Verash of the Kevarash Quah

My new Main OC

Verash was born beneath the open sky of the Storval Plateau, a child of two worlds.

His mother, Sahri Vezhan, was a warrior of the Khevarash Quah — a nomadic drake-rider tribe that lives almost entirely in the saddle, returning only once each year to their hidden breeding cavern, Khevra’Tul.
His father, Gorzug Ironblood, was an orc barbarian of Belkzen, defeated by Sahri in a ritualized border contest of strength held every five years between select tribes of both lands.

Respect became bond.
Bond became love.
And Verash was born of it.

Among the Khevarash, such unions were not forbidden. They are nomads; they do not cling to soil long enough to let hatred root. But the child was watched closely. His slightly pointed orcish ears and narrow tusks made his heritage visible. The Quah’s leader, Thulgar Kharvek, observed him with sharp interest — and something unspoken that may have been envy.

As a boy named Tarek, “the restless stride,” Verash learned to ride almost before he learned to walk. He preferred the saddle so much that when forced to travel on foot, he sometimes staggered awkwardly — earning friendly mockery from other youths.

At twelve, he lost both parents to servants of the Whispering Tyrant during a southern venture near the cursed lands once known as Lastwall, now the Gravelands. From that day forward, he was raised by the entire Quah — hardened by grief, sharpened by expectation.

At sixteen, he completed the Rite of Binding. He claimed a drake egg, kept vigil in Khevra’Tul, and waited in silence until it hatched. The hatchling bit his arm first — drawing blood before trust.

He named the drake Tharuk.

Raising and training a riding drake proved far more demanding than riding the tribe’s ponies. Tharuk did not move like a horse — he surged, heavy and explosive. Verash was thrown more than once, but he adapted. Instead of resisting the drake’s momentum, he mastered it.

His style became uniquely his own:
mid-range javelin strikes launched at the apex of Tharuk’s forward surge, combining strength, mass, and precision.

By the time he reached adulthood, Verash was no longer defined by mixed blood or orphaned grief.

He was a Khevarash rider.

A man who carries two heritages — but rides with one purpose.

And beside him moves Tharuk, massive and steady, not as a mount…

…but as his second breath.