A 7 ft Lizardman with higher than average intelligence for his species. Zgathor is androgenous, and does not refer to themselves in the first person. Zgathor pronouns are they/them, and refers to themselves by using we/our.
- Age
- 12
- Gender
- N/A
- Eyes
- Yellow surrounded reptilian pupils, green, and ringed by blue
- Hair
- None, green frills tinged with purple
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Mossy Blue
- Height
- 5 ft. 10in.
- Weight
- 165lbs.
Hatched and raised in the Swamps of Toril, Zgathor spent their adolescence surrounded by the tribal lifestyle common to most Lizardfolk. Zgathor, however, had an inexplicable curiosity and wanderlust, far beyond what is usually considered normal for a Lizardfolk. This unusual curiosity and wanderlust led to Zgathor becoming the foremost forager in their Tribe, as Zgathor knew the best locations to forage, and kept track of growing cycles. Even in the off-season, Zgathor could bring twice as much food back to the Tribe as any other Gatherer.
On one particular day in their young adult years, Zgathor was out foraging, only to find that one of his more frequent foraging grounds had been covered by a landslide. This did not discourage Zgathor. In fact, it excited them. Zgathor now had an excuse to range even farther from his home. As Zgathor pushed deeper into the woods, they began to smell blood, and began to hear the ever increasing and incessant cawing of crows. Following their senses, Zgathor eventually came upon the corpse of a humanoid male. Zgathor guessed that this person had been dead for about a week, two at most based on the decomposition of the body and level of predation. Various fluids surrounded the area, and a large pool of clotted blood spread out from underneath the corpse. However, lying next to the body was a book in pristine condition, despite lying in a pool of blood, in the woods.
Zgathors natural curiosity overrode their good sense, and they picked up the book and opened it. As they did so, magical energy streamed from the book and invaded Zgathors body and mind. The magic within the book gave Zgathor knowledge on how to read the language it was written in, which happened to be Common. Additionally, it filled Zgathors mind with knowledge of the Arcane. From this day forward, Zgathor would spend most of their time practicing their newfound skills, and using them to discover things others could not.
Some months later, Zgathor was practicing their Alarm spell in order to better hunt game, when they happened upon something curious. A dark wood door stood alone in an empty spot between two trees. Naturally, Zgathor could not leave this mystery unturned, and they could sense the massive Transmutative properties of the door. Turning the knob Zgathor opened the door and became momentarily immobilized by awe. Stood in front of them was an alley of high walls and noise. Zgathor then took and unconscious step forward, then another, and before they knew it, Zgathor crossed the threshold of the door, only coming out of their stupor once the door had slammed shut behind them. Zgathor desperately tried to reopen the door, and succeeded, only to be met with the dusty, sun streaked air and cobwebs of an abandoned warehouse.
Despondent, lost, and mourning the loss of their home, Zgathor began to wander. Soon, they got lost in exploring this new land, and despite themselves, Zgathor started to collect the knick-knacks they found. Sometimes it was as if Zgathor could hear them. He would follow a ringing, a sense, a noise that Zgathor felt more than they heard.
One particular night, Zgathors explorations brought them to a long forgotten corner of the sewer system. It was there that they made a Discovery, and they were forever changed.
They had become Zgathor, Conduit of Discovery.
On one particular day in their young adult years, Zgathor was out foraging, only to find that one of his more frequent foraging grounds had been covered by a landslide. This did not discourage Zgathor. In fact, it excited them. Zgathor now had an excuse to range even farther from his home. As Zgathor pushed deeper into the woods, they began to smell blood, and began to hear the ever increasing and incessant cawing of crows. Following their senses, Zgathor eventually came upon the corpse of a humanoid male. Zgathor guessed that this person had been dead for about a week, two at most based on the decomposition of the body and level of predation. Various fluids surrounded the area, and a large pool of clotted blood spread out from underneath the corpse. However, lying next to the body was a book in pristine condition, despite lying in a pool of blood, in the woods.
Zgathors natural curiosity overrode their good sense, and they picked up the book and opened it. As they did so, magical energy streamed from the book and invaded Zgathors body and mind. The magic within the book gave Zgathor knowledge on how to read the language it was written in, which happened to be Common. Additionally, it filled Zgathors mind with knowledge of the Arcane. From this day forward, Zgathor would spend most of their time practicing their newfound skills, and using them to discover things others could not.
Some months later, Zgathor was practicing their Alarm spell in order to better hunt game, when they happened upon something curious. A dark wood door stood alone in an empty spot between two trees. Naturally, Zgathor could not leave this mystery unturned, and they could sense the massive Transmutative properties of the door. Turning the knob Zgathor opened the door and became momentarily immobilized by awe. Stood in front of them was an alley of high walls and noise. Zgathor then took and unconscious step forward, then another, and before they knew it, Zgathor crossed the threshold of the door, only coming out of their stupor once the door had slammed shut behind them. Zgathor desperately tried to reopen the door, and succeeded, only to be met with the dusty, sun streaked air and cobwebs of an abandoned warehouse.
Despondent, lost, and mourning the loss of their home, Zgathor began to wander. Soon, they got lost in exploring this new land, and despite themselves, Zgathor started to collect the knick-knacks they found. Sometimes it was as if Zgathor could hear them. He would follow a ringing, a sense, a noise that Zgathor felt more than they heard.
One particular night, Zgathors explorations brought them to a long forgotten corner of the sewer system. It was there that they made a Discovery, and they were forever changed.
They had become Zgathor, Conduit of Discovery.
Appearance
Physical Description
Wiry and lean, surprisingly solid though
Mentality
Personality
The major events and journals in Zgathor's history, from the beginning to today.
The list of amazing people following the adventures of Zgathor.
Social
Birthplace
Swamps of Toril
Current Residence
Sigil
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Conduit of Discovery
Wealth & Financial state
A trove knick-knacks with no real value outside of sentimentality to those of whom that lost them.