Post by Zachariah on Feb 19, 2008 23:41:32 GMT
Name (or nickname): Zachariah, sometimes goes by Drakon.
Age: Twenty.
Race: Human.
Homeland: Somewhere in the Eastern Landmass, supposedly, he's never disclosed that, and many doubt he knows.
Profession: Theif, spy, tavern patron, dealer of stolen goods.
Magical Specialisation: Pyromancy, so he claims.
Weapon Specialisations: Rudimentary shortsword and rapier skills, though he no longer has either.
Pets/Steed/Companion: He used to have a horse. It didn't live too long, though.
Description:
Even in the dark, it's clear that he is quite pale for a human. The only thing he's ever worn is a black robe, which he seems to find time to clean now and again, unlike his short, messy black hair, though given the state it's more than commonly in he evidently doesn't bother to often. Attached to a red cord around his waist is a leather satchel large enough to carry two or three books, and often serves to carry his smaller nabbed trinkets. Covering his entire body is a black tattoo composed of large, thick, crisscrossing lines that, so he claims, helps him focus during pryomancy, though few have actually seen him perform it. His eyes are dark green, and always have a mischievous glint about them for obvious reasons.
Anything you'd like to add: A few people may or may not know him, given his supposed reputation.
Age: Twenty.
Race: Human.
Homeland: Somewhere in the Eastern Landmass, supposedly, he's never disclosed that, and many doubt he knows.
Profession: Theif, spy, tavern patron, dealer of stolen goods.
Magical Specialisation: Pyromancy, so he claims.
Weapon Specialisations: Rudimentary shortsword and rapier skills, though he no longer has either.
Pets/Steed/Companion: He used to have a horse. It didn't live too long, though.
Description:
Even in the dark, it's clear that he is quite pale for a human. The only thing he's ever worn is a black robe, which he seems to find time to clean now and again, unlike his short, messy black hair, though given the state it's more than commonly in he evidently doesn't bother to often. Attached to a red cord around his waist is a leather satchel large enough to carry two or three books, and often serves to carry his smaller nabbed trinkets. Covering his entire body is a black tattoo composed of large, thick, crisscrossing lines that, so he claims, helps him focus during pryomancy, though few have actually seen him perform it. His eyes are dark green, and always have a mischievous glint about them for obvious reasons.
Anything you'd like to add: A few people may or may not know him, given his supposed reputation.
