Jaeros

This is actually a character from an original story I created about three to four years ago. However...due to me losing interest in writing the story, the entire project never really saw the light of day. The only things that actually did manage get onto paper were just a few lousy paragraphs. If I had finished writing the project it would have been called "The Chronicles of the Sundravi Dragons".

Here's a little excerpt tho...just to give you an idea of what I had originally wanted to do with his character.

[i] Jaeros slowly trailed the outline of the tatoo covering the right side of his face with his fingers as he glanced at the reflection in the shimmering pool of water. He scarcely recognized himself anymore. His hair and beard had grown far longer than he would have allowed it, had he still been back home. Trying to ignore the itches caused by his lice infested hair, he found himself unable to remember the last time he had been able to clean himself up a bit.

The face looking back at him disgusted Jaeros. He was an owned man now, sold into slavery by people he had trusted and known more than half his life.

The tatoo would simply serve him as a reminder of the betrayal for the rest of his days.

Every notion of time had fled from him. He simply did not know how many days had passed since he had been ambushed by his companions and sold to a slaver in one of the nearby villages. The old crone who had been assigned to watch over him believed that he must have been blessed by the Gods for she had seen stronger men die of the same wounds he had taken. A hoarse laugh escaped his throat.

Blessed was something he did not consider himself to be. [/i]