- Icy light blue
- Spiky black frills that trail down from the top of the head back to the tip of the tail.
- 6 ft.
Zillach is smaller than your average lizardfolk, not only in height but he is thin and lanky. Though weak in bodily strength he has a built in toughness that allows him to persevere as well as quick reflexes that your normal lizardfolk lacks.
Zillach has mainly dull blue scales, with black and grey scales scattered within and a ashy white set of scales that signify the softer parts of his body that stretches from his snout down his torso.
The cold eyes of Zillach are constantly searching around examining his surroundings for potential threats, or prey. His face is similar to a glaring dragon and has an intense atmosphere drifting off of it.
There is are scars across his shoulders, legs, and torso ranging from 1 inch nicks to foot long slashes. Most seem to be damage from dull weapons and are more superficial than life threatening. One scar however is very eye catching. A large bite mark that tears across the neck in a frightening pattern that looks as if it should have killed Zillach.
He wields two weapons most of the time so he is Ambidextrous. He walks kind of hunched over as if stalking prey. The tip of his tail twitches back and forth when he is angry or otherwise excited.
Apparel & Accessories
Simple and efficient leather straps and bags that allow for maximum range of movement and stealth.
He wields two bone short-swords in most situations but is also equipped with two small iron dagger at his waist. He does not wear armor for his scales are tougher than most basic leather gear. There is a blowgun made of bone strapped to his left leg that he has not used yet.
Zillach has a knack for making traps.
This world is cold. These were the first primal thoughts Zillach had when his father's corpse was pulled out of the marsh. The small 3 year old lizardman child watched on from the side as they fished out what was left of his father. They gather that he was fishing when the alligator snuck up on him. It had been a week since Zillach's father went missing, his body was shredded and bloated with rot. He could not be used for anything thought Zillach. His father would be thrown back into the marsh, and he would now be sent to live with the other orphans.
My mother died in a similar fashion around a year before. She had been gathering fruits with the rest of the females when some unknown creature whisked her away. All that was left was a single arm. It was used by the chieftain to craft a blowgun, saying it would be a coming of age gift if I were to survive until then. As they were getting rid of my father's remains a firm clawed hand was placed on my shoulder. An elder of the village was here to take me away.
For the next 12 years I was pit against my fellow generation, learning to fight and how to survive the wild marshlands we call home. I am not as strong as the rest. I found this out very quickly, being beaten for my share of food when the meals were passed out. The elder did not care, only looking away. I understood his thinking, their thinking. Why help such a weakling? I would only waste the tribes valuable resources and die a worthless death with my weak body. Just like my father and mother before me. After a few beatings I got it in me to try and sneak away the food rather than eat in the feeding shack with the others. This is where I received nature's lesson yet again. I hid away inside an old rotten willow tree nibbling away at the meager rations I managed to grab before dashing out into these marshlands. Unfortunately I was too young and naive. My rations were a form of meaty gruel that had quite the odor, attracting a large scaled beast from the depths of the swamp. Reveling in my smarts at finding a way to feed myself in the face of my orphan brethren, I let my guard down. Like a mouse feeding on cheese unaware of the snake slowly wrapping around it I was caught between its teeth by the neck. In a burst of pure instinct and will to live I pulled the small crafting knife from my set of tools and jammed it deep into the eye socket of the creature. With a roar it threw me away from its maw, and as I struggled to my feet I saw a giant lizard before me. Its angered roars alerted the nearby tribesman, who rushed to deal with it. As I fell to the ground from loss of blood, starting to passing out, the old elder that was in charge of raising me told me this. "Let this be a lesson, alone you are weak and worthless without power. You must choose. Will you be a pitiful snake who can only squirm about at the feet of others? Or will you crawl out of the muck and be reborn as a soaring dragon who fears not the trials of nature?"
This did not anger me, It was the impartial truth of nature. The strong survive and the weak end up as fertilizer for the next generation. I must get stronger. If not strength, I will use other means. So began a self-prescribed training regiment that left the other young ones pale in fright. I snuck out during sleeping hours to go hunt and trap beasts. I read all of the scrolls that I could get my hands on, even learning Giant in the process. Giants, now that was strength. One day I wish to hunt one and prove that I am powerful. When I was not reading I would be learning the crafts. When I was not learning the crafts I would be hunting or challenging the others of my age in the village. Like this, 1 year before the Rite of Achusk I managed to trap and kill an alligator. It was grueling, but I had surpassed my father and mother.
One year later I tore through the rival tribes' younger generation and secured my place as the next Avatar of Achusk. The almighty green dragon Thoranius has blessed me with their boon, granting me a bracer and praise of my fighting prowess. As the new symbol of my people I will be stronger so that my strength may pass down to the rest of the tribe. They will not have to go through what I did. I will carve the path so that they can follow and not walk down a worthless path like the one that my parents had carved for me.
Most of Zillach's knowledge has been gained through self-study with the occasional word from an elder of the village. His martial knowledge though was hammered in every single day and could lead a military force if needed.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Champion of the Rite of Achusk.
Failures & Embarrassments
My parents died leaving me to a world with few paths.
Mild case of OCD
Cold, Calculating, Intimidating, Blunt
Morality & Philosophy
Nature is a cold unforgiving thing. Strength and perseverance is that which holds back the reaching hands of death. If you have given up you have already consigned yourself to doom.
Speaking harshly about dragons especially the one guarding the lizardman tribes.
Wasting perfectly good resources.
Common, Draconic, Giant
I will wade through all trials that block my path on my pursuit of power. I will give proper homage to my ancestors and bolster my tribe with my own two hands. I will build the road to power so that others of my tribe can follow along its path.
Quotes & Catchphrases
A Slave's pain can turn into a tyrants fury. Do not underestimate the will of the downtrodden.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Zillach is very well versed in the crafting of weapons, armor, and his favorite, traps.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes keeping things clean and taking baths. Hates clutter and disorganization.
Virtues & Personality perks
Calculating, decisive, calm and collected.
Vices & Personality flaws
Don't expect me to save those who can't save themselves. It is nature's way that the strong thrive and the weak perish. He enjoys the look of fear and trepidation on those he has intimidated.
his tail twitches when he is angry or otherwise excited.
Very clean and orderly when he can be. Battle is a messy place to be.
Silver Maw Tribe
Wealth & Financial state
I have gathered many spoils from my hunts, especially from the trial of Achusk. I am weighed down by my wealth of weapons, tools, and food. It is not an uncomfortable burden.
The major events and journals in Zillach's history, from the beginning to today.
The list of amazing people following the adventures of Zillach.