I was born in Port Kar to Jay'lab and Stareen, my mother died shortly after I was born, by an assassin's poison. My father was a wealthy captain of Port Kar but born of the Plains of Turia, why he left he never shared. He kept to the way of the Wagon People in many ways, one was my name, I had to earn it, until I was eight I was known simply as One meaning I was the eldest child well only child, well I thought at that time I found out later in life I had two older brothers but that is a seprate story altogether...grins.

My father being captain was gone for weeks at a time, he first showed me a quiva and bola the weapons of the nomads from the plains when I was five. Just before leaving on a voyage he showed me exercises with the weapons and some mental training exercises as well, both to help me learn to master the weapons. He told me I had to practice every day for many hours while he was gone and that he would know if I did or not and that he would test me upon his return.

I did practice diligently every day for as much as I could - being five I had lots of time to do so - I wanted nothing but to make my father proud of me and earn my name. He can back some seven weeks later and came to me in the court yard where I practice and asked if I did as he told me to do, I told him I did. His only response was defend your self. I took up a comfortable stance watching him carefully, bola in one hand quiva in another. He circled me slowly I followed him with my eyes turning when he was about to go out of my line of sight. He struck out with his right hand like lightning I stepped back quickly as I lashed out with my bola while he was off balance. I guess he thought at five, I would have played rather then practiced. My bola tangled his foot and he almost fell, but I lunged at him my minimal weight crashing into him, he caught me easily in his massive arms. I brought my quiva to his throat holding it steady, he looked at me as he never had before with what I found out later to be pride.

After that day he gave me more and different exercises to add to the ones I already used, also he provided a slave to practice my bola on as a moving target. It was a male slave as my father told me female slaves were more valuable to him, now I understand what he meant…grins. Soon he introduced me to the horn bow most commonly used by the wagon people, the peasant bow, and the scimitar as he said they might come in handy sometime. With the weapons he also taught me of the nomads and their ways, I was fascinated by them. I practiced and learned all that my father would teach me.

When I was but eight, I killed an assassin - maybe the same one as killed my mother as he was never found - he came into our house over a wall that for some reason wasn't being watched. I saw him as I was practicing in the courtyard as he passed by a window. Upon seeing a stranger in my home I followed him. He walked around as if he knew his way around which disturbed me greatly, when he came upon my fathers office he withdrew a dagger. It was then that I knew him for what he was, I walked up behind him silently as not to let him know my presence, he was quietly unlatching the door just about to enter. Using all that my father taught me I calmed myself and pulled out two quiva's, one in each hand, and tapped him on the shoulder, he whirled his dagger streaking above my head probably expecting a larger guard not a small child. Then I crossed my arms so that the quiva's were by my opposite shoulders and with a scissor motion my quivas opened him up at throat and belly. His cry was a strangled gurgle and he fell backwards, crashing open the unlatched door. My father jumped up from behind his desk quivas appearing in his own hands he looked at me spattered with blood then the body and the dagger dropped on the floor. He put away his weapons and walked to me placing a hand on his shoulder. "Today lad, you have earned your name from this day on you will be known as Dragon." I couldn't believe it I finally earned my name my face was a picture of pride and happiness as was my fathers.

The next night we had a celebration and a great feast. My father gifted me with a set of quivas, the hilts were gold and in the shape of a serpent - I later found out it was a dragon a mythical creature from earth very powerful and majestic - I was proud to learn of my namesake. That night my father also shared with me that I would be accompanying him on the next couple voyages and learn the way of the Thassa learn the way of a sailor. Also that night of the great feast of my manhood my father gave me my first scar a courage scar, I again was filled with pride as my fathers face held many a scar and I knew I followed a honorable and great man.

After many voyages and years went by I found myself as captain of half my fathers fleet, this mind you is about the same time as a man named Bosk of the Marshes came to be quiet an influence in Port Kar, as well as the time when the troubles with Cos and Tyros started. When most captains fled and a homestone was produced for our city my father and I sided with Bosk and took our fleet of tarn ships and round ships against that of Cos and Tyros. My father was wounded badly in the battle and we lost a number of ships, my father died shortly after returning to the city. I stayed in Port Kar long enough to sell all I owned but one tarn ship and then I departed to explore Gor and to find a new place to call home as Port Kar now held nothing for me. From there I traveled to one end of Gor to the other drinking fighting gambling and learning all I could. On my travels I met a lot of people from many parts and learned many new skills.

My final destination, the only home I have ever known if only from tales from my father. I was on the Plains of Turia, the vast endless sky and the equally endless rolling grassland reminded me of the Thassa and I knew I was home deep in my gut, I also knew why my father went from here to the sea they are much similar. The first of the wagon people I met was the Kassar's there I was welcomed and many thought I was from the plains as I had the courage scar and weapons of the people. Unfortunately what I sought was not with the Kassar's so I departed from them. I traveled the endless plains and met with more of the people, but none had what I needed - I didn't even know, I only knew I would feel it and know it when it came - then I came to the Paravaci, and with them the feeling of home set in to my bones, I requested to join them to become a member and was accepted. While among the Paravaci I was Viktela Torvis - an elite group of warriors providing defense of the camp as well as for raids - not long after I was promoted to the rank of Sub-Commander. Life was good, I was finally home, I had my F/family, my Brothers at my back and a home stone to be proud of but something was still missing. It was about this time that a slave caught my eye. She was beautiful, sensual, and let me tell you she could dance and serve to make your blood boil - at least mine did - …grins. Her name was mahasin, she was a yellow silk and very feisty, just what I needed to complete my life. I asked the Ubar if I could purchase her, his response was to wait awhile. I found out why, she was to be tested for red silks first, which she aced perfectly I may add and I am proud of her. It was then that I collared her, my untamed larl that she was, I changed her name to jazmin as she is as sweet as the flower and moves with a feline grace. She honors me with all she does and I take pride in her. Many things have changed btu I won't bore you with all the details suffice it to say I left Paravaci with my Big Brothers CASCA and TAKAN and went to Tuchuk, all three of us sat the seat of Ubar in Tuchuk and all of us choose to give it to another more suitable as we wanted a simple life. I am still with my big brothers the twins but now our home is in Torvaldsland Vanir's Fjord to be exact, with a strong Honorable Jarl Kurzon the Hunter and an Honorable F/family. Many things have happened good and bad, I still own jazmin and she still pleases me greatly. I find myself in Port Kar a lot as I am part owner of a Tavern, The Ost Inn, if you have a problem or you just want to visit those are the places I am along with jazmin my brothers and their slaves doing what we do best fighting furring and drinking...not in that always order...grins.