Gryphon
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Clan Position Held : Second In Command
Gender : Male
Race : Gargoyle
Gryphon is largely unsure of his past, but that is to be expected from one who has been alive since before recorded history. What he does know, or at least believes for truth, is that he was born somewhere in Egypt, and was placed under a spell, or perhaps a curse, that caused him to live throughout the ages.
What he is certain of is that it does not come without a price. He has researched dozens of his lives, from Egypt to Japan to Guatemala, to many other strange and ancient places. Nearly every Clan still alive has stories of a Gargoyle that stands a strong chance of being Gryphon. Still, through it all, he can remember nothing save dream images of them. On top of that, not all of the stories were good ones.
What he is certain of, is that when he is 'killed', not an easy task in any circumstance, he forgets all that he had experienced in that lifetime; skills, sensations, everything. He must wander for a time, completely amnesiac, searching for a new life from the ashes of the old. He has most recently found himself wandering along the outskirts of Castle Mirrorbane, somewhat reluctant to approach, unsure of himself and anything else, completely confused and frightened.
What has he seen? What has he done? What is to come of all this? He knows not, though time may not be on his side.
A striking creature with skin so jet black that it almost shimmers deep blue under intense light, sharply contrasting with his shock white mane of hair that extends just past the top of his long, prehensile tail. He stands seven feet in height when standing straight, with a powerfully muscled frame. His wingspan is immense, with satin red membranes and small 'hands' in the crooks. Elbow and knee spikes jut brutally from his joints. His head is truly inhuman, with a large beak, ivory canines extending beyond his 'lips', and long, pointy ears. He looks to be in his late teens, gargoyle-wise. Despite his savage appearance, his eyes are kind and gentle, shining a blue the color of frozen oceanwater.
Several pieces of jewelry adorn him, including a red headband with a single pearl in the center, rings on his fingers, a beautiful medallian with a strange rune upon it, bands around his arms and tail, and several hoop peircings in his ears and wing arms, all glittering brightly against his onyx flesh. He is wearing a strange outfit of a brilliantly polished breastplate, gauntlets, and half-boots, with a simple loincloth embroidered with the odd sigyl of a flaming sword.
Gryphon is extremely adept at the art of combat, having extensive knowledge of archaic weapons, hand-to-hand battle, and aerial assult. He is also a blessing to behold in the air, where his spins and dives are the envy of many birds. Despite his martial ablities, he is a devout lover of many forms of expression, such as painting, writing, reading, singing, dancing, and even cooking. He often dabbles in any new form of soul-search he can through the arts, whenever he is not found honing his warrior skills.
