Guardian Rhajadt

Full Name: Rhajadt
Alias/Nicknames: Guardian, Rhaj
Race: Guardian
Class: Guardian 
- As a Guardian, he is naturally imbued with enhanced physical strength, speed, and senses (as well as feline reflexes)
- As a minion of the god Ehr (god of instinct and innate knowledge) he has a powerful intuition and 'sense' of things going wrong, or when in danger
- He can wield a multitude of weapons, but favors a broadsword crafted from obsidian and steel


Job: Blacksmith/Jeweler

Age: Essentially 10 months old, but with the mind and body of a man ~50
Gender: Male
    Pronouns: he/him
Orientation: Bisexual
    Status: Single

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs
 Notable Traits:
     Feline-like ears atop his head
     Dark, striped markings over body

Personality: Curious . Blunt . Forthcoming . Honorable . Boisterous . Proud . Inquisitive . Intuitive
      As a minion of Ehr, Rhajadt is a man of instinct, intuition, and faith. He is confident in his abilities and tends to trust that others are similarly experts in their own experience. At times this can result in him putting more faith, or expectation, in others than he should. His life experience, while intuited upon him at the moment of creation, is minimal, and thus there are countless situations he will find himself in for the first time, trying to learn how to engage with. Despite that, he is not childlike or sophomoric. Rather, it is as though his perspective was taken from a script, and he is struggling to learn how to improvise. His motives are pure and transparent, never one to deceive or manipulate, and has minimal patience for those who might try to take advantage of him or others. He wears his emotions on his sleeve (or, well, bare arm) and maintains a zeal for life that only someone so new to it could have.

     Likes:
         Intimacy, physical contact
         Beer/Meed (although he has zero tolerance for it yet)
         Water; stereotypes about felines aren't true! He loves swimming or being caught in the rain

     Dislikes:
         Dark magics, corrupted essences
         Overthinkers
         Camels (after seeing one for the first time, he was disturbed by it for weeks)

 History:

Greyblood was on the verge of oblivion, succumbing to yet another war. Thousands of years ago, the Creation Gods had sacrificed themselves to defeat one of their own, the unspoken one, Shontek, who wished to enslave all mortal kind. In doing so they had also banished Shontek's minions, the Shiar, from the realm, in hopes of quelling any risk of further uprising. The Creation Gods, as a result, were sealed away as well, never again able to live among the mortals they nurtured. There had been peace, however unsteady, for a time, but the kingdoms were at ends, and war seemed inevitable. Sacrifices were made, borders drawn. Even then, a darkness lingered like a dwindling candle wick, waiting to be stoked once more. 

For centuries, it would seem that Sovereign, the leader of the Shiar, had been plotting his return to the realm and justice for the Shiar. They had been sealed away, doomed to eons of misery in a realm of shadow and dust, and it was time to reclaim what they had been deprived of. The seal between the two realms was breached, with the Shiar spilling back into Greyblood, killing all in their path in their goals of bringing their god, Shontek, back once again. It seemed hope was lost, until the arrival of the Guardians. 

The Creation Gods could not return themselves, but it would seem they could forge pieces of themselves, sent on their behalf. The Guardians were powerful beings imbued with the power of each Creation God, all born from one instantaneous moment of pure manifestation with the sole purpose of bringing peace unto Greyblood once again. Rhajadt was among them, no past or memories to drive him, only the singular purpose placed upon him by his Master, the Creation God Ehr, and so he sought to fulfill his duty righteously. 

The Guardians would not end the bloodshed themselves, but their added might and their symbol of hope as gifts from the Creation Gods invigorated the wearied mortal armies. Sovereign was defeated, any hopes of summoning Shontek dashed. With the war ended, it was not only the Shiar that were slowly assimilated into the realm, but now the Guardians too, their purpose complete but their lives continuing on. For an entire species, it was a crisis of purpose. 

Rhajadt did not know what to do with himself with the conflict behind him. He had no skills outside of combat, no knowledge of this world. At first, he occupied himself with repairing and shining his weapons, then those of his peers. It would seem it was something he held a talent for and somewhat naturally fell into a career of blacksmithing. More recently, he began experimenting with finer things, liking the way gems glimmer and metal polishes into delicate jewelry.