Basic Information: Full Name: Duzhu Keel-yaotl Age: 55 Gender: Male Race: Keel-Allar Preferred Weapon: Stave Skill Information Total Points: 60 15 Stave Combat 20 Medical Sciences 20 Natura Care Sciences 15 Culinary Arts (Hobby Points) Body Shape 15 Body Stat Toned Low Body Fat Languages Zasta (Learned through Childhood) Common (Learned through Childhood) Special Traits/Spells/Mutations Racials Visual Information Eye Color: Yellow Hair Color: N/A Hair Style: N/A Skin Color: Dark Green/Black Clothing: Light traveler wear with a red knapsack on his back, and some large boots. Height: 4'3 Personality and Abilities The Core List Choose your Character Alignment True Neutral Choose your Character Personality Type Logician Choose your Character's Religion Dragon Ritualism, 10/10 Life Story Duzhu was born right off the coast of Hadria, similar to that of Ruzhu. However, he ended up taking a different path. He was adopted alongside Ruzhu and Muzhu, though he found himself straying away from them. It was clear he had other things in mind, deviating from the role he was born into, and adventuring to find his own purpose in life. He moved his way out of there, going to invest in his own field. He took up a wooden stave at the time to protect his crops, and work as a farm hand. He always found himself intrigued when it came to farming, and thus lived his own happy and contented life living off his own crops. Everything he managed to learn about it was firsthand, with some other sources coming from those who passed by, and even those who taught of the dragons. Of course, he related to the Garaz the most, almost always holding him in his heart with each coming day. He did his best to find ways to put certain plants of sorts towards medicines, though alchemy was a bit more difficult for him. But most of the ingredients he needed would be easy to grow, and were mainly a last case scenario. He didn't want to waste his crops, so finding out new ones and what would be useful for others. It worked out for quite a while also. Using his ability to regenerate allowed him to test the strength of his various healing alchemy, though the process of making it was often so difficult, he just stopped doing it after a while, mainly keeping himself busy with his plants and watching with joy every passing day to see them grow. There were a few cielothars around the place he lives who often came to buy products. A small family of sorts, but came and visited frequently as he lived off the land. Whatever he was growing, such as such minimal foods or just his pretty flower garden that he had out by the front. It was enough for him to live off of, so he was happy about it. Then his entire small farmland was attacked, ravaged of any foods and other crops he was growing. The dirt was tarnished, unable to be used again and he had to kill two in order for him to stay alive. Mentally destroyed by his loss, he had to take what he could manage, which was his very few regals and some seeds that he was able to salvage, and used most of the money to move to Regalia, where he heard from his brothers last. It was all he could do left, in hopes to have a brighter future.