Jarjuk

Jarjuk, the Elder Serpent is an ancient and powerful Full Moon this lunar can contend with Kejak for eldest exalt alive. Using powerful stamina charms this lunar has slept at times to revitalize himself and the years don't way so heavily on him. Though of late he tends to the form of a man originally this lunar was a woman born far to the south. She served loyally to an Eclipse Caste spymaster there and would kill at his discretion and faithfully ignored all of his indiscretions.

When the Ursurpation came she gladly left her husband to his death and fled to the wylds with the others. His will stronger then many of the lunars there he suffered little under the wylds influence before the No Moons mastered the arts of tattooing. Many long years had passed since then and the Chimera had been born. He was not willing to let these poor souls suffer and took it upon himself to end their lives so their essences could be reborn.

He has had little to do with lunar society since then, prefering his own self-appointed task over gathering a tribe, making beastmen or warring against civilization. At times he would sleep for years at a time and the world moved by before again he would awake and hunt then sleep again.

It has been 100 years since he was last heard of. It is not known wether the last first age chimera he fought killed him or if he killed it. The returning rumors of the solars has caught his attention and he moves amongst the world again to find the truth.

Jarjuk generally travells in the form of a tall, muscled and heavily tattooed and scarred man with no weapons. Though scarred, his eyes ancient and alien he is attractive enough that many might think him some form of strange Fair Folk. He has slitted snakes eyes and scales on parts of his arms and legs. His speed and strength are superhuman in anyform he might be in. A master shapeshifter, he can be virtually anything or anyone.

In DBT form his size swells to at least 14 feet in height, 6 powerful muscled arms with venom, claws, and scales hard enough to blunt the sharpest blade. Likely the single deadliest warrior in creation his mastery of shapeshifting and instincts are enough to quickly incapacitate any who might try to fight him.

Any lunar who sees him will know him, his tell and deeds enough that only those who have never spoken to a No Moon not knowing who he is. Perhaps it has something to do with what he once was, but lunars under a century of age he regards and acts towards much like a kindly father/mother figure. Just speaking to this Lunar of legend is likely to earn a lunar some fame. He however knows his skill, and his deeds and expects respect and deference from those he meets. A rank 10 lunar, he has earned it.

BogMod Still working on this.