Desna Tonrar, Champion of Wraprax

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This character was created for my own roleplay: Breath of Fire: Giantslayer | RpNation.com - Best Roleplay Forum


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• At A Glance
• Deeper Info
• Deeper Info
• Background
• Dragon

• Name:Desna Tonrar, Champion of Wraprax
  
  
  Age: 26
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Height/Weight: 5'8 // 135lbs
  
  
  Dragon Tell: Enlarged canines & elongated forked tongue
  
  
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  Creamy complexion, well muscled from strenuous exercise, long limbed, flexible, short and tidy black hair, indigo eyes.
  
  
  Combat style: Desna is a master of Kirima, the sacred martial art of the Mothsong Monks. It's a combat discipline that emphasises defensive & intercepting strikes until the opponent has been properly broken down. It's a slower, more methodical fighting style, but patience has more than one benefit to the martial artist. First, its calculated strikes always serve to protect the attacker against counter strikes. And second, its cat and mouse nature often baits aggressive opponents into launching into a wild offensive—which is exactly what the Kirima master wants.
  
  
  Kirima instructors require their warriors to train in total darkness. Light is a luxury in the underworld, and one must be prepared to protect themselves without its support.
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  Hometown: Qatqain is an undertown settled by the former tribes of Inuka. On the surface they were an arctic people, thriving despite their environment of snow and biting wind. They fished for salmon, hunted seals, and stored grain to make it through the winter. Of course the underworld that the Inukans eventually fled to was a far cry from that way of life.
  
  
  The cavern they bunkered down in was wallpapered with fossils. Skeletons of mammoths, sabertooth cats, giant elk, and winter wolves were buried all around them. When the Inukans finally realized that they would never return to the sky-topped world, they smartly began to mine the bones as a resource. With fire and oil the fossils could be tempered into a durable material for tools. As a result, fossil crafted goods have become the signature export of Qatqain.
  
  
  After a hundred years of coping with life below the sun a monastic order was birthed: The Order of the Mothsong. It quickly grew to a culture shaping organization, and it continues to be one of the undertown's most influential factions.
  
  
  Occupation: Mothsong Monk — Desna is a member of a monastic order that was founded to promote harmony between humans and their new underworld home. The monks are financed by the charitable donations of the townsfolk. And most of the locals are happy to give offerings to an organization that educates their children, brings food to the hungry, and defends them from invaders.
  
  
  The order's central tenet is that mankind belongs in the underworld. This belief is usually dismissed by outsiders, because it's perceived as having surrendered to the giantkin. Desna, being a monk and a dragon champion, is a living contradiction of ideology.
  
  
  Skills: Martial arts, literacy, arithmetic, Qatqain history, tunnel navigation, cave gardening
  
  
  Weaknesses and/or Disadvantages: Conflicting ideology between her monastic order and her responsibilities as a dragon champion, insecure of her dragon tell, needs to meditate for an hour each day or feels out of harmony with the world, moderate fear of daylight
  
  
  Personality: Strong sense of duty to humanity, pious, minimalistic, competitive, tenacious, confused on where her loyalties should be
  
  
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  Family
  
  
  She could never hold onto happiness as a child. It wasn't that the early days of Desna's life were terrible, far from it: she always had all the comfort a hard working family could provide. Her mother, Aga, along with feeding and watching over her two daughters, was a medicine woman. She spent most of her days brewing and mixing healing elixirs. She was very talented and her medicines were highly sought after.
  
  
  Aga was smart, fair, and independent, but she wasn't a nurturing mother. She was preoccupied with her trade and housework all too often. Today Desna and Aga have a respectful but reserved relationship.
  
  
  Desna's father Imnek was a digger. The undertown's surrounding fossils were plentiful, and hundreds of folk shoveled and brushed free cartfuls of the dusty bones each day. It was hard, messy work, and it eventually took Imnek's life. The dust—after years of exposure—clung to his lungs and stole his breath.
  
