'Might as well get my character here, to be open for your judgement... Hopefully there is a forest bordering the starting town...
Name: Turrequise Arcdelumina
Sex: Male
Age: 52
Race: Half Chiang-Lung, Half Elf
Class: Caller of Storms
Alignment: Lawful Good (I know, Caller of Storms can't be a non-neutral... but pleeeease let me do this? Lawful Neutral or Neutral Good don't quite fit him.)
Description: Not one to be ashamed of his heritage, Turrequise walks with his head held high, muscled chest stretching his almost too-small shirt, and most of his draconic parts showing. He seems young, around twenty-something, with an air of pride and comeliness. He wears an open blue silk coat with gold colored stitchings, andlong with a blue pair of breeches and a white shirt. Sometimes he chooses to wear one of the stereotpical hats mages normally wear... to hide his horns and pointed ears. His silver-sapphire scales along his muscular arms and legs, his hands and shoeless feet ending in claws and sharp talons, along with the severl scales on his cheek and the silver horns accenting his golden-blonde hair, makes him seem very, very out of place. Some say he looks positively demonic. He has a lithely muscular body, and is somewhat tall, with an angular face accented with a golden-blonde goatee. His long, strong scaled tail is accented by a tuft of golden-blonde furr at the tip, along with a clear-sounding gold bell tied with red ribbon near the tuft. Those that get close are often spooked by his crystal blue cat-eyes and strange fanged smile. While not as skilled as a true master, he is fairly proficient with the silver scimitar at his side... using his speed and intelligence rather than his strength. More often, however, he fights with his natural weapons... claws, talons, horns, and bite if forced to melee. His coat's pockets are filled with trinkets... coins... mostly maps of the woods or areas he has been... hand-drawn himself. Large, impressive functional wings, sapphire-silver scaled, are folded over his back, like a cloak.
Personality: Proud, but friendly. He is slow to take offense at most things, but others set him off the edge in an instant. He shows much greed when it comes to silver objects, and isn't proud to say he has stolen a few precious items. He enjoys them company of those who don't mind his looks... which to this day, seems only to be animals. He has an affinity with animals, who aren't as spooked by him as most 'intelligent' races are. He loves knowledge, and one of his dreams is to enter a libary without being chased away by 'demon hunters' or mages wanting to experiment on him. He loathes demons, devils, and other evil outsiders with an inhuman passion, for being mistaken for them for so long. He always searches for ways to make his elemental magic stronger... and has a preference for cold weather or ice magic, and a distaste for fire.
History: Found on a doorstep by an old human hermit in a wooden cabin in the forest, Turrequise was raised by his 'grandfather', there in the house. The hermit was a quiet and kind man, oddly eager for any kind of contact. Turrequise grew up there, the old man providing for him... the old man never ate meat, and so Turrequise became a vegetarian. There are little events to tell here between ages, but Turrequise very slowly learned what the hermit had to teach him, and how to get along in the wild, to heal... and of his own time, learning the power of his heritage, and of the Storm. Turrequise had never though himself to be any different than the hermit in species, and was baffled when he found out the hermit couldn't do what he could do.
Turrequise grew up, and the hermit grew old... the hermit died when Turrequise was 49, leaving Turrequise sorrowed and alone. After giving the old man a burial, Turrequise left the house in search of companionship... finding it in the woods, amoung the animals. He was not satisfied, however, as these creatures could only communicate so much... after wandering a few more years, he happened upon an elven village. No sooner than he showed himself, he was chased out, being called "Demon!"... Turrequise was emotionally distraught by this turn of events, and stayed in the woods another few years... gathering his courage. He wandered out of his home-woods, across mountains, into another forest, and eventually looked upon another village, a human one. By this time, he felt that he had been wronged to be chased out of the elven village, that they should accept him... he was no different than them! His powers had grown a great many times over the years, and he was almost ready to show himelf... and hopefully, be treated kindly by these short-eared people... like the hermit that cared for him.
He is quite sure those coming into town have noticed being watched by him, and have heard the bell tied to his tail. From what he has seen, he likes humans. And those entering 'his' forest who get lost sometimes hear his bell, leading them in the right direction. Some spots of the forest have been known to get foggy, or rain when not expected, because of Turrequise's intervention. He dislikes thieves and bandits, and works to hinder them, or even execute them, if they try to harm the good human travelors. He always lets a few live, to spread the word of what he has done, and to try to keep evildoers away from the town. He calls out his full name, and that he is 'bane to those who do wrong in the eyes of the light'. To those humans who revere the forest he frequents, and those who he feels are especcially 'good', he often leaves treats of bags of gold or a single jewel... sometimes, if needed, he leaves food or a hand-drawn map for those who need it. Evildoers, or those who or not respect the forest, he often hinders, taking food, or creating fog or rain to hinder them... sometimes recruiting the forest creatures to hinder them. He waits for the right time to show himself to all... on his favorite type of day: A Rainy One. Which could be any day he's ready... thanks to his skills.