#jurax

I’m going to do this in parts, so I’ll do fear first.

Fear. To be afraid of something for the belief that it will harm you. The lizard smirks, hand reaching down to grab one of his daggers. The weapon is brought up to the light, rays glinting off the steel.

“Fear is not for those like me. I cannot afford to fear. Fear makes you panic, makes you hesitate, makes you do things without reason. You cannot have any of that when you are an assassin such as I.”

The dagger is placed back into it’s holster at Jurax’s side, and his body turns as he turns his focus to you.

“Fear is merely another weapon in my arsenal. A truly potent weapon, it is.”

He stands up, sauntering over to you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“It can make you do foolish things, fear. Why, one time a target of mine became so fearful upon seeing me, that he believed he could DEFEND himself! It gave me a good laugh, after I ripped his throat out.”

He is right in front of you now, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath as a laugh escapes him. He tilts his head, leaning down so his ember eyes meet yours.

Jurax looks off into the distance, then laughs. “You know, one such love you would think would be the most unrequited of all is that of a parent for their child. No matter who the child becomes, the parent loves them with all they have.”

The albino brings his hand into the sunlight, watching his white skin practically glow under the rays. “But sometimes, the parent does not love the child. Sometimes, the parent abandons the child and condemns him to death. Sometimes, if the child is ‘different’, the parent decides to THROW THEM OUT TO DIE ALONE.”

ok so, hes a lizard born to a commoner family. he was born albino, and because his parents saw that as a sign of death (death rides on a pale horse and all that), they decided to abandon him out in the wastes.

thankfully, a passing retired lizard assassin saw him and took pity on him. the assassin brought him to his village and cared for him. Jurax’s savior was the only one who treated him well, everyone else there saw him as a freak and steered away from him, terrified of him.

over time Jurax was taught the ways of an assassin, in order to be able to protect himself. eventually the mistreatment came to a head, and a group of villagers banded together and beat and kidnapped Jurax. they dragged him outside town to string him up somewhere. the rope around Jurax’s neck was not tied well, so it didnt break his neck. he passed out, and the crowd left (this is how he gets the scars on his neck, rope burn scars)(also his voice is super rough now because of the damage to his vocal cords)

eventually he woke up, and broke free from the rope. he came back to the village, sneaking into his mentor’s home only to find him murdered by the same people who strung him up.

jurax then proceeds to go on a rampage throughout the village, killing anyone that dared to get in his way. in his eyes, he is just giving them what they wanted. they saw him as a spectre of death, so thats what he would become.

now he just wanders, taking assassin work when he can get it. he eventually teaches himself polymorphy, able to shape his body for what the job needs.

basically hes a bitter shell of a man who would much rather just watch the world burn.