Zu-Atso

Biographical information

Birthplace Shar Xari, Ixcel Wilds Born Died Age fourty four (44) Home Shar Xari, Ixcel Wilds. Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Kroxan, a beastly race of crocodilian lizardmen, their forms large and heavy. Sub-Race Gender Male. Height 12'6 ft. Mass 2000 lbs, cause hes fat boi. Hair color Eye color yellow. Skin color pale scales on the underside, grey on the overside.

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Warrior and Adventurer, on a self declared crusade against the enemies and threats to his people and all he calls ally and friend. Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Hans Created on 03/06/2022 Avatar (I do have the source of the image, that being https://hammk.deviantart.com/art/concept-708255835 , Issue is that the page has been deleted, So I am unsure what more I can do.)

Zu-Atso is an old warrior of his tribe, a Scar-born son of many fights and battles. Champion of the Mourning Sun, he has left his home on a pre-emptive crusade, to secure the lands around the tribes, to secure the alliance, to secure a home for as long as he breathes.

A towering figure, and an excellent example of the Kroxans, Zu-Atso stands twelve feet tall, 12'6 feet to be precise, and each inch of that height is visible in muscle and hide. Pale scales dot his chest, stomach and underside of his limbs and tail, while thick grey ones cover the rest, his back and tail in particular covered in rows thick and dark, scaly spikes rising like the peaks of mountains between the rows. His face is a true beastial visage, a crocodilian maw filled with teeth, and yellow reptilian eyes staring forth. Four scars run over the right side of his maw, many more such scars littering his arms and back. Many remnants of broken blades, spear tips and arrows are still imbedded in the thick scales on his back, each a remnant of a fight.

Yet atop this beastly form, there is something akin to armour. Metal who's origins lie within the blightlands, scavenged from battles plenty, and goldened by the bounty of miners at home. Plates of these goldened metals cover his upper arms and shoulders. Atop his head, sits the skull of a great beast, turned a helm and a trophy.

Born in a dangerous time, Zu-Atso learnt battle from a young age. Be it from fighting his brothers, hatched next to one another, or from the Scar-born warriors, retired and not. Martial prowess was ingrained into him from a young age, his talents in unarmed combat excellent, as were his talents with the weapon of his people, the sun axe. His skills beyond that are limited to hunting, and tactics, and basic field healing, which his kind requires little of. He is no artist, he is no theologian, nor great thinker, but he is a warrior and a hunter, and that is all he needs to be for his people.

A coldblood, it is the heat of the environment and of the sun that moves him, and should said heat disappear or fall, he will turn sluggish and slow, before falling into hibernation.

A Kroxan, his body is that of the apex ambush predator, muscled and swift when needed, and capable of pushing to spurts of immense speed, especially in water.

Yet, there is one item in his possession that provides more then mere martial prowess. The sun gem, a provider of warm and of light, useful for expeditions into the blightlands, and a show of status as champion of the Mourning Sun. Beyond its embrace of warmth and shine, it is also burning hot, keeping the blade of his sun axe forever heated.

A cold blooded and cold minded soul, Zu-Atso is a calm mind to the outsider. His movements considered, his voice audible and his stance never breaking, but in the heat of battle, and in the most private of moments, the hearts beat under the scales. He knows the curses and the gifts of his body, he knows what it can inflict, and he knows he must consider every step, every move, every word, lest he do something deeply regrettable. Yet, in the heat of battle that is forgiven and forgotten, his maw rending flesh and crushing bone, his axe running rivers of red into the earth. There, he can let his hearts beat, there, he doesn't need to worry about every step and every move and every word, there, he can let hatred and fears erupt. But, Under the stars and under the sun, in solace and among friends, he speaks of hopes and of dreams, of tears hes unable to shed, and of fears even battle cannot bury.