Jukra Mahl

[Fleech-Hunter]

Name: Jukra Mahl
Age: 34
Birthplace: Southerwestern Mossflower coast
Gender: Male
Species: Mink/Ferret hybrid
Job/Position: Juska Chieftain
Physical Description:

Jukra is a fearsome sight, solid black from head to toe and all lean muscle. It's clear from the looks of him he's probably faster than he is strong, and it's the truth. His sinewy body is quick and deadly, but don't underestimate his strength. He is stronger than he looks.

Fearsome eyes of an ethereal ice blue observe the world with a cold demeanor. He is frightening to behold, such a dark creature with such stark, light eyes. It can be unsettling when facing him.

Like most Juska the beast is covered in tattoos, sigils and burn scars. Due to his dark fur, scars show up well, so he's branded himself with several markings to show his status as leader of the Juskamahl. He bears elliptical patterns that ring each bicep like an armlet and upon the palm of his right paw he has burned in the symbol of his Juska tribe, a crescent moon trapped end by end by the point of a lethal javelin. Every creature of his tribe is forced to get the symbol branded onto their body, and it has become customary to have it branded upon the palm of a creature's right paw, just like Jukra.

Jukra's colors are red and yellow, the colors of blood spilling across his crescent harvest moon. All his creatures bear the colors either in dyed scars or in fresh warpaint.

Not necessarily tall, Jukra stands at 5'10" and looks as though he were a sturdy warrior. Every inch of him whispers of a foreign heritage and yet he looks right at home amongst his Juska brethren. Due to his mink ancestry, he bears paws that are half-webbed and tends to swim well because of it, almost as at home in the water as an otter.

Clothing-wise, no Juska truly wears much. More often than not Jukra is in naught more than a loin-cloth.

Belongings:

Jukra carries with him the three weapons of his exquisite choice:

A very evil-looking spiked buckler which he wears on his scarred right paw.

A very swift curved sickle-sword.

And a brass chakram, a device in which the ferret hybrid is extremely accurate with.

Personality:

A serious creature by nature, Jukra is a beast of both plan and action. Born to lead, the ferret is one who seizes opportunity and uses fear to his advantage.

Manipulative, calculating and efficient, he does all he can to leave no issue unattended. Even as a youth he was ambitious, and that ambition has not yet been quelled.

Jukra seeks above all glory and renown, he is a true Juska, craving battle and glory and yet longs to earn the Juska a name that will be feared for seasons to come, even after his death.

Serious to a fault, he never jokes, and some believe he never smiles.

At least...nobeast has ever seen him do it.

But the hybrid, too, waits on tradition. He respects the Juska name, admires the Juska lineage. He wants nothing more than to prove himself a fitting leader and bring as many tribes of the Juska as he can under one banner.

He's succeeded in many ways, and yet still wants more.

Like all Juska, Jukra is highly superstitious and believes in the words of seers. He's currently led by the wise words of an arctic vixen whom his tribe whispers bears the blood of wolves in her, visible by her gold right eye and left silver eye. Half sun, half moon, she is known as, fittingly, Starwatcher.

History:

Born to a ferret mother, Jukra never knew his mink father. The female told him he was foreign, from a land to the north, where the snow ruled the land and made creatures fierce. Jukra grew with such tales in his young head, aspiring to succeed and become that great northern warrior. This mink, this foreigner whom he never met...he wanted such a fearsome name for himself.

Mahl he had been called, and so Jukra took the name as his last.

His mother had joined the Juska when she was still pregnant with the hybrid, and finally having the kit meant she could court a Juska warrior and secure her position in the tribe.

As Jukra grew, she did so successfully with the current chieftain's second in command, a ferret by the name Bladepaw. When Jukra was eight he became an older brother, and was yet again another two years hence.

Bora and Naruk were his brothers, pure bred ferrets and far different from their hybrid elder sibling, but only in look. Bora was polecat colored and mostly dark while Naruk was silver with a gray body and white head. But all three shared the ice blue eyes of their mother, and one who looked long enough would know they shared blood.

Jukra grew alongside his siblings, and a plan began to form... Three against one, how easily a sibling coup could overthrow one simple creature...

The older hybrid explained his plan to his young, impressionable siblings, and they all agreed it was a fine plan. But they all agreed it should wait until they were stronger. They could train and fight and learn the ways of the Juska, and when the time came...seize their opportunity to claim the tribe for themselves.

Bora grew to be lean and swift, he chose the longbow as his weapon and trained in the art of sharp-shooting. Soon there was hardly a beast that could best him. And often times no creature was more silent than Bora. He became known as Borashade among his tribe mates, renowned for his skill with stealth and sharp-shooting.

Naruk grew large like his father, layered in thick muscle and far stronger than his other siblings. The frightening ferret chose a double-bladed battle axe as his weapon of choice, and for his immense strength and deadliness with the weapon he became known as Naruk Axepaw.

Jukra grew to be well-rounded, strong, fast and efficient. His weapons of choice made him both quick and deadly. He was the perfect medium between his two brothers and made an excellent leader among them. And somehow...the tribe sensed something would come of the three siblings. It was just a matter of when...

It came when Jukra was 30. Patiently he had been biding his time while his chieftain grew weaker as the seasons passed. Easily Jukra could have killed the creature without a thought in his sleep...but he wanted his tribe to see his greatness. Openly he challenged the creature, claiming he could no longer lead and that he should step down. Unwilling, the stoat stood by, reached for his weapon, and yelled his battle cry to the skies.

It was a swift affair, the stoat had been growing older and was not the warrior he used to be. Still, Jukra suffered a wound for his action. In the heat of battle the wily stoat had taken a pawful of sand and thrown it into the hybrid's eyes. Blinded, Jukra suffered an arcing slash across the side of his head. The blow narrowly missed his eye but left a trailing wound from crown to jaw. Enraged, Jukra finished the creature by tearing into his throat with his fangs, offering a grizzly end to a once great warrior.

It was customary that Jukra inherit the chieftainship to the Juska tribe, the tribe adopting his surname as their new title, Juskamahl. Nobeast dared challenge the wild-eyed hybrid, not after his display of brutality in finishing off their former leader.

Cheers rang through for his victory as the colors were changed and Jukra ordered to have their new symbol burned onto his paw. Those who knew the creature best and respected his skill quickly followed suit, branding their paws with Jukra's symbol and assuring their positions in the new order.

It soon became a custom for all Juskamahl, to brand their right palm with the symbol of their chieftain.

Even his brothers and their mother followed suit. Something her husband did grudgingly, feeling robbed from the throne as it were.

Four years it has been since that day, four years since the violent overthrow left the Juska in the paws of a vicious hybrid and his two brothers who were swiftly promoted to the rank of captain. Their positions secure, the trio of warriors sought to make their tribe fierce and efficient, demanding excellence and loyalty from those who served under them, and from those who freshly joined.

In the span of those four years Jukra managed to conquer two other Juska tribes, the Juskafehn and the Juskama'at. Both forces were forced to join their new chieftain as their old leaders fell to his power and strength, forced to realize his greatness as Juska, and his right to rule.

He has amassed a sizable force of 300 under his banner, all seasoned warriors or the young seeking glory. His Juska are strong, and believe in their chieftain's words that he will strike fear into the hearts of those who know the name Juska. That he will conquer all the tribes and collect them under his banner. That he alone can lead them to victory.

And with his track record...he just might succeed.

[Tirael]

This is a fantastic bio. Glad we finally have a good Juska around here.

Accepted!