<div class="floatright">(https://solutionhole.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/character-drass.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong>Norixius Bharash (Norixius is his clan's name, so goes by Bharash)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong>Dragonborn<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong>20<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong>None<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong>Golden<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong>Red scales<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong>6'2"<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong>275<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span></strong>Male<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference:</span></strong>Bi-Sexual<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong>Warlock<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong>A piece of an eggshell suspended in a pendant<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong>Self-confident without being arrogant about it much of the time, though he does hold that Dragonborn are at least near the top of the list of the best if not at the very top of any sort of category.  Bharash seeks knowledge, both for its own sake and specifically for his driving goal, and is willing to trade for books or access to libraries as often as he is to accept coin for services rendered.  With strangers he is reserved almost to the point of being anti-social until he has had an opportunity to gauge what their personalities are like.  To those who earn his friendship he is fiercely loyal, though he expects those around him to be able to carry their own weight as well rather than relying too much on their companions.  Self-sufficiency is a trait to be pursued regardless of class or race in his mind.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong><br/>Born as one of five clutchlings in a small village, there was little that would hint that anything out of the ordinary awaited Bharash.  The village was for the most part self-reliant, supplementing what they couldn't grow of make on their own through seasonal trade runs with other Dragonborn nests along the river and generally ignoring the rest of the world and being ignored in return.  Not the most exciting of lives, but the citizens there liked it that way.<br/><br/>The summer of his eighteenth year, that tranquility was shattered.  It started with a few simple coughs as workers unloaded the trade cogs.  A sudden fever, weakness and then death came to claim them.  One, then a couple more, then a handful, and before long it was clear that some sort of plague was running through the nest.  Word was sent up and down the river to seek the help of healers, but the plague was just as relentless there as well.  Everyone was suffering from the same disease but no one knew where it came from or how to treat it.<br/><br/>The only true cleric in the area was among the first to perish in a neighboring nest, leaving herbalists to try and do what they could to hold back the tide.  But their efforts were spent mostly in trying to make the final hours of the victims as comfortable as possible.  Bharash went to a hill overlooking the nest to consider whether to stay or leave the only home that he knew, as thus far his family had escaped the disease.  While there he heard a voice calling his name along the wind.  Looking around and finding no one else around, he was ready to think he imagined the whole thing before hearing it again.   Without considering what he was about to do, he started to follow the sound of the voice away from the nest and towards the deep forest.<br/><br/>Following the dis-bodied voice deeper and deeper into the thick forest, Bharash eventually came across an abandoned building in the process of being reclaimed by nature.  Descending into the depths of the structure, he finds the library still intact and housing hundreds of ancient tomes and scrolls.  Realizing that he had been lead here for a purpose, he began to read through all the material that he could.  Those he couldn't he pushed to the side with the intention of trying to decipher them later.   He would read until he was exhausted, hunting and foraging when his hunger got too great to ignore, and each night his dreams were filled with voices with no bodies or faces, promising him more secrets and more answers each night, until he finally was unable to remember why he had been resisting in the first place.<br/><br/>When he came back outside, a year had passed.  Rushing back to his nest he found it abandoned entirely.  Running to his old home, he found that things looked like they had been packed up for travel, and a new clutch had been born as he found the cracked shells of their eggs in the hatchery.  But there was no sign of where they went or how many had set out for the journey.   And so now he travels as well, looking for the dual answers of what the plague was that wiped out his people, and what was the fate of his family.   To solve either of those questions, he was willing to pay any price for the answer.  After all, he had already done so once.