worst of all - the captured women gone!
Previous Characters - Raewyn Darkclaw, Kutara, Marja vonDrakken, Yuri Sankage, others I don't remember...
Character Name - Jhasato
Character Race & Subrace - Demihuman
Alternate Graphic - N/A
Character Description - Tall and broad-chested, Jhasato nevertheless moves with sinewy, leonine grace. His smooth skin is the color of polished copper, and his cold dark eyes seem all the darker from a careless smear of kohl upon his lids.
His beard is thick and full, bound with ties of sinew, and his hair is kept in a long braid to the middle of his back, oiled and hung with small bells; both are a deep brown, almost black, though they shine sanguine in the harsh sunlight.
He is typically adorned in crude but sturdy leathers, accentuating his masculine form. His voice is harsh, deep, more of a growl than a speaking voice.
Shard Plot Line (Strengths & Weaknesses) - A former bloodrider for his khal before his arrival in Cuivienen, Jhasato is not simply a soldier, but a warrior, possessing a keen mind for strategy and warfare. He will likely see his chosen khal's god or goddess as simply another aspect of the Great Stallion, and will stop at nothing to achieve greatness in their name.
Special Roleplay Ability - TBD
Previous World - The Dothraki Sea of Essos (long before the events of Game of Thrones)
Backstory - Jhasato urged his horse faster, the blood of his blood pressing in on either side as they charged roaring towards the city walls. He didn't know what the people inside had done to earn his khal's wrath; he didn't rightly care. All he knew was that battle awaited, and prizes of gems, gold, and women awaited his victory.
The first wave of Dothraki crashed against the line of defenders, horses screaming as pikes tore through their skin. Arrows rained down on them from the fortified walls, one burying itself in Jhasato's shoulder, three more burying themselves to the fletching in the neck of his horse and sending it crashing to the ground. He used his forward momentum to leap free of the slain beast, tossing his bow aside and wielding his wickedly curved arakh, cleaving two of the defenders in half with a single swing. All along the wall, the rest of his khalasar was making short work of the so-called army. He looked down at one of the slain soldiers; he was young, barely more than a child, and the armor nearly swallowed his slight frame.
"<They protect themselves by hiding behind sheep!>" He spat in disgust and charged the heavy wooden gates. His khal was already there, the blade of a massive curved axe biting away the last barrier between the khalasar and victory. He stood at his back, cutting down any foolish enough to try and attack, until the gates fell, and like a great wave, the Dothraki swept into the city to claim their prize.
---
Later that night, Jhasato sat laughing with the other bloodriders, the fires of their conquest now lending light to their celebration. Several barrels of strange liquid - almost sickeningly sweet but far more potent than the fermented mare's milk he was accustomed to - lay half-empty around the circle. His shoulder had been bandaged, the arrow pulled free and the steel tip decorating his braid, and his head swam from drink and revelry. Darkness clouded his vision as he eventually blacked out, only to awaken in a strange world: his khalasar gone, his horse gone, and - worst of all - the captured women gone!
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