Description
A well-muscled man of middle age stands here, dressed
in a patchwork of armors from many different cultures. He
seems almost worn down, his hair groomed but yet chaotic
from the road. Dust lines most of his belongings, and
several livid white scars peek through the clothing he wears.
On the whole though, he carries himself well, with almost
an air of nobility about him. His face is handsome, if
rugged. His nose seems to have broken once or twice, yet
still stands straight and mostly unharmed. A thin beard
of strawberry hue forms on his chin, framing a mouth of
pearly white teeth. His holds a slim barbed piece of bone
in his hands with the ease of one accustomed to its' heft
in his hands, and two maces of slim design hang from a belt
with several loops. As you look closer, you notice...
Role
Just a little background info
Added Tue Jul 24 18:41:43 2007 at level 1:
Vhaile Dravenot the Third was born to be a Scion of Wealth.
His birth signified the creation of one of the main merchant
houses of Tir-Talath nobility that dabbled in arcane goods and
ale (of all things...). From an early age, Vhaile was taught to
respect the power of the magic artifacts his family dabbled in,
though many nights he could be found knee-deep in scrolls and
weapons of mystical powers, just relaxing in their comforting
glow. Of course, his family routinely had to protect against
the maraunding attackers of the Village. To protect their
caravans, they would hire mercenaries of varying allegiances
and moral background. Listening to the course stories of
the black-skinned duergar pikeman, or the zealous preaching
of the elven archers, Vhaile began to distrust strong moral
convictions. Zealous belief in anything, Vhaile learned through
his experiences, meant trouble. Somehow, he must keep
himself from being twisted by the designs of the Gods and
men. He must remain his own man.