Aurorek

Name: Rorek Saaliel Winters (Laughing Snake), Brooke is an honorific bestowed by his sister. Full demon name is Aurorek Saaliel (Saaliel a moniker meaning of the Warlock Clan).

Age: 38. Age by Appearance: Stopped aging in his Late 20s- Early 30s. Immortal.

Race: 2nd gen pureblood Naga Demon. Human side is full Oglala.

Family: Father Naga, king of the Naga clan demons. Mother Nagina, queen of the naga clan demons. Half sisters Gillette (Gilly) and Bernadette Brooke who share the same demon father but have a different human mother. Oglala Father Standing Elk Winters, surrogate mother Sings with Birds. He regards his Oglala parents as his true parents and his demon parents by blood as his clan leaders and patrons.

Forms: male and female human forms are his default. Can also assume and learn to take various other animal forms including any kind of snake includung black mamba, rattlesnakes, copperhead, various birds, reptiles and an enochian seraph form that resembles his male human form but covered in sleek grey scales with black wings. His Naga Demon form is his true form.

Appearance:
• As human-- Both male and female form are similar with exception of gender differences. They are a very beautiful Oglala woman as a female and an attractive Oglala man as a male but have unique hair colouring. They have earth toned skin, long silvery grey-blue hair and brown, blue, red or jet black eyes. Black if tapping demon aspects, Light Blue if tapping storm elements, Deep Blue if tapping hell fire elements, Red if tapping fire elements.

• His enochian seraph form resembles his male human form but covered in sleek grey scales with black wings. Can also assume various other animal forms.

• Demon form is a huge, platinum grey, white bellied, black mamba snake, or a giant rattlesnake, copperhead or constrictor from the waist down and scaled humanoid from the waste up with a flattened crest of blue-grey feathers giving way to locks of silky long hair the same color. The inside of his mouth is black when a mamba. Naga of his generation can assume various snake forms. 

Demeanor: usually friendly and soft spoken with a calm disposition but is shy of strangers until he grows to trust them. 

Property: Ferryshire Farm, a small thousand acre horse and livestock farm outside the ferry crossing town of Ferryshire. The farm is in a mountain valley and has a beautiful river running through it surrounded by mountains. There are stables, a large barn, paddocks, animal pens, pastures and various kinds of crops including a small orchard on the farm. His farm doesn't give Rorek a lot of extra free time. 

Farmhands:

•   Arlos,

•   Finross,

•  Camden,

•  Hargrove,

•  Baxter,

• and Lorena (keeps the house, cooks and does the books)

Abilities:
• Refer to Naga Demon page for Demon information.
• Paths: Sorcery, Chaosmancy (Pentacle of Creation and Arcane Weaver)
• Combat skills include melee, firearms, archery, artillery, military training and elemental attacks.
• Common skills include wilderness and underground survival, campfire cooking, cooking, climbing, swimming, flight, stealth, pick locks, traps, hunting, equestrian, animal care, drive car and motorcycle, leadership. Educated as an eclectic scholar of Acheron, Chaosian Priest.

History:
Rorek had been in the woods for two weeks getting to know the lay of the land but it was time now to venture into the city and get acquainted with the realm's people, and what better place for that than its streets and local pubs? So it was the fairly young, native american looking man with the earth toned skin and long silvery-blue hair, doused his camp's fire, pulled his long steely blue hair back and braided it into a single pony braid, weaving and securing it with a long length of agate beaded leather lace, then after saddling his coffee dapple horse, he swept his long, dark grey cloak around his shoulders, picked up his leather pack, mounted up and set off for the city.

It was half a day's ride to the city once he met the dirt road in the forest which was a two hour ride from his camp. The camp site along with his tent in that little clearing by the creek he had chosen was veiled in shadows by Lore, his people's word for the enchantment of items, surfaces (including flesh) and scrolls through scribed sigils and ritual practices.

If an uninvited vistor came upon his camp it would not reveal itself as it was phased into the realm of shadows by the lore there that was likewise hidden. It was scribed into smooth stones placed around the camp perimeter that were likewise veiled by the shadow realm. The area would simply appear unused. If it was discovered there was little to take; a canvas tent, bedroll of furs, canteen, various food items, a few camp tools, rope, and some camp cookware and dishes all neatly stowed. Rorek kept a nice camp.

At length Rorek left the dirt road behind for a paved road which he guided his horse along the shoulder of, avoiding any highways. His horse was well trained and was not bothered by cars or loud motorcycles, the later of which Rorek owned, a vintage Indian motorcycle. He opted to ride his horse Khola for this journey nevertheless, resting the calm hearted stallion periodically to let him graze off the side of the road or drink for clean streams.

By evening the animals leather booted hooves could be heard clopping down the streets of Rhydin, Rorek sitting relaxed on his back like he was born to a horse, which he very much wasn't. Rorek had to work hard at getting his horses to trust him (horses hated snakes, especially poisonous ones) and raising horses in Acheron's cavernous wilds and metropolises was equally as challenging. Rorek had fallen in love with the first horse he met and there was no stopping him from raising his own herd after that. Now they were all mature and well trained he wanted to bring them out of Acheron and to a ranch of his own and he chose RhyDin. Why? He liked what he had heard about it and did some research that sealed his decision. But horses were expensive and he needed to find a good paying job. He had enough money from several tours of military service to purchase some land and pay the bills for awhile, but he needed steady income so finding a trade or employment was high on his list.

So there Rorek was riding his coffee dappled blonde maned overo paint horse down the street looking over the business facades he rode past in search of a pub or inn that struck his fancy. He was thirsty too and could do with a drink as could his horse who loved beer, lager especially, a sentiment Rorek shared. And so his story as it was in RhyDin began...