Zakail Sudekai: Dimensional Traveler

About Me~

  A young arctic wolf, looking about his early twenties or possibly late teens. His fur is sheer white with no visible markings whatsoever. His long brown hair comes to just below his shoulders, always very unkempt as if he has no time to brush it. Topping it he wears a black box cap. You know, one of those square-ish looking ones? It's marked with a white skull and crossbones and looks very worn. He moves about in a very lackadaisical manner, not really paying much attention to those around him. His teal eyes peer around him, seeming to be almost part wolf and part snake, their unnatural glow shining on any he gazes upon. He wears a small silver watch-like object, seemingly fused to his right wrist with a bunch of buttons on it. Around his neck, worn snuggly to it is a small pink dog collar; a gift from his Big Wuff along with the notch in his left ear. His baggy black cargo pants are torn at the backs of the legs from constantly slipping under his footpaws as he walks. He wears an assortment of black band t-shirts or some of those goofy ones with hilarious statements or quotes. Needless to say, all his shirts are black. He's never seen without his small dumpy looking black bag, always going through it for this thing or that, sometimes pulling things out of it that don't look like they should fit.

-Zakail's Past-

 Zakail was born on a small uninteresting planet in a galaxy no one has ever really heard of. This place was your average high tech evolved society that was just starting to colonize the nearby solar system. He lived here for most of his young life in one of the planet's many cities, going to school and doing rather well for himself. Parents were never really important to Zakail, living in a foster home since birth and never getting adopted.

Once he graduated third in his class he took on jobs at small science facilities, helping researchers test new equipment. The mundane life he led changed around his fourth year of working with a particular radical fellow by the name of Fabian; Zakail being around the age of nineteen. Fabian was what some would call a "Mad Scientist" but Zakail preferred to say he "Did what was necessary for progress in a stagnant world."

On a particularly important day, Zakail finally felt he was making a difference in the world of technology. Fabian had been working on a time machine that would allow the user to visit places in time without the risk of changing anything and ripping apart the space-time continuum. Zakail was very excited for this, he was certain this would be his claim to fame: Helping the greatest scientist ever known change the way history was seen for years to come. 

...Fortunately this was not the case

 When he strapped on the small silver device his fur stood on end, feeling the immense energy pulsing within it. Following Fabian's instructions carefully he pressed a few buttons on it to set his destination and started it up. At first they stood around, waiting for something to happen. Zakail scoffed and told Fabian it must be broken. As he started to walk towards him to give it back he felt a searing pain on his wrist. Electrical arcs flashed across the device's silver surface as it fused itself to him. Zakail fell to his knees howling in pain as the arcs spread to the floor, flying all around him. The energy seemed to focus more, creating a ball around him that caused Fabian to back away in shock, not sure of what fate he had just sentenced his favorite assistant to. After only a few moments the energy became solid, shielding Zakail from view and starting to spin around him. A loud "KRAK!" and "BOOM!" and the orb disappeared in a flash of light, nothing left but a scorch mark on the floor remained. 

When Zakail woke and his blurred vision cleared he found himself in a strange new land, unlike anything he had ever seen in his own galaxy. This was just the beginning of his travels, which once he figured out how to use the Dimensional Transporter Fabian had unwittingly created, would take him to far off lands people had only dreamed of. 

His infamous Bag of Many things would come to him later, in a small low-tech world called Golarion, but that's another story entirely. The same applying to his strange eyes and snake-like tongue. Talk to him for long enough and perhaps he'll tell you it.

 -Big Wuff / Master-

  ~Rubri

 -Guardian & Close Friend-

  ~Senrain

 -Bag of Many Things-

  ~Can only be used by Zakail. Anyone else trying to take things out of the bag will find it empty and quite ordinary.

~Completely Indestructable

~Contains a pocket dimension about 12' x 12' 

 -Known Contents of The Bag-


Watcher Orb: Small onyx orb. Flick before sleeping, hovers about a foot in the air glowing faintly green. Cannot be moved or deactivated except by user. User can watch surroundings from orb's POV as if dreaming while asleep.

Notebook: Small, black notebook with golden egyptian script on the cover. Pages are all blank until someone's name is written with accompanying pen. Notebook will display how many if any people or sentient beings that person has killed and a brief description of the circumstances for each. 

Bags of Trail Mix

Las Pistol Charge Packs

Whetstone

Tons of other stuff that has yet to be seen by others. 

-Known Contents of The Bag-

Watcher Orb: Small onyx orb. Flick before sleeping, hovers about a foot in the air glowing faintly green. Cannot be moved or deactivated except by user. User can watch surroundings from orb's POV as if dreaming while asleep.

Notebook: Small, black notebook with golden egyptian script on the cover. Pages are all blank until someone's name is written with accompanying pen. Notebook will display how many if any people or sentient beings that person has killed and a brief description of the circumstances for each. 

Bags of Trail Mix

Las Pistol Charge Packs

Whetstone

Tons of other stuff that has yet to be seen by others. 

-Known Contents of The Bag-

Watcher Orb: Small onyx orb. Flick before sleeping, hovers about a foot in the air glowing faintly green. Cannot be moved or deactivated except by user. User can watch surroundings from orb's POV as if dreaming while asleep.

Notebook: Small, black notebook with golden egyptian script on the cover. Pages are all blank until someone's name is written with accompanying pen. Notebook will display how many if any people or sentient beings that person has killed and a brief description of the circumstances for each. 

Bags of Trail Mix

Las Pistol Charge Packs

Whetstone

Tons of other stuff that has yet to be seen by others. 

Notebook: Small, black notebook with golden egyptian script on the cover. Pages are all blank until someone's name is written with accompanying pen. Notebook will display how many if any people or sentient beings that person has killed and a brief description of the circumstances for each. 

Bags of Trail Mix

 Golden Revolver: Found in what had seemed to be a dream and brought back out with him through mysterious circumstances; this beautifully crafted pistol appears to be completely golden, with ornate designs engraved across it. One particular engraving of note is the word "Truth" along its side.  

Tons of other stuff that has yet to be seen.