Balathor

Name: Balathor Seiraeiro

Race: Triton

Alignment: True Neutral


Class: Bard

Bardic College: Glamour

Background: The Entangler. A siren born of waves and storm clouds who uses his glamour and charm to control those around him. Unconcerned with the rules of whatever town or city he's found himself in, Balathor is more interested in what the land and it's people can offer him.

Though not evil by nature he sees little use in pleasantries and the "you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" mentality, often utilizing magic to get what he wants. He needs to earn money? Why not charm an entire crowd of people into giving it to him. He is interested in a particular item with a steep price carried by a merchant? A few honeyed words laced with suggestion and he walks away with it scot-free. He needs someplace to crash while the party figures out what adventure they're heading off to next? Let's just persuade one of the locals into giving him free room and board.

There are some lines however that even Balathor will not cross. Those who warm his bed are always there of their own volition, not through any untoward coercion on his part. Children are almost never on the receiving end of his mischief, and for the most part he will not resort to murder unless it is the most expedient means to an end.

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Even in the murky air of this clan, he can feel the pound and tug of the ocean. He can smell saltwater and taste it on his tongue. He bites down and tastes salt and fish, can feel the grit of pebbles and broken shells grind under his teeth. His heart pumps not blood but water, and instead of the shadowed ruins, his dark eyes see the glittering expanse of the ocean.

He closes his eyes and shivers; he feels trapped in this scale covered flesh, dark as the deepest trench. He isn't sure why - there was nothing too special about him, though his longing for the ocean tugs him closer and closer to it and further away from his clan.

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Balathor is a naturally curious male, always sticking his nose into trenches, underwater caves, etc etc. He is also a naturally social individual. He is drawn to large gatherings, eager to bring the limelight onto himself and entertain others with his stories and songs.

Those who see him cannot help but believe the best of him...even when his actions sometimes show otherwise. His honeyed words and the subtle mischief in his smile always, always draws others in and keeps them from noticing his machinations until it is far too late.

Despite the lure the ocean has on him, Balathor stays away from other water dragons, a part of him resisting being lumped into the same social standing they occupy- while another, much larger part of him screams that they were not worthy of his time, of his patience. He´s not quite sure why this happens or why he likes being alone in the deepest trench he can find after a performance.

Deep inside of him, he can feel it - the quiet thrum of ancient power, nestled out of sight of others that might be able to feel it.

The same question often goes through his mind - who am I?

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Long ago, a great Ocean God defeated and locked away a giant sea serpent. His skin the color of the creatures of the deep, eyes shining with the secrets he´d seen, the God was very clever and very cunning, and knew that to keep the beast locked away, someone would have to sacrifice themselves. And so the God shed his mortal flesh and bone, and sealed the chest in which the beast´s heart lay.

Thousands of years later, on a storm wrecked ship, the cries of a hatchling with skin the color of the deep were heard, and far below, a chest hummed and a beast waited.

The God had been born again. And the beast wanted out.

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