Jarral Character Sheet

The Basics:

Name in full: Jarral Dekar

Nicknames: N/A

Date of birth (dd/mm/yy): 02/05/1989

Place of birth:
City: Andhakaar'a
Country: N/A
Planet: Kevali

Sex: Male

Species/Race: Kevali

Name of father: Jonathan Webster Marsianos

Name of mother: Seran Rama

Number of Siblings: 0

Names of Siblings: N/A

Place in family: Only child.


Physical attributes:

Hair colour/Length: Black with red streaks at the front / Waist length.

Eye colour: Pale Violet

Skin tone: Pale

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 65lb

Distinguishing features (Not including racial traits):
Tattoos: Mark of the scribe (A series of runic script that runs across the right side of his face and down one arm.
Piercings: Both ears pierced several times.
Scars: Wrists terribly scarred from years of self-harm. Small but deep scars over his chest and stomach.
Other: N/A

Blood type: B-


Social:

Education: Trained as a scribe.

Occupation: N/A

Social status: Banished/Outcast

Mannerisms/Habits: Often seems distracted, he casts fleeting glances at the walls and always seems wary of anyone he’s speaking to. He trusts next to no one and it shows. He has a habit of lurking and listening and observing. He’s slow to action most of the time unless directly threatened. He knows he can’t fight well and tries to avoid conflict… not that it works.
He rambles about things like shadows and dreams that no one else seems to quite be able to make sense of and his tendency to speak in circles can make getting information out of him frustrating. He won’t volunteer info and will only answer what he’s asked.

Manner of speaking: Clearly and precisely with a slight unplaceable accent.


Relationships:

Relationship with family:
Father: Distant at best.
Uncles: Disinterested.
Aunt Skye: Polite respect
Aunt Celvice: Polite but wary
Stepfather Zach: Awkward but tries.

Friends/Allies: Zach, Arvel

Rivals/Enemies: Any who betray or seek to harm him.

Sexual preference: Unknown

Marital status: Single


Personal:

Interests: Reading, Learning, Language.

Favourite – Food: Any sort of meat really.
Colour: N/A - Colour-blind
Genre of Book: non-fiction
Genre of Film/TV: N/A
Style of Music: Doesn’t like music much.

Fears: The shadows in the walls, His dreams, That he’s not actually real and mearly a figment like those in his dreams, Betrayal, Being all alone.


Skills:

Known languages: Kevali/Kalvair, Sevai (written), Sataré, English, Latin, Elvish, Infernal/Hellish, Sign language.

Strengths: Linguistics (Jarral can quite quickly translate languages he’s never heard before simply by tracing the roots of the words back. Though it isn’t exact, he can understand most languages with little effort and with a little time and practice he was start to communicate in that tongue), Fast learner, Reading/writing.

Weaknesses: Physically frail and weak. Considered by many to be insane.

Racial abilities: Agile and quick, Good night vision (however is easily dazzled by bright light), Keen hearing, Elemental affinity – Air, Slightly more resilient to temperature change than Humans.
Jarral need only sleep 3 or 4 hours a day and only needs to eat once every few days, gorging himself on whatever is available.
Empath/Seer (One of the few members of the sister races to have this ability, Jarral can not only sense and project emotion and sensation he also has visions in the form of painful fits).

Special abilities (not including racial): Fast healer (though his blood doesn’t clot very effectively, his skin heals too fast for this to ever become much of an issue). Immunity to poison/toxin (anything his body deems as a toxin is rejected… including a lot of drugs). Minor necromancy and blood magic.


Other:

Clothing: Usually dull greys and blacks, Jarral tends to wear ill fitting tattered clothes either gifted to him or borrowed from people.

Diet: Carnivorous

Psychosis: Could be considered Schizophrenic… certainly he’s clinically depressed and unhinged.


History (In brief):

The circumstances surrounding Jarral's conception and birth were not the joyful events you’d hope for. His mother had lost her mate and seeking solace, she turned to the one who had brought her the news for comfort. When morning came she left her lover; she'd gotten what she wanted from him, and he returned to his duties never knowing that he was to be a father.
When Jarral was born, His mother sincerely believed that he would fill the void in her life the death of her mate had brought, but as time went by the child only served to remind her of her infidelity. Unable to cope with the guilt of what she'd done, manipulating someone like that and bringing an unloved child into the world, she headed to the surface to face the sunrise.
Jarral was left in the care of an elderly relative, who was unable to really take care of the sick little boy.
Brought before the Lord's court, Jarral was offered into service. Though only 6 years old, the young boy was quickly put to work as a kitchen hand. It was hard work, especially for a child, but he was fed and clothed and had a place to call home. Quickly however, his abilities became obvious. Caught reading a tome belonging to his Lord one evening he was dragged before the man, who asked him if he had understood the words in the book. Jarral nodded and was asked to read aloud. For one untrained to be able to read, let alone one so young, was simply unheard of. When asked who had taught him, the young boy replied "nobody my lord... I simply knew what the symbols meant." Amazed by this, His Lord appointed Jarral his personal scribe, he would be apprenticed and trained as one over twice his age. The title of Scribe was a great honor, the Scribes were revered and respected people. So, barely 7 years old the young boy began his apprenticeship.
Jarral remained at his Lord's side for many years, a faithful and obedient servant. When his Lord fell ill and begged for his brother to be brought to him, Jarral didn't think twice about finding the outcast and one who could heal his ailing Lord. But, bringing one cast out of their society to the underground city was a crime punishable by death. Despite his Lord's protests little could be done to stop the Elders from issuing their punishment. Instead of death however, Jarral was cast out. Branded with the symbol of the outcast, he was thrown out into the world, alone and terrified.
His Lord, now recovered thanks to the boy, ensured he had a place to stay and Jarral went to live with his Lord's brother Mattias.
The young teen struggled to come to terms with his new environment, the people of this place were so different to home, the sky was so bright, the light hurt his sensitive eyes and he had to quickly learn a whole new language. Learning English was the easy part, as time went by the fits started. Frightened, the boy hid his pain as best he could but it wasn't long before Mattias worked it out. It troubled the man, to see the child in so much pain, he'd watched his own dear brother go through the same thing years before and that troubled him more, for he knew full well the "blessing" of fate was hereditary. Could this child have some relation to his own family?
As the boy got older and his hair began to lighten to red, his features began to resemble that of his caregiver and his caregiver’s brother. This was no mere coincidence, confronting his brother Mattias learned the truth. Jarral was his Lord Webster’s son, something Web had known since he'd first laid eyes upon the boy. He had vowed to ensure the wellbeing of his flesh and blood and he had failed, something Jarral would never be able to forget. Jarral was in shock, unable to forgive his father for lying to him for so many years, for letting him believe himself to be orphaned, he sunk into solitude not wishing to speak to any of his "family". It hurt him to realise the very nature of his conception and now, now he knew why his mother had died. His father had been weak willed and now Jarral was paying the price for his parent’s mistakes. He shouldn't have been born, but here he was, in a strange world surrounded by strange violent people.

Years passed, and Jarral went from caregiver to caregiver, his uncle despite best intentions, no longer able to cope with the distant teenager and had his own children now to worry about. Jarral was taken in by chaos herself and it didn't take long to drive the boy over the edge, twisting and corrupting his mind till he snapped. He was set lose on the world with anger in his heart and vengeance on his mind. One named Boreal believed he could rehabilitate the boy, taking him in and treating him as a son. But Jarral didn't need a father and soon he came to resent his foster parent and the attempts to change him.

Jarral began to take less and less of an interest in people, becoming even more reclusive he started lurking in the darkness and watching the world around him, safe and secure unseen by those who would hurt and betray.
But the darkness watched back and soon the boy found himself haunted by the shadows, Unable to sleep without waking in some strange alternate reality and not wishing to be awake for the whispering calling in the walls and the shadows that slowly covered all.
As his mind fractured, those who had once vowed to protect him; Chaos, his foster father, even his real father abandoned him. Unable to get close, his father simply gave up, chaos didn't care and his foster father had grown sick of playing parent to a damaged and lost teenager. Desperate for protection from something no-one else could see, Jarral turned to the dead one Arvel, who would protect him at all cost, for sit was to be his duty, his purpose.

The dead one and his father's mate were the only ones he could trust, so with them at his side Jarral fled the shadows and the darkness, hoping and praying they would not follow.


Sister races and the Kevali race are © Jen Mayo
Jarral Dekar is © Jen Mayo