Post by myrrath on Mar 16, 2006 0:20:47 GMT -5
Name": Myrrath Saskiir
Age": 36
Race": Elf
Class/Occupation": Mage/Mercenary/ Adventurer
Alignment": Chaotic Neutral. Being a mercenary, he can't be swayed by good or evil.
Personality": Myrrath is loyal to the highest bidder, and tends to do what he can to accomplish his job. He is kind to those he trusts, but treats all others with a cold ignorance. He tends to be a loner when he can, and he always thinks before he acts. He wastes no time when engaged in combat, and attempts to get through with it as efficiently and quickly as possible. All in all, he just stays out of peoples business unless he is hired to do otherwise.
Appearance": Myrrath is about 5' 8", with a slender, frail build. He has long, silver hair and pale, almost white skin. His sharp green eyes almost completely contrast the black robes he commonly wears. He tends to keep on a pair of black leather gloves and brown leather boots, and a hemp belt with a pouch strapped to it. He also owns a single, engraved silver ring, which he keeps around his right index finger.
Weapons": Myrrath travels light when it comes to weapons, keeping a simple longsword strapped to his hemp belt, and three long, slender daggers in a leather strap across his chest.
History": Born in Tyraan, Myrrath Saskiir was raised in a small, quite elven village on the outskirts of a large forest. Growing up, he would commonly travel through the forest, which his people called Greywater Wood. One day, while walking along the banks of a river within the wood, he noticed that a large band of what appeared to be bandits was headed torward his village. He quickly hid within the bushes, and watched as they passed. He followed them to his home, where he watched in terror as the bandits massacre his people and pillage the homes and shops. When they finally left with what they had taken, he ran to his house, finding it burned to the ground, the charred bodies of his parents within. He quickly made his way around town, gathering what he could. He managed to find a longsword, a hemp belt, and a grey cloak. He took these, then proceeded to run from his home, never to look back. After traveling for almost two years, he stumbled upon the kingdom of Pleo. He traveled though it for a few days, admiring the cities and many races throughout it. One night while he was staying at a local inn, he watched in awe as a local witch performed onstage, using magic in her act. When she finished, he asked her where she had studied. She gladly led him to the large Mages School of Pleo, where she bid him a good night. He made his way within the building and was enrolled, where he trained in the art of magic for 11 years. After graduating, he proceeded to become a Mage-for-hire up to this day. He now adventures on a whim and completes tasks for the highest bidder, hopping to one day stumble upon the bandits whom destroyed his life and make them pay for what they did to his secluded little home village.
Race's Leader?": No
Other'': Myrrath possesses a small bag, which replenishes spell components at a whim.
Age": 36
Race": Elf
Class/Occupation": Mage/Mercenary/ Adventurer
Alignment": Chaotic Neutral. Being a mercenary, he can't be swayed by good or evil.
Personality": Myrrath is loyal to the highest bidder, and tends to do what he can to accomplish his job. He is kind to those he trusts, but treats all others with a cold ignorance. He tends to be a loner when he can, and he always thinks before he acts. He wastes no time when engaged in combat, and attempts to get through with it as efficiently and quickly as possible. All in all, he just stays out of peoples business unless he is hired to do otherwise.
Appearance": Myrrath is about 5' 8", with a slender, frail build. He has long, silver hair and pale, almost white skin. His sharp green eyes almost completely contrast the black robes he commonly wears. He tends to keep on a pair of black leather gloves and brown leather boots, and a hemp belt with a pouch strapped to it. He also owns a single, engraved silver ring, which he keeps around his right index finger.
Weapons": Myrrath travels light when it comes to weapons, keeping a simple longsword strapped to his hemp belt, and three long, slender daggers in a leather strap across his chest.
History": Born in Tyraan, Myrrath Saskiir was raised in a small, quite elven village on the outskirts of a large forest. Growing up, he would commonly travel through the forest, which his people called Greywater Wood. One day, while walking along the banks of a river within the wood, he noticed that a large band of what appeared to be bandits was headed torward his village. He quickly hid within the bushes, and watched as they passed. He followed them to his home, where he watched in terror as the bandits massacre his people and pillage the homes and shops. When they finally left with what they had taken, he ran to his house, finding it burned to the ground, the charred bodies of his parents within. He quickly made his way around town, gathering what he could. He managed to find a longsword, a hemp belt, and a grey cloak. He took these, then proceeded to run from his home, never to look back. After traveling for almost two years, he stumbled upon the kingdom of Pleo. He traveled though it for a few days, admiring the cities and many races throughout it. One night while he was staying at a local inn, he watched in awe as a local witch performed onstage, using magic in her act. When she finished, he asked her where she had studied. She gladly led him to the large Mages School of Pleo, where she bid him a good night. He made his way within the building and was enrolled, where he trained in the art of magic for 11 years. After graduating, he proceeded to become a Mage-for-hire up to this day. He now adventures on a whim and completes tasks for the highest bidder, hopping to one day stumble upon the bandits whom destroyed his life and make them pay for what they did to his secluded little home village.
Race's Leader?": No
Other'': Myrrath possesses a small bag, which replenishes spell components at a whim.
