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J U R A I - R A I N S O N G
[ and Zoso ]

the basics

of my life's unworthy status

name;; Juraikra Rainsong
species;; once a shadowbeast Ether, now a human
age;; unknown, though is immortal
gender;; male
mother;; unknown
father;; unknown
links;;
Zoso- friend and partner.
Leon- friend.
Carol- friend.
Xerth- possible friend.
Leithan- son.

forever isolated

where do I go now?

Jurai is a bit of an enigma. He is oftentimes quiet, alone and doesn't like to speak - but also has times of emotional outburst, when he can't hold it in any longer. In battle, he is silent as a shadow; but if a friend is in danger, he will give voice.

Over the last few decades, Jurai's become more accustomed to people. He once walked among them knowing that he was different; due to Zoso's intervention, now he accepts it. Still, he is much more comfortable around creatures moreso than humans or elves. Demons he can relate to.

If one happens to befriend Jurai, he will do anything to protect them, even at the cost of his life... or his sanity. There is nothing the former Ether would do to save a friend from death, even if it meant sacrificing himself to the beast that dwells within.

this monster inside

is hidden from your eyes

Jurai looks to be a human of about mid-twenties, with blue eyes and dark blue hair. He wears a gilded breastplate, metal polished and dyed a clear sapphire. Underneath, he wears a tunic of lighter blue, with a black belt around the waist; a cloak the hue of midnight drapes around his shoulders, deep maroon on the underside. Fingerless black gloves that strap halfway up his arms fit over his hands, metal clasps a lightweight steel.

However, Jurai has two other forms. It is a beast that stands twice the height of a six-foot human, black in color, arms and legs twisted and bent like a spider's. Four talons grace each foot, arced downwards and four inches long, serrated on the inner curve. His face could only be described as a twisted rendition of dragon and cat; with fangs two inches long, like a snake's, and slitted white eyes rimmed in greenish blue. When he is not as far gone, his eyes are the same as his human form - deep blue, not slitted, pleading for release. The rest of his first-stage shadowbeast form is that of broken wings, feathered at the top and webbed at the bottom, that hang and drag to either side bound with bands of black leather; a lashing tail tipped with three spikes; and scaled plates that run down between his white-splashed wings.

His last-stage shadowbeast is simply that of an Olath shadowbeast, bigger than most, pitch black as night with crystalline, dark-blue eyes.

truly this is a curse

what are these powers even for?

Jurai is a swordsman, wielding a longsword decorated with a sapphire at the pommel and a line of gold ending five inches down the blade from the unadorned hilt. He is quick and has learned much of swordplay in recent years, able to fight nearly as good as he could with the lost use of magic.

There is one more thing, one more power, that he cannot use at will, one that his shadowbeast form has; though the mighty Olath know it not. When it finds this power, all hell shall break loose.

lyrics to this life

knives that cut too deep

Death until the dust, and we're waiting
Ruined in the rust, of our craving
It feels like, it feels like
Don't you know the cost, of your betrayal?
You're the one that's lost, you're gonna fail
It feels like, it feels like you're grasping with all your might

You can't take away my strength
Fix these broken wings
There's nothing left to fight (Live free or let me die)
You can't take away my pride, I won't be denied
There's nothing left to fight (Live free or let me die)

Insects walk below, I'm on a wire
Fire will burn below, but I am higher
It feels like, it feels like
Don't you know the cost, of your betrayal?
You're the one that's lost, you're gonna fail
It feels like, it feels like you're grasping with all your might

You can't take away my strength
Fix these broken wings
There's nothing left to fight (Live free or let me die)
You can't take away my pride, I won't be denied
There's nothing left to fight (Live free or let me die)

Do you remember how
You became who you are now?
Do you remember how
It felt to fight without
Grasping with all your might?

You can't take away my strength
Fix these broken wings
Nothing left to fight

You can't take away my strength
Fix these broken wings
There's nothing left to fight (Live free or let me die)
You can't take away my pride, I won't be denied
There's nothing left to fight
Nothing left to fight (Nothing left to fight)
Live free or let me die
Live free or let me die
Live free or let me die

Live Free or Let Me Die by Skillet,
revised by Blazeh.

a truest friend

Zoso, what would I do without you?


The draconic companion that is usually found at Jurai's side has no less than four distinct forms - evolutions, if you want to call it that. His first form is a little dragon, medium-dog sized, with white scales marked with gold. He wears a mask made of bone, deep blue eyes that match Jurai's flickering in the mask's shadowy depths. What look to be sheared-off horns jut out from the back of his skull, blue in color. Tiny, vestigial wings that hover just over his shoulderblades - not attached - can be seen when he turns, much like a sculpture's attempt at clay bird wings.


His second form is much bigger, a raptorlike beast that stands upon two paws, about the height of a tall human. His tail is longer, wings bigger, enabled for flight - teeth protrude from his long upper jaw, and the bone mask covers narrower eyes. Two more miniature wings hover over his hindquarters, encrusted with multicolored jewels as his larger wings do.


His third form is once again quad, more like a lumbering dinosaur than lean raptor-beast. His wings have grown to fit his muscular body - a form covered now in thick armor, jewels glittering in the center of few plates. The rear wings are also bigger.


His last form could be called a 'fully-armored' evolution, and once again he stands on two paws. Large spines and horns cover his body now at places, shining blue in the sun. His bone mask curves up and around to frame his face like twin crescent moons. This is when he is at his most powerful - but it also takes the most energy to control.

His personality is very formal, and he observes manners wherever he can. He is not quick to anger, and when he and Jurai are together, Zoso does most of the talking.

and so it ends

we must observe the credits, no doubt

Mememememe /shot

Coding by Blazeh. Picture of Jurai by Lumi (#2858) on gryffs. Pictures of Zoso by me.
Hence the 'me'. c: