withtheexceptionofmyselfofcourseforIamgod.
As a D&D player, you have no idea how much I respect that rule.
Username: Dracknorin
Character Name: Rot
Character Age: Young adult
Character Appearance/Backstory/Personality: (I'm just going to roll it all into one thing)
(In-game)
(A quick sketch of Rot)
At first glance, Rot is hardly distinguishable from a large desert reptile. His kind are descendants of the vultures, and have kept their keen senses.
His large yellow eyes glow slightly in the shade, and his dry, scaly skin is bare, save for a few feathery tufts of greyish plumage. He is shifty, and small. He often stands upon his birdlike hind feet to look around, and scan the air with a keen sense of smell derived from his ancestors. His front arms have two fingers, one is a short grasper like finger with a claw, and the other is a long wing-finger with a long sharp talon.
He perches near a feline, hissing and squawking, harassing the sickly creature. Try as it may, it could neither shake nor discourage him. Many see Rot's species as bad omens, as they seem to bring death along with them. Being stalked by one, is a sure sign that death will soon be at your heels.
Rot is truly a shifty and crafty creature. He is small, and not adapted to hunting for food. He is well equipped to seek out the dead, the dying, and the helpless. He treats scavenging as a way of life. Food is almost his only concern, and he will do anything to fill his stomach. Rot is a good speaker, always willing to make a deal with those that would approach him, and always sure that things will work out in his favor. He is ruthless however. He knows not the concept of mercy, and has no sympathy for the weak. If you are not stronger than him, you are below him, food, and nothing more.
This vicious struggle for survival when he and his five nestmates hatched in an underground nest beneath one of the structures in the hangout.
Immediately, the stronger chicks devoured their weaker siblings. So, with only three left alive, they made their way to the surface. Their mother carefully picked them up and carried them to safety. One sibling was accidently killed by the mother's sharp beak. The two remaining chicks were allowed to live in their mother's territory for only a few weeks before they were chased out, and never met again.
From then on, life had only been a struggle to survive. Rot saw fear in the faces of those that believed him an omen, and has learned to manipulate that fear at times.
