Ouzbek

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STATS
Name: Ouzbek
Age: Who's asking and why do you need to know?
Gender: Grouch (Male)
Race: Dwarf
Class: Metalworker Mage

Description: Ouzbek, like most dwarves is about as wide as he is tall, with broad shoulders, a barrel chest and short legs. He keeps his red, curly hair short but his beard long and his moustache braided. Indoors he wears leather or linnen pants and loose shirts, when going out he pairs this look with armour (leather when going out casually, metal when going to formal events).
Personality: Ouzbek is a miser. He acts a lot older than his (relatively) young years and feels best when hiding out in his home. He prefers working (in solitude) and will try hard to get out of party invitations. Despite this, Ouzbek quite likes the bustle of city life: Anonymous and Indifferent. He's quite happy living in his own little home, selling his wares and not interacting.
Skills:
     *Metal-working
     *Small acts of fire and electric magic
     *Sturdy build and strong
Enjoys: Liquor (he IS a dwarf), rare metals, intricate designs
Dislikes: Formality, sprouts (he will claim an allergy), swimming

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STORY
Ouzbek stepped inside the dark pub and took a seat at the bar. The pub was dimly lit, smoke filled the interior and the scent of stale beer, sweat and fire permeated the air. Ouzbek had worn his usual comfy leather armour, but when checking out the other patrons he almost wished he'd gone full formal as some of these guys looked to be trouble.
A washed up dwarf sat down beside him. Sizing each other up, the newcomer suddenly grinned and called for a round of beer for the two of them.
"Pleased to meet you, the name's Maryon." the dwarf introduced himself.
Ouzbek hesitated, but finally grasped the hand of Maryon and returned the greeting and gave his own name. Maryon had a pale, almost sickly complexion. Ouzbek didn't believe he'd ever seen a hairless dwarf before and the man had a breath that could kill. But he didn't give out any dangerous vibes and in fact seemed quite charming.
"I haven't seen you around here before." Maryon prompted.
"I don't come out much." Ouzbek added, "But every now and then a man wants to drink in company."
Although company was a big word, Ouzbek had just grown a bit bored of the solitude he usually kept and wanted to observe the city. He hadn't thought he'd be talking but strangely he wasn't opposed to a little light conversation.
Their beers arrived and Maryon went on.
"Best bar this close to the cemetary. Nice and dark too. Although maybe it could use some livening up."
Maryon turned toward the barkeep and yelled: "Can you put on some music, love?"
The barkeep, a hag seemingly slightly over a hundred with long white hair and long nails, grinned and put on a haunting tune that turned into a lively jig and ended in a screeching finale. The other patrons seemed to not mind and Ouzbek shrugged the noise away as well.
Maryon then turned back to him and said:
"I've a proposition for you. You see I once got hold of a treasure. Said treasure is multiplying and I can't keep it all to myself. So I'm looking for good people to take care of some of it. Interested?"
This sounded like one of those scams that were too good to be true. But Ouzbek had difficulty turning down the prospect of treasure. Valuables of any kind would be welcome. Although, he probably wasn't meant to sell this treasure by the speach he'd just been given. but then, how would Maryon find out if he did?
"Tell me where to go." Ouzbek said after downing his drink.
Maryon let out a bark of laughter, drew a map with directions and then got up.
"It's about time I go rescue a little fly. Naiquess can only take so much."
When the dwarf reached the door, he turned around once more and added: "Give my regards to Pinth when you see him."

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BOND
Following the map's directions, Ouzbek soon found himselfin unfamiliar territory. More people of different races were about as well. All of them seemed to be headed in the same direction so Ouzbek gathered that word of the treasure had gotten out. It didn't take him long to realise that Maryon had been talking about a living treasure as he soon saw large eggs of the draconic variety.
At this point, Maryon hesitated. Taking charge of a living thing would be a challenge. After all, up till now he'd not nursed anything other than a hangover. Although, spying the sire of the clutch... living thing might not be the right term. Still... the effort seemed bigger than the worth and Maryon was just about to turn back when a white and black dragon with brown wings that flickered with colour, stopped him.
"You're mine." Nausakonath said.
"You might be mistaken. I'm not good company."
"I am not picky. And I'm useful. Just let me come."
Realising that some treasure was cursed, Ouzbek relented and allowed Nausakonath to follow him home.

Nausakonath bonded at the Rainbow Glitz

STATS
Name: Nausakonath
Gender: Male
Origin: Mirus Fortress
Parents: Coronataith x Pinth
Species: Undead Dragon Mutt
Colour: White-Dark Opal-Black (w/ black boots)
Size: 14' at the shoulder
Personality: Values friendship, feels guilty for letting someone down, works hard, charismatic. Ouzbek and Nausakonath seem very different at first, but Nausakonath will work hard to prove his worth to Ouzbek; in time they may come to appreciate each other.
Abilities:
     *Telepathy
     *Teleportation
     *Fire Breath
     *Fire Majyck
     *Influence Fire

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