Born on the 1st day of the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 300 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
He pointed ears and sullenly glowing yellow eyes. His silver hair is long and fine, and is worn loose, tucked behind his ears. He has fair skin.
He is an adult.
He is clean shaven.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a glaes quarterstaff, pair of ridged leather gauntlets with silver-wrapped cuffs, a night black panther mask with jade green eyeplates, a lumium ring robe, some lumium mail vambraces, some darkstone hand claws, a damite ceremonial shield, a grey gossamer cloak with the hood raised to conceal the face like a shrouding mist, a heavy ruazin wool duffel bag, an oiled leather carving case with a black jade panther clasp, a blackened ivory earcuff carved into the shape of a lounging panther, a stiff brocatelle quiver with a claw-shaped toggle, a sanguine leather foraging apron trimmed with inky black suede, a gold and citrine ring, a pair of scorched ankle boots with brass flame-shaped buckles, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, an engraved platinum cigarillo case clasped by a black jade panther, a heavy bourde haversack, a delicate gold pendant in the shape of a winged serpent clutching a cambrinth egg in its talons, a darkly painted lockpick case depicting a pair of emerald-eyed panthers, a sooty black firesilk sash fastened by an electrum scarab, and a worn grey hitman's backpack with fraying straps.
Born of a brief and tempestuous liason between River Elf boatswain and a young initiate of the Sisterhood of the Rose, Jomedus was born and “raised” (for lack of a better term) in and around Ain Ghazal. He inherited both his absent father’s wanderlust and his mother’s quiet disdain for authority. Quick to laugh but slow to trust, he has spent the last hundred years wandering from Elanthia to the Eastern Lands—often alone, but never lonesome.
Jomedus is naturally curious, often to his own detriment.
His familiar is a white falcon, named Avros.
He favors the elements of Air, Water, Fire, and Aether.
He is afraid of heights.
He is inordinately fond of taffelberries.