Name: K'yorl T'sarran

Age: 236

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Race/Species: Drow elf

Powers: Shadow Jumping, which is a form of instant travel by using shadows as doorways.

Abilities: K'yorl is a deadly fighter if need be, able to wield a massive battleaxe with no problem at all, and take hits that would incapacitate a normal person with a slight shrug. He's a skilled blacksmith and is fairly good with strategy, despite his goofy demeanor.

Strengths: His physical strength is immense, even for his own race- able to bend iron bars with his bare hands. His pain threshold is nothing to be scoffed at either. His bones, like the rest of his race, is easily 8x the density of a humans, rendering them incredibly robust and difficult to move against their will.

Weaknesses: Due to his genetic disease, his stamina is low, as is his lung capacity. He can't run for very long, in fear of passing out from lack of oxygen. If he's thoroughly pushed in battle, he enters an enraged state that his race calls Bloodlust, where any and all pain is numbed as they attack anyone that comes near them, both friend and foe. Their blood pressure raises during this, forcing them to bleed more and bleed out much quicker. He has mental disorders as well, with him being notably manic and bipolar which makes making friends hard, and keeping them harder.

Personality: K'yorl, at first, is a loud and brash individual, wanting all of the attention possible. But under that exterior, as well as the manic, bipolar, depressive layers that he has due to past trauma, he's just a guy who wants friends, people close to him. He has a lot of love to give to anyone who's willing to take it, and give in return.

Backstory: K'yorl was born into royalty, as the prince and heir to the throne of the underdark city Agrach Dyrr despite having an older half brother Tso'sun. His father, intent on twisting his innocence into a cruel reflection of what he wanted K'yorl to be, resorted to verbal and physical violence and threats to make his own son afraid of him. Even at the age of 6 when his lungs started filling with fluid due to latent genes, he took no pity on the little boy. It was only with Tso'sun's protection, and the protection of other Drow elves, did K'yorl receive any respite. For decades he lived in his father's shadow, until one day his half brother snapped, using runic magic to kill the Emperor in defence of his younger sibling. K'yorl then took the throne and pardoned Tso'sun for the crime. It was then he started looking for partners, but the partners he took were...less than pleasant to him. Often being of strong personality which he found attractive, most simply used him for his position save for the last mate he took- Sabrae. Still of strong personality and quick wit, she proved his match and they thought they were to have a life together. They even had a son, Jevan, before life once more struck- a deranged high elf came into the underdark, shouting and yelling and screaming before lunging for K'yorl as he and Sabrae were on a stroll, a blade drawn. The high elf missed K'yorl. He did not miss Sabrae. Seeming to realize what he had done as K'yorl held the body of his mate he vanished, leaving the Emperor to his rage and grief. Even decades later, almost 90 years, K'yorl still has yet to capture and kill the one who took his son's mother, his mate, from him.

Likes: K'yorl loves people, despite the fear that his personality (which has been called overbearing and smothering many times) will drive them away. Spicy food is a surefire way to get his attention, the spicier the better. Hot weather and the heat of his forge feel like home to him, and helps him to breathe easier.

Dislikes: Bright lights and loud, piercing noises easily disorient him due to his light sensitive eyes. Thunder also spooks him if he's unprepared due to the similarities in sounds to a cave in.

Weapons: A giant battleaxe that he forged himself

Voice: Heidevolk (Immigrant Song [Cover by Led Zeppelin])

Looks: 6ft 10in

Scenario One: (Medieval/Modern) Your character enters a potion shop, for whatever reason they may have- maybe they have a special order they need to place with the shopkeeper, or theyre there to pick one up that they placed earlier, or theyre just browsing. It seems fairly empty that day, save for perhaps a few people mingling around and an absolute brute of a drow elf sitting casually in a chair, a leg crossed over the other as he read a book. Depending on your character's knowledge of royal dealings, he might look vaguely familiar, but not quite enough to name. Dressed fairly nicely (perhaps rich pickpocketing, if he were to stand up?) he gives a harsh sounding cough into his elbow, the shopkeep giving a noticeable worried look at the Drow before they go back to working on something hastily. Do they intervene with whatever might be happening, or do they simply go on their way?

Scenario Two: (Medieval) Your character was caught thieving from a small, indistinct town that they had been passing through. Unbeknownst to them, that town was under the protection of the Drow elves, and they are brought before the very Emperor of the Underdark. Held between two heavily armored royal guard your character is forced to their knees before the throne where Lord K'yorl sits, his muscular figure an imposing shadow upon his elevated seat. He leans forward and looks them over with guarded red eyes, a pierced ear twitching slightly in thought. What do they have to say for themselves?

Scenario Three: Suggest one