Sky possesses a rather remarkable, and somewhat strange appearance; despite the fact that he is a Lotharro he has not shaved in years, and has yet to grow any facial hair. His hair is rather lengthy, and appears very unkempt as he never combs it or even makes an attempt to care for it. His irises are of a dark brown coloration much like his hair, and somewhat tanned Skin. Despite his historically gargantuan race; he remains somewhat slender due to a lack of proper nutrition. However, much like several of his kin he has incredibly thick skin and a durable body; Several animalistic traits are present the first of which were his lengthy, and incredibly sharp canine teeth. He stands at a vertical height of 6'0 He is often seen clothed in Animal hides, but his favorite is that of Wolves and or Larger predators like Bears. Never will anyone catch a glimpse of him with Shoes on his feet; as he believes it to be beneficial to feel moisture beneath the heels.“Deranged”, a “Savage”, or “Feral” perhaps he could even be described as a “Monster”When he speaks he is incredibly difficult to understand; especially If he raises his voice, and has spent many years damaging his vocal cords.
Note To All Threading Partners: Sky is INCREDIBLY HARD to understand at first, but as time passes and the more he speaks your pc will be able to understand him. Please do not (Regardless of what is said) have your character completely understand his every word.
Slit throats, blood soaked weaponry, blood stained clothing, the scent of iron, sweat, and battle filled the air. Cries of terror, and pain filled the vicinity; Murder and Crime was afoot, but one might question how it all began. With a simple exchange of words in a battle for nothing more than resources; The Lotharro who was born and raised alongside Sev'ryn. His mother was a Sev'ryn, and his father was the mighty one called the “Beast” among her society. Long ago the trio lived together peacefully, but without warning came destruction; his father was in debt by quite a large amount of coin. The day that they had finally come to collect their money The Beast had disappeared into the night. Yet, the young son and Mother remained behind in a small hut forged of nothing more than a combination of hardened mud, and twigs from the surrounding Trees. He had finally heard the terrifying scream that came from his mother when they burst through the small door-frame.
“Where is he? Tell me where that damned Monster is.” The Larger of Two men asked just after they had entered the families “Home” without permission. By monster he supposed that they referred to his father, and given the nature of his people; they were known for their tenacity and violence. If they could not find his father what would be the consequence of his actions? Why did he owe them such a large amount of coin? Why did he run away from them if he knew he could very easily defeat them? The men entered iron-clad in their somewhat advanced armor obviously made at the hands of a smith. They were prepared to battle; The boy continued to observe and gather as much information as he could.
“Talk to me, Inferiors!” The first man spoke again, and he struck down the child as well as his mother without hesitation. A large hand rocketed toward them both, and in a single motion he swept them both off of their feet with a massive impact of his fist to the boys chest; which caused him to connect to his mother and fly toward the ground. The boy fell, and could hardly breathe; he felt as if his chest had been caved in by the gargantuan fist. The adrenaline coursed through his veins and Sky grew infuriated with the two men. If he were to die here he would protect his mother even at the cost of his own life. He looked to the ground and saw that his fathers weapon laid there as if it waited for him to wield it. The large weapon was called by the name of “Mere”; it was green, and the moment he grasped it's base he noticed how heavy it was. Perhaps it was a club, and he did not know much about how to wield it let alone feel comfortable with the amount of strength required to make proper use of it.
However, the adrenaline gave him so much more strength than he expected to have gained. Over the arcs his father instilled in him control. He attempted to take slow deep breaths as he stood on his feet despite the pain and shortness of breath. He parted his lips and exposed his lengthy canines to the two men who showed no sign of fear. “This is my home, and I am not afraid! All I know is death!” He screamed at the top of his lungs to the two individuals, and charged with the club like weapon without a clue about how to use it.
The first and obviously more proud of the two individuals gestured his partner away, and the onslaught of blows began. The first strike was simple and straight forward; an attempt to stab him with the sharpened weapon that was not successful. He had misjudged the length of the weapon and managed to completely miss the attack several times; his lengthy obsidian colored hair fluttered about with his movements. The opposed warrior simply countered Sky, and taunted him with a swing of his small blade which cut several strands of his hair as it swung through the air. He moved with such blinding speed that Skyard had not even seen the charge of a shoulder coming toward him.
Sky was nowhere near as well versed of a warrior as the First of the two individuals and that was very obvious, but he did not bother to hesitate. As he staggered backward, the boy barely managed to catch his balance. The Warrior swung the lengthy blade toward his face as if to kill him; only to be countered by Skys next move which was to simply attack the weapon as it flew toward his visage. The rock sparked against the metal as the collision of weapons could be heard. The loud metallic sound was heard, and the weapon recoiled off of the stone Mere held by the young boy. His arm flew backward, and with a widened stance his sternum was left exposed.
“Your fight, is over!” Skyard exclaimed as he launched a heel toward that of his opponents own exposed toe; a blood curdling crack could be heard through the entirety of the vicinity. His first and largest toe was bent backward at such an unnatural angle that it could not possibly heal. The mere was swung upward in an arc and collided with his chin only to easily slice through the flesh. The Savage and brutal display caused blood to spatter throughout the entire room. The moment that his opponent fell he directed all of his attention toward the second man who looked on in horror.
“Die!” Sky spoke as he charged forth mercilessly, and took advantage of the time that he was given to close the gap between himself, the body of the other warrior and his new-found adversary. He charged forth much like that of an animal, and sank his lengthy canine teeth into the flesh of his opponents windpipe. The Boy violently lashed his head back and forth until he managed to tear flesh and bone from the body, and blood poured from the victims neck as if it were a geyser. He stood erect regardless of the fatal attack.
As a result of the double homicide; The boy was later kicked from the home by his mother and father, left to explore the world on his own and survive without the care of his Parents. He hoped to find them again someday, and give them a permanent reminder of why they should not have removed him. Ever since then he has taken what little knowledge they gave him and translated it into anger, resentment, and hatred toward people of all kinds.
Skyard has taken up residence outside of Krome, and lives in an incredibly secluded section of Forest not often traveled nearby. There are several miles between his large Cave, surrounded and hidden in between the thick of several Trees and brush, and any commonly traveled trails. The Cave is covered with moss on the outside, and is quite large despite it's small entrance-way. All of his supplies are located inside the cave, and the walls have been elegantly decorated with a combination of animal hides, bones, and human skeletal remains. As Skyard is typically afraid of fire; the decorations are difficult to see, but if the room were brightened a terrifying sight would be unveiled to the one unfortunate enough to be within his dwelling.
( Stolen from exotic animal traders)
Skyards companion is a large fully-grown adult male mandrill given the name “Ao” or “Aomaru” and he tends to be incredibly hostile toward strangers. He stands at a stature at 4'0 and weighs approximately 115 pounds; he has a very odd personality and tends to argue with his Companion frequently and as often as possible. He has rather lengthy canine teeth that are 4.0 inches long. Aomaru tends to be incredibly protective and acts as if he is a "guardian" to Skyard; he does not take kindly to people other than his companion, and tends to enjoy a diet filled with raw meat, but will result to vegetation at times when food becomes scarce. He is very intellectual, and listens quite well not to mention he does follow commands.. Sometimes.