Vinsintius
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"I do not intend to die if I am not able to laugh and spit in the face of my bane. If such a wish is not to be granted, then I am destined to be immortal."
Virnaak is the rogue you spy in your peripheral, standing beneath an overhang, awaiting the rain's conclusion. He is the tall, spindly vagrant that lurks within the crowd, only to soak in the world around him, rather than be a part of it. He is a leech, a vulture, and a hyena, reeking of dirt-cheap tobacco, foul alcohol, and poor decisions. His clothes are near tatters, dark green vest hanging as open as his unabashed lack of common principle, with a grey cloak to loom over the remainder of his person. His face, in the charred black color it is, seems always discolored by dirt, bruises, or other peculiar shades, with his features narrow and sharp, and the mop of black hair framing his face is a gnarled, brambly nest of beads and braids; a place where birds go to die. Dark purple eyes stare flatly upon most who pass him, often glazed over by what surely is an inappropriate amount of alcohol.
Within the mop of hair he bears, there is one bead that differentiates from the others, carved from wood with intricate detail within. It hangs at the left side of his face.
Full Name: Virnaak Hun'senta
Alignment: Lawful-Chaotic-Good-Evil
Demeanor: Virnaak's demeanor is much less than professional. He is sociable, but is not one prone to actually speaking much, preferring to linger as an audience to the words of others. He seems sometimes the quiet, stoic type, but such an air is as swiftly shattered as the quick flicker of a wide, white-toothed grin that curls his lips. He is often a cavalier sort, speaking of grim word and tale as casually as one might talk of the weather.
Quirks: His Common is broken, due to his lack of knowledge, or lack of care, and he holds Mok'yra in obvious favor. In addition, he actively searches for different things to do, or people to interact with, as he very easily allows himself to stagnate otherwise. Thus, he often is eager to perform odd jobs, or participate in the activities of a group composed primarily of strangers, despite his lack of immediate concern.
Likes: Strangers, handouts, Moors, whiskey, and a decent meal. Magic and science have grown increasingly interesting to him.
Dislikes: Linlea's citadel, restriction, incompetence.
Objectives:
+ Learn to communicate further in Common.
+ Obtain a proper sword.
+ Get the fuck off of Linlea.
+ Witness James and Raalvara succeed.
+ Deliberation.
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