  
  He passed away when Desna was only ten. As much as it hurt to watch her father turn horribly ill, she was never willing to let him go. He was her best friend; she needed more time together. Her father's early death will always haunt her.
  
  
  There was never a point where Desna felt close to her sibling. Cheyna, being six years older and self-centered, made it very clear that she couldn't be bothered by her kid sister. She was an insecure girl—not just with her social status, but also with her position within the family. If Desna was ever praised by a parent, Cheyna would bring up one of her sister's shortcomings. Unfortunately she never outgrew her toxic attention seeking behavior. Desna doubts if her sister ever loved her.
  
  
  Mothsong
  
  
  Like most of the children in Qatqain Desna was educated by the Mothsong Monks. Four mornings a week the monks would stroll through the town to gather the local boys and girls. Once every child was collected they would lead their young pupils to school. There the children were taught to read, write, and perform arithmetic. The monks also lectured about the nature of their subterranean environment, and they passed down the oral history of their people. It was a quality education with very little cost.
  
  
  Students finished their schooling at the age of thirteen. Most graduates took an apprenticeship in one of their parents' trades, but a few—should they express interest and possess enough merit—were invited to continue their studies at the temple. These older students, called sura, were groomed to be the next crop of Mothsong Monks. Desna was one of the few.
  
  
  Many at the order were eager to work with the aspiring young girl. She was inquisitive, helpful, athletically blessed, and bulldogish against challenges. Desna, in turn, was very attracted to the Order of the Mothsong. The monks had proven to be gentle teachers, humble community servants, and fearless town defenders. But most of all the brothers and sisters of the order treated one another as family. And Desna longed for a healthy family.
  
  
  She was a sura for seven years. In order to to become a full-fledged monk one needed to train the body, mind, and spirit. Desna mastered Kirima, the sacred martial art of the order, to prepare her body. She educated new students and debated moral philosophy with senior monks to sharpen her mind. And she meditated for an hour a day to keep her spirit in harmony with the underworld. At the end of those seven years the order proudly accepted another monk into their ranks.
  
  
  Allure of the Dragon
  
  
  The tomb had been open three years before Desna ever stepped foot inside it. Nearly everyone in Qatqain had visited the site long before her; she couldn't justify why she continued to put it off. But she had stood at its entrance, many times, and gazed into the ancient grave with wonder and fear.
  
  
  One night, a year ago, Desna struggled to fall asleep. And as she lied there, miserable, she promised herself that she would enter the monstrous crypt. After the promise was spoken she drifted off into a peaceful rest. The next day, true to her word, Desna walked into the tomb of the venerable wyrm Wraprax.
  
  
  She was awe-struck by the size of the sarcophagus. She was captivated by the draconic runes that were carved along it. And her skin tingled from the cool crypt air. Desna could feel another presence in the tomb, an ancient, powerful, presence. Despite the chill in the air she began to sweat.
  
  
  Then the ever vigil Cha'sid swooped down. It hummed, blinked, and eventually spoke in an alien voice that echoed from every corner of the tomb. It announced to Desna—that after three years of waiting for a worthy candidate—the legendary spirit that was the Cha'sid's master had finally found its champion. And Desna Tonrar was that champion.
  
  
  So she was given a surreal offer. If she accepted then she would become a heroic force tasked with the duty of cleansing the surface of the wicked giantkin. But if she refused she would return to her satisfying life as a Mothsong Monk.
  
  
  It was the hardest decision of her life. Desna had more reasons to refuse than to accept, but not better reasons. It ultimately came down to where she believed she could do the most good. Humanity needed a new champion, and Desna would not turn her back on them.
  
  
  
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  Name: Wraprax
  
  
  Personality: Bestial, longs to hunt, lusts for battle against a worthy foe, thinks of himself as a steward of the world—especially its coastlines, considered a firebrand by his own kind