Arconnian NoonLight[Approved] - DS

by **Arconnian NoonLight** Wed Jul 02, 2008 3:03 pm

Name: Arconnian NoonLight
Gender: Male
Occupation: Scribe( Book Collector )
Age: 1012 ( looks mid-late 20s )
Class: Aasinar
Alignment: Good.
Looks: Seven feet tall. Dark brown hair with antlers sticking down ward, reach a little lower than
his shoulder blades ( in contrast to a normal deer that’s antlers stick up). He wears a leather cape
ontop of his armor, so that only his head can be seen. He has small hooves that reach from his
wrist to about his knuckle area, covering his normal hand, in which only his finger stick out. He
has star green eyes that have dimmed over the years.
Personality: Quiet, yet has a habit of bursting out at times. He welcomes input, but is harsh in his
criticism . He does not believe he is above others, but believes that he always has things that
others need to learn from. Though he makes friends easily, he is weary and does not necessarily
act differently to new people in his mannerisms.
Skills:
-Blessing: Food touched by aasimar becomes blessed , giving it properties of healing. This is not
fast healing, but can someone on a diet of this can heal from injuries in a week or two that would
normally take a month and a half.

.-Deer's sanctuary: ( Usable by Half Deer ) - An ability used when an aasinar meditates. The user
can choose to create a small pocket demension that can lead them back to where they call home
or can close and re open in the same spot. Usable infinantly but takes a few minutes of meditation
to activate.

-Strike of Ram ( Usable by Half Rams ) - A charging attack usable once per encounter. The strike
is normal in power, but is faster than usual and the range of the attack is as if the Aasinar was a giant.
Melee Weapon: A large circular battleaxe, with its blade on one side, and steel ram head
extending from the other side. Either side can act as a weapon, dealing slash like and bash like
damage. This is called the RamSon.
Melee Ranged: A tomahawk similar in looks and use to the RamSon. He carries five of these
hooked to a chain from his belt for quick drawing.
Shield: A Steel round shield measuring 4 and a half feet round. It has a large stag head emblem on
it.
Armor: Steel Plate armor covering the chest, back, neck, shoulder and forearm, and loins. He
wears leather armor below this that covers the legs, chest, and forearm.

Background: An Aasinar that grew up in the mountains as a shepard. He often loved to read. His
parents had been some of the first Aasinar to travel to the mortal realm. At puberty he began to
grow antlers and hooves, at which time he packed up and left home. He found a monastary and
began working there amongst the monks. Never seeing the light of day. One day a fairly new
monk had joined the monastary, not much older than 18. At the sight of Arconnian he was
frightened, but he just smiled and when on his day. A few days later he was called to travel out of
the monastary for the first time in years to go and bless a well along with the newer monk from
days before. When they arrived, the well was miles away from civilization, and while Arconnian
was looking about confused, the monk came from behind him and pushed him in, thinking and
leaving him for dead. For years he stayed in that well, having knocked out a piece of the wall
which connected the well to a drain off of a river, no where near big enough for him , but let him
catch drifting fish. He was able to live like this for years because of his inherited powers. One day
sadly, there was an earthquake, and the well collapsed on him. A rock hit him and knocked him
out. When he woke up , he found himself on the bank of a river. He was happy that after so many
years, he would finally be able to return to the monastary, but when he arrived, it was in rubble.
He caught a passing man on a road an hour our two later, the man told him the year, but
Arconnian was confused... “ The age of wha?...:” he said.. Still confused he convinced the man to
spare some clothing. He then traveled to the town, hiding his antlers and hands. He found the hall
of records and discovered that the monastary was of legend already... when asking a local scholar,
he informed him that the monastary had to have been gone for nearly gone for nearly 900 years.

In a daze, he found his way back to his birthplace, finding nothing there... since then... he has been
searching for anysign that his kind is still alive.