| Jalzar of the Sunscale Tribe | |
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| Involuntary Pacifist | |
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| Nicknames: Jalzar of the Critical Miss | |
| Race: Lizardfolk | |
| Gender: Male | |
| Born: Jasta 14th | |
| Age: Adult (on the older side) | |
| Class: Fighter | |
| Eye color: Orange | |
| Hair color: … uhh… | |
| Affiliation: Sunscale Tribe |
Rather noble for a lizardman, Jalzar is a go-between between his tribe and a small village called Ashton… or at least, he was until goblins kidnapped him and sold him to Freida Briarclaw's coven. He had been on the run from the Briarclaws ever since he was released to give the wolves something to hunt, doing whatever it took to survive and helping any victims of the druids that he encountered. The Vigilant Guardians found him and Luethil holed up in a cave, battling a sizable portion of the Briarclaw Fiendish Wolfpack. After the wolves were defeated, he and Luethil enlisted temporarily with the Guardians to bring down Briarclaw. Afterward, he returned to his tribe.
Jalzar is known to smoke a pipe. He is also known to have terrible, horrible, no good, very bad luck. He has consistently rolled fumbles in combat, which has led to players giving him the nickname "Jalzar of the Critical Miss." He's a somewhat private individual, preferring to keep the details of his personal life to himself, while also being charismatic enough to act as a diplomat between humans and lizardfolk tribes.
Jalzar is first and foremost a front-line fighter. A born protector, he knows full well how tough his scales are, and is inclined to use them to shield others. His strength is nothing to look down on, either! Now if only he could stop rolling fumbles…
His birthday is Jasta 14th.