Après avoir finalement obtenu ce qu'il considérait comme un repos bien mérité, Zack était en chemin une fois de plus. Comme d'habitude, il a évité de voyager sur la route elle-même, au lieu de se promener à travers les buissons parallèles avec eux, en utilisant le haie comme dissimulation. Bien qu'il ait erré dans ce désert plusieurs fois auparavant, il l'a encore accablé. Mais ses pensées ne cessaient de revenir à la fille. "Je me demande si elle est revenue en ville. J'aurais peut-être dû aller avec elle." Une pensée s'est enfuie. "Je ne peux pas faire dépendre les gens de moi. Au bout du compte, ils ne peuvent dépendre que de leur propre pouvoir, comme moi. » J'en ai fait une autre. "La faiblesse s'est effondrée sur le chemin de la vie, c'est ce que notre peuple a toujours dit." Il a conclu en mettant les pensées au repos pour l'instant.
Bientôt un facteur supplémentaire a absorbé son attention. Il a entendu et ressenti un grand bruit! de quelque chose qui s'effondre au loin. Son attention piquée, il se précipita dans sa direction approximative, en ignorant complètement la torsion et l'éclatement des rameaux et des branches sous lui, et le frottement occasionnel de son bout de botte dans la roche occasionnelle.
Ayant fait son chemin vers une pente soudaine de terrain, il s'est retrouvé dans une petite clairière dans les bois. Devant lui, un homme ursiné, gravement sanguinaire, s'éloignait gentiment de la destination de Zack et, apparemment, allaitait ses blessures. Zack réfléchit un moment, puis erra loin de la dissimulation fournie par l'arbre qu'il observait de derrière cet ours.
"Je vous salue, ours homme. Quelle est la substance de ce grand kerfuffle que vous vous êtes trouvé complètement baisé par?"
Name: Zack Itzhak.
Nickname/Alias:
"Cackling Zack."
Race:
Nin'tah. Coyote.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Age:
38.
Additional Info
Personality:
Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him.
While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power.
He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion.
He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others.
He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating.
Appearance:
A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions.
Height:
6'2.
Weight:
142 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from.
Class:
Warlock.
Weapons/Items:
A relatively plain iron staff.
Strengths:
- A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic.
- He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around.
Weaknesses:
- Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless.
- It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment.
Techniques:
It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can.
Flavor: