Name: Jhovam Urith
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Magic?: Jhovam’s magic was subtle, at best. He tended to have restorative, positive capabilities that guide him in the field of healing and mundane remedies for complicated injuries. His draconic bond linked him to a youthful silver dragon named Yghrashmak, whom was a submissive creature (mimicking Jhovam’s own tendencies). Yghrashmak was much more potent in the magical field, using his positive abilities constantly to those whom he believed “injured”. This, over time, strengthened Ygrashmak’s own abilities and powers.
Appearance: [
image ] Jhovam was a short, thin boy. With his pale skin, dark blond hair, and dark gray-blue eyes, he obviously had marks of a different heritage. He had a thin build, with slightly developed muscles and little fat. During laborious activities, his skin paled even further, making him look sickly and ill. He was often seen wearing simple brown robes or clothing, hardly anything elegant. After all, he was a slave boy; he didn’t need to look extravagant. He carried a silver rod with a steel head, however, as marks of his previous ownership. His “mace” comforted him in stressful times, and he knew how to wield if it necessary against rodents, insects, and other pests.
His face wasn’t the most attractive in the group, what with a longer nose than the norm and slightly larger eyes. His cheekbones were hidden under a thin layer of fat, giving him a slightly elongated but not-chiseled face. When in a comfortable place, his modest face radiated with warmth and comfort. When in an unusual setting, however, he often shook with uncontrollable shakes. In any case, he almost always humped over, showing his submissive attitude.
The dragon himself was a brilliantly silver creature, shimmering in any sort of light. He hardly seem to have a hue himself since his lustrous scales reflected the environment around him quite well. He had brilliantly blue eyes and short white teeth. Along his head and down his spine to the tip of his tail was a slightly transparent (but still reflective) frill. An odd trait did show on Yghrashmak; he had an extra claw on his left front limb.
Personality: Jhovam, being raised as a slave his entire life, was a passive and submissive person. He seemed to be a genuinely caring person, acting as both a nurturer and supporter for those whom he worked for. He has steadfast loyalty to his “masters”, and would defend his honor of that loyalty to the end if he must. He was naturally inquisitive, but his oppressive past owner made him halt almost all questions before they were even asked. Because of that, he hardly spoke up and inquired about justifications, plans, and knowledge. His dragon followed a similar personality type. As a passive dragon, the bond between Jhovam and Yghrashmak wasn’t as radical and chaotic as some others, but the bond itself threatened the two more. After all, it was easier to harm someone who didn’t have the will to fight.
History: Jhovam was raised as a slave in his old mistress’s home, where he was a general slave who did the minor biddings of his master. When he grew older, he showed a talent with herbs and medicine, so his mistress trained him as a backup-healer aside from his normal tasks. When a vile sickness gripped her compound, he and the three other slave-healers devised a cure, making his mistress very proud. To show her gratitude (she
was very fickle), she gave Jhovam a silver-stone mace. He learned to use it when the mistress alerted him of pest problems, which happened commonly. To deal with them, he had to squash them constantly before he finally devised herbal solutions; he used strong-smelling herbs to repel the pests before they even became a problem. For this reward, the mistress gave him a small, shiny rock. He held that gift in the highest esteem for decades.
At night, Jhovam encountered dreams of an unknown sort; he felt an unusual presence. The pressure of this force was always there, and yet he could never reach out and touch it. The shadows in the dream twirled and shook at his touch, as if they thought the attempt to solve the mystery was simply tickling them. Finally, he walked through the shadows enveloping him and discovered a brilliantly silver . . . thing. He didn’t know what it was, or where it came from. Honestly, his initial reaction was fear, and he immediately woke up. Ever since that dream, he felt that light presence brush up against his consciousness, causing him to panic at the slightest events and seem to be in a daze half the time.
His mistress, after a stressful night and cracking of sanity, sold her slaves across the world. Jhovam was sold to the compound, where he finally dreamt contact with this silver form. Hesitantly asking what it was, he soon found out it was a “dragon” or some such nonsense. Instead of ignoring it, he grew familiar with it, and together, they defeated imaginary beasts in the dreams or simply became friends. For once, Jhovam openly spoke his mind with this creature.
It called itself “Yghrashmak”, and it became clearer and clearer when the dreams progressed over many nights. One day, Jhovam felt the odd tingle on his mind, and the world began to swim and blur, shifting and fading into an alien place of oddly-shaped and colored grass. He saw a glimpse of his silver friend before landing in this world, confused and in a headache. Where he was? He didn’t know.
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Well, there you go Penden. Jhovam is back in the RP! ^_^
