Name: Ambrose Du-liac
Age: 32 (racially 21)
Rank: Northern Prince (honorific, it means "adventurer hero with some political skill." females are pricesses)
Nationality: Bleak North
Sexuality and preference: Bisexual, far northern lands are cold and harsh, and life short, one takes respite in another's arms where you can find it, gender does not enter into the equasion. he was actually raised by a pair of princes himself. after coming south to the kingdoms he is beginning to understand the beauty of women.
Specialist Art/talent: Monster hunting, master of archery, decent swordsmanship, has an electric sword known as Blitzhold to make up for lack of skill. incredible agility, resistance to cold, can sing well.
Personality: somewhat joval but lacking social skills that one would develop in large cities, he grew up protecting human Rhymelanders from giants, slaying trolls, raiding half iced over cathedrials of the old kingdom for trade goods and magical weapons. Not learning his ABC's and playing with other children. He is a daredevil and doesn't recognize the cultural taboos of Averonia untill after he crosses them.
Appearance (With picture prefered, not essential): his fathers, human family wise they would be his Father and Uncle (warning for you sensitive types suggestive m/m pic, is it just me or all the good furry deer artists are gay?)http://d.facdn.net/art/zsisron/1301850190.zsisron_deerme.jpg
Don't worry they were eaten by a Giant five years ago.
blonde hair, blue eyes, brown and white furr, he us usually clothed in blue hood, leather armor with a number of poltrouces and charms hanging from the neck of his blue fur coak, with a side sachel full of various things.
History: Ambrose Du-liac comes from the Bleak North if one looks down and north from the lands of the dragonkin they would see a vast expanse of open tundra broken in places by forests, rivers and mountians. these are the Bleak North, a land of glacers, short life, and frozen monsters. Ambrose comes from the banks of the River Ryme, a glacial river where the water flows off of dragonkin lands like a waterfall, freezes part way on the way down, and shattters releasing it's water forming a river that flows north into the mountians and freezes. it is a land of harsh beauty and abundant resources, life sadly is not one of them. Ambrose arrived in the Lands of Averonia out of curiosity, after securing his own ancesteral lands following the Rhyme to it's source he climbed the icey Rhyme waterfall by hunting a feral dragon, blinding it, leashing it, and flying it up to Averonia.
He has been answering questions by Averonian scholars eager to learn of the world below, let alone the dangerious Rhymelands and Bleak North, he's begun learning to read and write, hoping one day to take these things back to the Rhymelands.
Living on the world below Ambrose knows of the Freak Legion, even if he doesn't have persional experience, in his grandmother's time they even marched north and died in large numbers crushed by giants, cursed by witches, eaten by trolls, perferated by arrows, starved and frozen in the snow and ice.
Ons: sex is fun, and romantic, anything along those lines.
Offs: anything painful, humilating, or enslaving.