I am Primis. It means I'm the firstborn of my family, and the last as I am the only child. I am at the age of 1.1 or 16 according to the age of man.
My parents were both Draconian, and in turn I was born a Draconian. They fled from their kingdom and my father did not return back to the war until I was conceived.
I stand 6 feet tall with a lean body. I have black hair with big dark brown eyes. My tan skin and a gentle and innocent appearance makes the humans view me as less of a threat than other Draconians may have. My self-deprecating humour does help too as my eccentricities are entirely benign.
I am known as the Sorcerer because of my innate gift for magic and I see myself as one who follows the arcane art as I aim to be the best sorcerer in this world. I am of course a mere beginner in the art of sorceries, and I intend to dedicate my time in the study of arcane, practising and channelling my inner magical power from within my bloodline, in order to become the next Ruler of Kings. I will find my father, dead or alive. Rebuild my kingdom, conquer and unite the land, in order to bring everlasting peace amongst all races. Thus, I now start this path towards this ambition.
A Sentimental Value: Flail
Last look at home sweet home, I must leave these all behind along with all those good memories… and the bad. At least I have my family heirloom with me, it's what my father would recognise me by, the engraved family crest on the handle of the flail is clearly visible. The family crest is an engraving of a dragon breathing toward the top of the handle, and the flail is seen as the breath weapon the dragon spits out. Anyone who will recognize the crest on it will help in my quest to find my father, or find out what happened to him.
My mother only ever talked about the flail once or twice that I can recall. However, it is a memorable story as it is passed down to me by my father, whom his father passed it down to him, and his grandfather before him, and then his great grandfather bought it from a merchant that claims this flail to be magical. He was of course swindled and overpaid for this flail. So he kept it for a reminder. It is sturdy and well made so I guess that's a plus and it's still in great condition despite its age.
It was around afternoon when I entered town and noticed that someone was following me. I didn't give it much thought, as I am new in town and people are allowed to be curious, besides I have nothing to hide, I couldn't be a target for thieves, I'm probably poorer than them bastards. Nevertheless, I should ensure my own safety and decided to flourish my family's flail in my holster, so anyone that is thinking of any funny business will be deterred and think otherwise of their choices with me.
Well, for Miles it did the opposite. He saw my flail and immediately shifted out of his stealthy stalking mode and approached me. He's not even trying to hide that he's following me at this point. I'm in the middle of a busy road, I'm confident I can take him on… No, I'm confident I can run away? I don't think I could, he is much stronger and athletic than me, I am more handsome than him, but that doesn't help in a situation of robbery. Anywho for some reason I was having a false sense of courage to take him on if he were to suddenly attack me, but luckily he didn't. As he charged toward me and then he suddenly stopped and politely asked, I still remember the first sentence he spoke to me. "Are you Primis, son of Draco?"
He introduced himself to me saying he was sent by my father to assist me a few years ago, but only found me now. He doesn't have the latest news on my father's whereabouts, but he knows my father couldn't return to mother and me, he left his post once for his family, and now for his people he can't leave.
Miles is a tall, sturdy man, surely a result of training as a soldier. He still wore a full set of armour despite being in town which didn't help him trying to be subtle in his search for me. His stature sure is intimidating, I still can't get it off my head the first time I met him when he was running towards me, but it sure does seem like he was charging towards me to take me down at the time.
Upon explaining the situation, he apologised immediately, he may seem rough on the outside, but he is strangely polite for a person that seems like he could take on a bear in a hand to hand combat, and win. He said there's not a lot of Draconian around this part of the world, which is why he had his eyes on me as soon as I set foot in the town, which he later made sure I was the one he's looking for as he saw my family crest.
Sceptical at first but after talking to Miles, I felt that Miles seems like a genuine human being, and couldn't possibly lie about his intentions and his hope for me. Especially when he mentioned that he will assist me in becoming the Ruler of Kings. Although he was speaking in a very soft and shady voice, whispering this into my ear, as though he's afraid that others will know about this "secret", which is a breath of fresh air for an action done by someone in his thirties, quite cute if I do say so myself.
I will certainly cherish this friendship, this comradery, despite Miles reiterating that he is only here to serve me as an advisor and to protect my safety as his duty as a soldier.
Regnum Kingdom of Primis
I fell into a deep sleep after a hard day's work. While asleep I had a vivid encounter with my mother. She asked me to build a kingdom in my dream.
I hope to build a kingdom of peace and prosperity. A kingdom where all races will have the same rights to 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness'. No longer would the Elves be at war with the Orcs. It shall be governed with sophisticated rule of law that everyone will be treated as equal, and evildoer will be persecuted.
Deity of Primis
I never really believed in God and Goddess until today when I had a visit to the temple. The statue of Gratis the Goddess of Freedom was erected there beautifully crafted, as the fair goddess herself. Then a sound came from within my mind, "Worship me young child, and thee will gain my assistance in thy quest." And so I did, any support would be appreciated.
Message to Advisor
I've heed thine advise on the Muscle Buster Skill, but I still feel that my body is relatively average. I am unable to take up the apprenticeship of a Jester. Do you know of any method where I can train my body, or do you know where I can find some magickal intervention?
A fellow soldier of kingliness…
Jasten the Fighter joins the Adventure Party of Primis
White, shoulder-length hair clumsily hangs over a skinny, lived-in face. Sparkling hazel eyes, set rooted within their sockets, watch gratefully over the river they've become enchanted by for so long.
A goatee delightfully compliments his hair and leaves a bittersweet memory of his adventurous love life.