Jakel

Character name: Jackel
Played By: Jaspin

Race/Tribe: Cat Elf/Sand Dune Valley
Job/Function in Holt: Hunter, Storyteller.

Soul Name: Uri
Soul Name Known By: Sandrough, Moonrise

Lifemates: None
Lovemates: Sandrough, Moonrise
Recognized: None

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Soul Brothers/Sisters: Sandrough, Moonrise
Family-
---Mother: Catheart (deceased)
---Father: Bowsong (deceased)
---Siblings:
---Other:

Gender: Male
Age: 727

Hair(Color and Style): Black with streaks of white, held back with a silver band and in a ponytail, very long.
Eyes: Yellow
Scars/Tattoos: Whip and a few knife scars all over his body.
Skin Shade: Dark Tan
Build: Slim, strong
Height: 4' 9"
Over-all Face (shape,look,etc...): Slightly angular, soft and kind.
Voice: Soft, but a tone of sadness rings in his words at times.

Color Scheme: Whites and grays with highlights of red
Clothes: Tunic of white with red trim, very billowy sleeves, and tied at the waist with a red and silver rope. Grey, loose fitting pants. He goes barefoot. His clothing is very human at the moment.
Jewelry: Silver hoops in his earlobes, a silver headband holding his hair back.

Weapons/Tools: Simple small daggers, though he prefers bow and arrow.
Magic: Dream Weaving, sometimes gets flashes of what will happen in the future.
Skills: Bow and Arrow, singing, storytelling.

Likes: His lovemates, life, the desert, rain
Dislikes: Humans, whips
Fears: Death

Personality: He was once a very witty, very joyful and jovial elf. Events in his life turned him more serious, and more quiet, though his wit is still sharp he uses it less often.

History: At the young age of 27, he found himself with not one soulsibling and lovemate, but two. Sandrough and Moonrise. He was more attached to Sandrough than Moonrise, but he loved her all the same. When he was a few turns older than 100, a sandstorm hit the Pride not unlike the one that had devastated the Pride just recently.

He was lost from Sandrough and Moonrise, and stumbled North in search of them. He never found them, but he found a village of humans on the edge of the Desert. They did not fear him, nor did they harm him. Rather, they took him in and nursed him back to health. It was a shock for him to find himself in the care of humans, and that they actually were caring for him instead of killing him.

He lived with them for a long time, in peace, and enjoyed his days there. They did not worship him, but they did treat him as a sort of spirit from the Desert that came to help them. He discovered his powers to manipulate Dreams with these Humans, and he often calmed nightmares of children for them. Three hundred years passed, and he had watched many humans come and go, and watched the evolution of the tribe he lived with.

Another human tribe close by, and slightly more advanced, was getting greedy, and they took over the tribe of the softer, gentler humans Jackel had lived with. They caught him as a prize, and forced him into assort of slavery. He paid them back with nightmares, but his powers never manifested more than mere nightmares and dreams.

Over the next three hundred years or so, he was traded off to several different tribes of humans for various reasons, and always gave the ones who treated him poorly nightmares. The last hundred of those were spent with one particular nomadic Desert tribe. When they discovered he was the source of their nightmares, they quickly resorted to violence, whipping him whenever he used his powers against them. When it didn't work, they cut him with their knives in a style of torture, and he soon cooled his powers down a bit, and became a silent and compliant observer.

But he was growing weary of this sort of existence, and knew he couldn't take much more. Soon he would no longer be Elf, but a shell of some sad creature. And so he found an opportunity to escape, late one night, in a rainstorm. He didn't know where he was going, what he was running to. Despair deep in his bones, he laid down in the wet sands, fearing that Death was coming for him. As he closed his eyes, a Dream Vision came to him, and he snapped his head up. The face of an almost forgotten lovemate passed over his eyes. It was Sandrough, laughing joyously with a cubling that had to be his own. This vision was all Jackel needed to give him hope, and keep him going. The Dream Vision told him to go Southward, and so that is the way he went, stumbling through the rainstorm, until he found that which he thought he had lost forever.

Anything else you would like to add: He is fluent in speaking several human languages, and learned a little reading and writing as well as paper and ink making.

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