He was born into a rich and influencial family within the kingdom of Alcaris so he lived in the lap of luxery for a good part of his life. within his early years he was shown to have a rather strong magical Affinity to the earth and metals and was immidately forced into magical studys to grasp and control his talents. He never did enjoy the study's that he was forced to do..as he would have much prefered to learn them at his own pace. Over the next years he watched and grew disgusted with how men in general worked with slave markets and the Mystians being treated as they were with mankind considering themselfs superior. He got into frequent quarrals with his parents as time went on compleatly disagreeing with their view of things till he was eventualy Cast out of the family after Freeing a few gatan slaves by manipulating the metal chains. He was Exiled from the kingdom never to return with nothing but a few coins and the clothes on his back..an event that would burn a hateful memory in his young 17 year old mind..he promised he would survive if only to spite them.
He quickly found himself cold hungry and tired only weeks afterward..not having survival skills to survive out in the wilderness on his own. In an unknown forest miles from his former home he eventualy collapsed against a tree and struggled vainly to stay awake as his eyes closed for what he was sure to be the last time. But when he awoke he was surprised to alive and in a bed of an old shack but still well kept. He quickly found out he had been saved by an an aged gentleman in simple gray garbs who went by the name of Dkhor and was takin in by him so long as he worked to earn his keep and so he did. As he learned more from the old man he grew more attached to him..
Years pass and he Considered Dkhor to be like the father figure he truly wanted and was more content now than he ever was back home..he never did realize that Dkhor was anything more than human but as time went on he started to feel more and more engulfed in the feeling to go out and help and meet new people. He had been taught smithing and survival skills by the old man over the years along with proper manners. he also assisted Koran on learning and adapting to his magic skills further with gentle encouragement and paitence. About a year ago He was sparring against Dkhor when he and his mentor/guardian/father figure came accross a small band of hunters from his home kingdom looking for more slaves..and had been successful with a couple Vulpine's 2 females. Angerd at the prospect of more innocent beings turned into slaves Koran assisted Dkhor in driving off the hunters killing 3 of them.
A couple weeks pass before the ramifications of the previous events comes to pass as Koran came back to Dkhor's home finding it razed to the ground he was about to panic and search for the old man when he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and seen him unharmed. "It's time Koran..come with me" he did as he was told and followed his adopted father to a hidden cave a couple day's journey away and stopped as Dkhor chanted and the mouth of the cave faded into view as the stone seemed to melt away into itself. "I had prepared this location incase such a thing happens..now its approaching time for you to head out..but first we must get you properly equiped..come tonight we begin the forging..."
Over half a year passes and under Dkhor's tutalage and watchful eye Koran painstakingly forged his armor taking many hours every day to hammer the metal and add the designs untill it was compleate and just looked in awe at the full work of art he made he may not be a master blacksmith but his affininty with metal really helped him to make his armor with beautiful results. he spent another 2 months forging a sheild to match the armor where was not a flaw in either armor or sheild and was fitted to his now muscular form from all the work perfectly. He woke up the next day to find Dkhor gone with a simple note along with a simple but elegent Longsword by it.
"To my son..i'm sorry i'm not arround to say goodbye to you on your journey as some issues arised that needed my attention but know i am always with you in spirit and we will meet again in the future, do me proud. PS:. There is a pendant for you as well under your pillow as the second part of your going away present. The sword and bag of coins on the table here is the first part.
Love your father
Dkhoran Drakken"
Powers:
Roots of the earth-once he casts this spell Koran is rooted to his spot bye great thick tree trunks that envelops his lower torso but he's all but undefeatable at the cost of being unable to move from his spot the most he can move is on the spot to turn around if need be. He continuously draws the soothing power of the earth to regenerate his wounds quickly and is impervious to Fatigue. Any attempt too force him back or knock him over will be compleatly ineffective. Best used to guard a doorway or narrow path or downd ally.
Iron Heart- Taking on the quality of pure iron the bane of magic He becomes frightening resistant to all mystical abilities thus negatinghis own magic till he drops it..
Mend -a utility spell that can mend wood or metal or gems or stones if need be. mainly used to repair his armor, sheild or weapon.
Stone Wall- he can create a mystic barrier on an ally or himself that will soak up some damage before dispersing in an image of shattering rock.
Useing his connection to the earth he can pass through woodland area without so much as a sound or a trace. this ability works in any place that hasn't been worked on my human or mystic hands.
Weakness: Due to the Bulky armor that he wears he's deffinatly not the first person you want if you need to get somewheres fast. Slow. somewhat cumbersom. He isn't a big fan of water or fire as their rather against his elements.
Special Devices/Weapons:
~Armor~ Most of the time when traveling he wears a gleaming silver Full plate mail armor that compleatly covers his body from head to toe. The armor appears to be crafted by a master armor smith who put many months and love into its creation. Intricate designs and patterns are ingraved all over the suit. The helmut was shaped like a dragons head to an extent with him looking out of the maw through a gap that kept only his eyes open and the rest of his face covered.The armor has a few small enchantments on it added by Dkhoran his mentor.
~Cleanly~It's always clean and tidy no matter how murkey or grime infested the area he is may be it doesn't allow any sort of mud dirt or grime of sorts to stick to it.
~Breath~ He can breath perfectly fine as if he wasn't wearing anything despite his mouth and nose being covered.
~Storage~ when not in use he can simply will his armor to go into a small subdimensional pocket
He carries A Matching Tower Sheild in right arm that seems to be the match for his armor
Weapon: A simple Longsword that was forged by Dkhoran himself while Koran forged his armor and sheild. the sword will never dull or melt but can break still like any other blade if damage too much.