Character Information
Towering at 6'7", this striking figure possesses a tall, lean frame built for agility rather than bulk. His deep red skin contrasts sharply with the dark crimson scales that run along his arms, legs, shoulders, and across parts of his chest and back. Digitigrade legs give his movements a naturally predatory grace, while clawed hands and feet hint at his lethal potential. His remaining golden eye burns with intensity, set against the harsh reminder of past suffering—a massive burn scar consuming half his face. Atop his head, the remnants of once-proud dark red horns remain, sawed off at the base, leaving behind jagged stumps.
Skill Information
Varian Silverbrook was born into a world that already saw him as a relic of betrayal. A Suvial by blood, like his father, yet marked by the legacy of the Aerun Dragonkin, his very existence made him a target. The Allorn Elves whispered his name like a curse, viewing his kind as remnants of a forgotten defiance—traitors to an empire that had long since decided their fate. His crimson scales and golden eyes were the proof of a lineage that had been hunted for generations, an inheritance more dangerous than any weapon.
From an early age, Varian knew loss. His mother, a fierce yet compassionate woman, was the anchor that held their fractured family together. She taught him to embrace his nature rather than fear it, whispering stories of the Marigold Civilization Dragons and the forgotten strength of their kind. But peace is fleeting. One night, their home was consumed by flames—not the comforting glow of hearth and candlelight, but the raging inferno of vengeance. Whether it was Elven purists seeking to erase another stain from their world or a cruel twist of fate, the fire stole her from him.
In the aftermath, Varian and his older brother, Malrik, were left alone. Once, Malrik had been strong, a guiding force in Varian's life, but grief is an unrelenting beast. Slowly, Malrik unraveled, his mind twisting under the weight of their shared suffering. He spoke of whispers in the dark, of fire licking at his thoughts, of a destiny that neither of them could escape.
At first, Varian believed he could save him.
Then, he saw the madness quickly growing in his brother's golden eyes.
The night Malrik turned on him, there was no warning, only the flash of scales and the searing agony of fire as his brother's claws carved through his face. Varian barely escaped, leaving behind the only family he had left, knowing that the brother he loved was gone.
Combat Proficiencies and Abilities
Attack Stat: Dexterity
Defense Stat: Constitution
[15/15 points spent]
Proficiency Points:
- Full Name: Varian Silverbrook
- Heritage / Culture: Dragonkin, Aerun Dragonfall
- Age: 190
- Gender / Pronouns: He/Him
- Religion:
- Occult:
- Character Occupation: Traveler, Thief
Towering at 6'7", this striking figure possesses a tall, lean frame built for agility rather than bulk. His deep red skin contrasts sharply with the dark crimson scales that run along his arms, legs, shoulders, and across parts of his chest and back. Digitigrade legs give his movements a naturally predatory grace, while clawed hands and feet hint at his lethal potential. His remaining golden eye burns with intensity, set against the harsh reminder of past suffering—a massive burn scar consuming half his face. Atop his head, the remnants of once-proud dark red horns remain, sawed off at the base, leaving behind jagged stumps.
Skill Information
- Hobbies and Talents: Thievery, botany, playing violin
- Mechanics:
- Languages: Common, Agasi
Varian Silverbrook was born into a world that already saw him as a relic of betrayal. A Suvial by blood, like his father, yet marked by the legacy of the Aerun Dragonkin, his very existence made him a target. The Allorn Elves whispered his name like a curse, viewing his kind as remnants of a forgotten defiance—traitors to an empire that had long since decided their fate. His crimson scales and golden eyes were the proof of a lineage that had been hunted for generations, an inheritance more dangerous than any weapon.
From an early age, Varian knew loss. His mother, a fierce yet compassionate woman, was the anchor that held their fractured family together. She taught him to embrace his nature rather than fear it, whispering stories of the Marigold Civilization Dragons and the forgotten strength of their kind. But peace is fleeting. One night, their home was consumed by flames—not the comforting glow of hearth and candlelight, but the raging inferno of vengeance. Whether it was Elven purists seeking to erase another stain from their world or a cruel twist of fate, the fire stole her from him.
In the aftermath, Varian and his older brother, Malrik, were left alone. Once, Malrik had been strong, a guiding force in Varian's life, but grief is an unrelenting beast. Slowly, Malrik unraveled, his mind twisting under the weight of their shared suffering. He spoke of whispers in the dark, of fire licking at his thoughts, of a destiny that neither of them could escape.
At first, Varian believed he could save him.
Then, he saw the madness quickly growing in his brother's golden eyes.
The night Malrik turned on him, there was no warning, only the flash of scales and the searing agony of fire as his brother's claws carved through his face. Varian barely escaped, leaving behind the only family he had left, knowing that the brother he loved was gone.
Combat Proficiencies and Abilities
Attack Stat: Dexterity
Defense Stat: Constitution
[15/15 points spent]
Proficiency Points:
- Strength: 5
- Diving Tackle
- Breakthrough
- Heavy Throw
- Stampede
- Technique Parry
- Constitution: 4
- Interception
- Fortitude
- Breather
- Iron Will
- Intelligence: 0
- Wisdom: 0
- Dexterity: 6
- Cutthroat Stance
- Cutthroat Bleed
- Cutthroat Flash
- Cutthroat Escape
- Dirty Fighter
- Escape Artist
- Faith: 0
- Magic: 0
- Charisma: 0
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