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[b]Name:[/b] Genrit’khaath (Genrit)

[b]Race:[/b] Dragon

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 422, but is only physically the age of 122 (Will explain)

[b]Birthday:[/b] 37th day of Saffra 122ML

[b]Birthplace:[/b] Pyresia.

[b]Resides in:[/b] A cave somewhere between the Valley of Screamers and Pyresia

[b]Occupation:[/b] Dragon

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Genrit’khaath is nothing short of magnificent to look at. His smooth white scales coupled with angled spines make him look more like a god than your common dragon (that's what he thinks anyway). His own narcissism aside, Genrit is a prime example of the size and majesty of his species. He is 128’ long and has four wings with a span of 105’. He wears no trinkets or amulets of any sort, lest they get in the way of his natural brilliance. Every inch of his body is pale white, even his eyes, tongue, and the inside of his mouth are a solid white.

[b]Personality:[/b]
Disapproves greatly of the existence of sub species of dragons and half dragons. He also disapproves of dragons that willingly change into humanoid forms. Is incredibly proud to be a dragon, holds his race highly above others. He views himself as a perfect specimen and speaks highly of himself. Susceptible to challenges of his abilities.

[b]History:[/b]
Born on the 37th day of Saffra 122ML to two dragon parents, Genrit’khaath was raised for 16 years before his parents both deemed him old enough to survive on his own, parting ways. The older Genrit’khaath became, his appearance became more regal and brilliant, his hubris growing at an equal rate. He has had minimal interaction with races other than dragons outside of observing them from afar while hunting or raiding certain locations for precious metals. He has spent most of his life keeping to himself, grooming his own ego as the years went by.

However, nearing the death of magic Genrit began having to be more territorial of his patch of wilderness. Not only were more dragons passing by, but some were starting to settle into nearby areas. Genrit spent the next few years defending his territory, chasing off or killing any trespassers. He lost a lot of his composure during this time, becoming more feral as opposed to his usual pompous state.

In the time that all of magic drained from the world, Genrit was attacked inside his home by a frost dragon. It caught him off guard and froze him in a huge block of magic ice. He would have been able to melt himself free, but he lacked the capability to summon enough magical flame. By the time the magic left the ice surrounding him it was too late, he was already frozen solid, preserved and trapped in that moment in time. Even after hundreds of years, Genrit remained trapped in ice, his possessions long since looted, waiting to be set free.

As magic finally starts to return to the world, Genrit'khaath's home was finally happened upon by another being. A half dragon by the name of Drachiathoryx. In her exploration she stumbled across his magnificence, trapped in a wall of ice. She opted to free him, using her fire magic to bring rocks down from the cieling and shatter the ice. Finally free, he has been faced with a world that has progressed from how he remembers it. In his own prejudice and fear of the situation, he harshly sent Drachiathoryx away, though acknowledges that he owes her a favor further down the line for saving his life.

Alone and with no direction, Genrit must now figure out just what he's going to do with his freedom.

[b]Skills:[/b]
Racial Bonus: +30 in Intimidation
Wilderness Survival: 21
Hunting: 19
Intimidation: 10 +30
Aerobatics: 28
Unarmed Combat: 38
Bodybuilding: 5
Observation: 8
Storytelling: 1
Socialization: 2
Negotiation: 2
Land Navigation: 3
Endurance: 5

90 Points + 30 Racial Bonus + 52 Story Rewards

[b]Magic:[/b]
Illusion: +20

[b]Special Abilities:[/b]
Breath Weapon: Fire
Immunity to Breath Weapon element type
Darkvision
Declined shape-shifting ability, +20 skill points in a magic type of their choice.
Flight

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[b]Knowledge:[/b]

Drachiathoryx: Half-Breed
Drachiathoryx: Sired by Sgarsiathoryx the Red
Favor Owed: Drachiathoryx
The Death of Magic: Three Centuries Ago
Pyresia: A City of Dragons and Dwarves
Magic has recently returned
Thought: I was frozen for over 300 years
Pyresia: Northwest of my Cave
Knowledge: Other dragons have claimed my territory
Knowledge: Using breath weapon indirectly to cause forest fire
Knowledge: The breath weapon of acid dragons smells sickly-sweet
Knowledge: The green female has a hoard somewhere in my territory
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[b]Other:[/b]
Injury: Fractured right tibia/fibia due to fall. Will heal with no permanent damage if treated by a Journeyman+ healer in seven days. Will heal with permanent limp if treated by self within 7 days. Will become unusable if left untreated OR if Genrit fights or hunts anything larger than a normal deer in the next 7 days.

Injury: Large acid burn to right face and neck. Will heal with no permanent damage if treate by Journeyman+ healer in the next 7 days. Will heal with permanent skin scarring and visual (bot not functional) deformity to scales if treated by self in the next 7 days. Will heal with permanent scarring to skin, muscle, and scale growth if not treated.

[b]Possessions:[/b]
Quantity | Item | Acquired | Value
1 | Severed Head of a Green Female Dragon | 22nd day of Vermillio, 300 DM | Sentimental

[b]Ledger:[/b]
Cost | Item | Subtotal
Nothing

Story List:
Date | URL | Characters involved
Vermillion 21, 300DM - Dragon, On the Rocks - Genrit’khaath and Drache