Description
His youth hides behind a thick tan on olive skin and a
full beard. His hair is curiously straight and a dark
brown. His smile seems to come easy but weakly, as if
missing some element that can't be pinpointed. His back
is straight but his legs are a bit bowed like he grew up
carrying loads. His face bears the scars of tribal art
or passing. A line of dots surrounds his face as if it
were a mask, able to be removed. They are small and
perfectly lined around in pink against his dark
complexion.
Role
Sluge, an Introduction.
Added Tue Jul 18 05:35:43 2006 at level 30:
Thinking back, to his younger days Sluge could not help but smile.
He's come a long way since Balator. Picking on pitifull orphaned
kids. He was never very nice. He was always pretty cruel, thinking
of new innovative ways to hurt people. He grew up near the Desert
city of Hamsah'Mutazz. He always envied those men who carried out
the whim of the Sultan with ultimate authority. Some of them were
extremely enthusiastic about their jobs, flailing with anabated fury.
Sluge grew to admire these men. He knows his boundaries, he knows
what he can get away with. He tackles his opportunities quickly,
always looking for ways to further his advancement. Some rumors
around his city are that he sometimes kills drunks and vagabonds
in the middle of the night as his special way of keeping the streets
clean.
Absolute power. The Ultimate goal, control of the civilized World.
With enough ambition, drive and ability Sluge believes he can rise
to power. Whether he feels he deserves it or not, he will strive
for it with each and every breath. Salvation is not an option for
this soul so controlled by strength and power. Control will give
him the options he lacked previously, the ladder to the top.