The story of Zatoke is a rather simple one. Born in the town of Liberty,
it was discovered at an early age that he had a talent for magic. With that
said, he was sent to the Tower of Sorcery, to go to school. When he got
there, his whole world changed. The wonders of magic were limitless, but he
was not allowed to learn the magic he wished. He had to go through the
steps, and the politics, just like everyone else. It turned out to be not
what he expected. While he excelled at the lessons, the cruelty involved
with the teachings, the backstabbing, and even the disappearances were
unnerving. With all that, he was determined to progress, and so he learned
everything they would teach.
One day, he allowed himself to be brought into a plot, to break into the
secret libraries. The place where he could gain true power, it was too
tempting not to try. Things were going quite well, when they went
successfully through the various trials to reach them, and finally they
were before the door. Little did they know the final door was the real
trap, and not the real entrance to the library. Upon opening, they stepped
through the door, only to find themselves in someplace else.
Surrounded by blackness, the sounds of the screams of his companions, and the
tangy smell of blood on the air. Spells were cast, and in moments he saw
nothing. When he came to, he was in another place. He couldn't feel his
body, but found he wasn't dead. He only had a choice to make. Choice made,
he jerked awake, only to find himself in his bed back in the tower. Rising,
he dressed himself, and left not to return.
Pale storm gray eyes meet your gaze the turmoil within striking a chord
within you. The intensity of his gaze is borderline psychotic. When
finally, you take in the rest of him, what stands before you is quite
surprising. Pale blond hair is cut almost militantly short with a
single lock hanging over his smooth face. His arms while skinny still
appear hardened from work, dark colored veins visible beneath his skin.
Large feathered wings extend from his back, a charcoal black, dusted
with just the smallest bit of white. His wings, seem slightly over-large
for a humanoid figure of his size, like they are far more than necessary
to carry him.