Dayhawk
Legend of Altera
No longer my character.
NAME: Birth: Ral Zossen
Current: Avari Draugsul
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 70
Gender: Male
Race: Moor Elf
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 6' 2"feet
Weight: 180 some pounds
Homeland: Unkown to him
Current Home: unhomed
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: A slightly toned muscular body, bit more muscled in the arms
Hair: Salt and pepper hair cut short with some facial hair
Eyes: Brown
Skin: obsidian-grey
Identifying Marks: his skin and apron
Appearance: Has the look of an elf whose been through much abuse in times long past but tries to stay positive and stand up tall.
Clothing: Has his apron and blacksmith hammer.
Weaponry: An rusty iron sword and a old bow
Prized Possessions: Blacksmithing hammer.
Hygiene: Makes sure he is clean in the morning and at night, other wise doesn't care to much.
Voice: His voice is a ragged sort of smooth sandpaper rough. A little lower than a normal elfs voice.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: An okay handy man, a Advanced Blacksmith, remembers places well, a skilled fighter.
Fears: Spiders, the known, death, and falling in love.
Weaknesses: Cant tell direction.
Intelligence: Above average intelligence
Languages: Common
Profession: Blacksmith (unhired)
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Very warm-hearted, but adapts to those around him (say if his friend is mean he falls in that pattern). Very Generous man no matter what.
Religion or Cults: was never very religious but as of late has found order in chaos but does not worship or pray to any god.
Alignment: Neutral
Short Term Goals: To get a job Blacksmithing.
Long Term Goals: To Live A Happy Life.
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: The Forge
Pastime: Crafting swords and testing them and also reading books
Food: A delicious Fish Steak
Drink: Milk
Colour: Obsidian Purple.
Animal: Bats and wolves
Least Favourite...
Place: Port Silver
Pastime: Being abused as a child
Food: chicken
Drink: Warm Water
Colour: Pink
Animal: Spiders
RELATIONS:
Loved:
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked:
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated:
BACKSTORY: Ral Zossen never knew his past to well. He had shut it out. The first thing he can remember is Port Silver. He had sneaked onto a ship to try and steal some food and was caught. The captain was kind enough to take him in on the ship as a helping hand. His body quickly toned to the hard work and he when he was 19 he decided to leave in order to become a blacksmith. It was the one thing that had peaked his interest, the many swords and armors he had lifted off and on the ship. At 28 he had passed his apprenticeship and was able to start working for himself. He became Avari Draugsul, moved to Salts Ridge and became a local Smithy, even had his own apprentice. He was hired as a teacher at a university for a while too. He was happy. And then the Dread Queen came back, the people of Altera fled through the Exodus portal. He took a long time to get there, one of the last to come through. The world he knew had become dangerous and painful. Then he made it through the Exodus portal.
On the other side it was bright and more peaceful than the place he had left. But it was not for long. He had lost the town he had lived in. His ore's, his Forge, everything except his apron and his hammer. Now 37 he roamed the land, his hair having gone salt and pepper gave him the look of an older gentleman and his beard was black with two short braids that fell to neck length. But he had not lost his strength and his skill. He simply had to do as he always had and survive.
My in-game name is: Ignaius
NAME: Birth: Ral Zossen
Current: Avari Draugsul
KEY INFORMATION:
Age: 70
Gender: Male
Race: Moor Elf
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 6' 2"feet
Weight: 180 some pounds
Homeland: Unkown to him
Current Home: unhomed
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: A slightly toned muscular body, bit more muscled in the arms
Hair: Salt and pepper hair cut short with some facial hair
Eyes: Brown
Skin: obsidian-grey
Identifying Marks: his skin and apron
Appearance: Has the look of an elf whose been through much abuse in times long past but tries to stay positive and stand up tall.
Clothing: Has his apron and blacksmith hammer.
Weaponry: An rusty iron sword and a old bow
Prized Possessions: Blacksmithing hammer.
Hygiene: Makes sure he is clean in the morning and at night, other wise doesn't care to much.
Voice: His voice is a ragged sort of smooth sandpaper rough. A little lower than a normal elfs voice.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths: An okay handy man, a Advanced Blacksmith, remembers places well, a skilled fighter.
Fears: Spiders, the known, death, and falling in love.
Weaknesses: Cant tell direction.
Intelligence: Above average intelligence
Languages: Common
Profession: Blacksmith (unhired)
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Very warm-hearted, but adapts to those around him (say if his friend is mean he falls in that pattern). Very Generous man no matter what.
Religion or Cults: was never very religious but as of late has found order in chaos but does not worship or pray to any god.
Alignment: Neutral
Short Term Goals: To get a job Blacksmithing.
Long Term Goals: To Live A Happy Life.
TRIVIA:
Favourite...
Place: The Forge
Pastime: Crafting swords and testing them and also reading books
Food: A delicious Fish Steak
Drink: Milk
Colour: Obsidian Purple.
Animal: Bats and wolves
Least Favourite...
Place: Port Silver
Pastime: Being abused as a child
Food: chicken
Drink: Warm Water
Colour: Pink
Animal: Spiders
RELATIONS:
Loved:
Trusted:
Befriended:
Liked:
Neutral:
Unsure of:
Wary of:
Afraid of:
Disliked:
Hated:
BACKSTORY: Ral Zossen never knew his past to well. He had shut it out. The first thing he can remember is Port Silver. He had sneaked onto a ship to try and steal some food and was caught. The captain was kind enough to take him in on the ship as a helping hand. His body quickly toned to the hard work and he when he was 19 he decided to leave in order to become a blacksmith. It was the one thing that had peaked his interest, the many swords and armors he had lifted off and on the ship. At 28 he had passed his apprenticeship and was able to start working for himself. He became Avari Draugsul, moved to Salts Ridge and became a local Smithy, even had his own apprentice. He was hired as a teacher at a university for a while too. He was happy. And then the Dread Queen came back, the people of Altera fled through the Exodus portal. He took a long time to get there, one of the last to come through. The world he knew had become dangerous and painful. Then he made it through the Exodus portal.
On the other side it was bright and more peaceful than the place he had left. But it was not for long. He had lost the town he had lived in. His ore's, his Forge, everything except his apron and his hammer. Now 37 he roamed the land, his hair having gone salt and pepper gave him the look of an older gentleman and his beard was black with two short braids that fell to neck length. But he had not lost his strength and his skill. He simply had to do as he always had and survive.
My in-game name is: Ignaius
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