Paarthurnax Dragonowl

**Paarthurnax Dragonowl**, A Dragonborn Sorcerer/Warlock. Momma's boy.

Unnamed Dragonborn (Mother)

Fairnock

(contracted)

Arch Fey

(patron)

Bran

(familiar pet)

**Description**:

A copper scaled Dragonborn with a tail. He stands about 6'10 tall and is of medium build (for a Dragonborn). His eyes are a beautiful piercing amber. He wears a greenish blue robe and a striped pink and green cloak with black and white polka dots over the top of the stripes - A clear sign he has been to Fairnock. He has a tattoo on his right hand/forearm of a Dragon, inlaid with platinum and he has a cuff affixed to his right ear. He also wears a brown backpack where he stores his various bits and pieces.

In his hand he carries his wooden staff - made from rosewood, it's fairly standard until the top where there are 4 carved dragons facing into the centre, their tails winding down the shaft. It is known as the Staff of Memories.

He can almost always be seen with a little black raven on his shoulder, known as Bran.

**Back story:**

Much of Paarthurnax's memory is cloudy about his early life. His earliest memory is when, at age 6, his father came into their tent and said they had to go. He packed up their things and they quickly rushed out of the tribes territory - Paarthurnax doesn't know why and isn't even sure which tribe it was they belonged to. On the journey they were stalked by the noises of wolves, clearly on their scent. After some time they came to a clearing at the base of a rock face. Paarthurnax's father jumped to action and placed his son in the boulders at the base of the cliff. From this vantage the young Dragonborn watched as his father engaged with the wolves that stalked them. He took out a few but was eventually overcome. This memory is painful and mostly forgotten, he can't remember how his Dad fought, was he magical like him? It was a blur. The wolves clearly had the scent of young Paarthurnax and began to stalk the rocks where he hid. It was at this moment that his life changed.

From above he saw the most amazing thing he had ever seen descending from the sky with a roar as a beautiful and large copper dragon unleashed a torrent of acid upon the wolves, scattering them into the forest. She could sense the boy, maybe it was the shared blood lineage they had, he wasn't sure, but she approached the rocks and spoke to him in a language he knew, Draconic. From this point on the Dragon, now revealed to be Melkiera, raised Paarthurnax as her son in her lair in the Cormor Mountains. They spent time hunting and learning, she discovered his abilities as a Sorcerer and taught him to hone these. She sheltered him from the harsh world. He never did have any contact with other Dragonborn, but he did gain an affinity for dwarves. He would trade with the wandering hunters who came from Cair Duin.

One night, after his mother being gone for far longer than usual, Paarthurnax ventured out to look for her. After some time he came across a disturbing scene being watched over by a group of dwarves. He spoke to one he recognized, K'verin. The trees were splashed with acid damage and bodies were strewn about the area, Empire bodies. But the most worrying thing were the loose dragon scales. His mother had been captured it seemed. K'verin told Paarthurnax of a meeting in an inn that could help him reunite with his mother. So that's where he headed, not sure what else to do without her. The rest of his story is still being written . . . Although, he did recently decide to give himself a surname, Dragonowl, seemed appropriate.