Sithis527
Villager
Name: Sithis527
Nickname/Alias: Drejan, Drejan Cahlind, Sithis, Forgotten One
Age: 90
Gender: Male
Race: Drow (Dark Elf)
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Long, Silver
Eyes: Blood red
Skin: Pitch black
Identifying Marks: You see the occasional small scar on his face.
Appearance: Tall, muscular, and dark; he has an almost constant look of despair in his eyes, when he doesn't look hopeless, he is neutral or he has murder in his eyes.
My character comes from the ruthless empire of Ched'Nassad. His parents were indifferent from the rest of the population; his father a warrior of average skill, his mother and minor priestess of Lloth. From these average character, my character received nothing but his appearance.
His parents always loved him. Even when he began to stray from the correct path, but he was only veering, when he suddenly fell off the cliff of the socially wrong; his parents suddenly despised him and everything he stood for. If you were to ask him how they feel about their son, they would reply, "What son?".
Sithis has no home, but if he were to have one; you can bet that it would be dark and depressing. He would love to be surrounded with plenty of alchohol to drink himself to death and and always a blade close at hand to make quick work of those who wronged him.
Sithis believes people should not be judged by their appearance but by the actions of their heart. This type of thinking is exactly the type of stuff that got him exiled. He resents this outlook but is firmly set in it. He was always nice; he would treat others with kindness, this type of behavior was frowned upon and he was watched with suspicion among his fellow drow. Although he felt kindness was the way to go; nothing exited him more than the smell of blood and the sight of an enemy die before his feet, begging for mercy.
The one once known as Drejan has no special allegiance to any King or Queen in particular, he does not scorn them, nor does he think of them as gods. He does understand that he should follow their instructions to the letter and deserve much respect.
Sithis has no friends. He was raised in the message of "Trust no one, not even yourself." He does not exactly love that lesson, but he realizes that it is to a degree true. Although he is suspicious of all who come his way; he still is socially active and courteous. Occasionally he finds an acquaintance that he has taken a particular liking to and travels with them for awhile, but nothing long term.
In his spare time; Drejan seeks a tavern and drowns his sorrows, depending if he drinks alone or in a group, he could end up trying to kill himself, or being the life of the party and not going a moment without roaring with laughter.
Sithis was raised in a military nation. Every child was trained to expertly use a sword and other weapons. He is astonishingly great with a sword; his teachers adored him. When he was exiled his Bladesmaster tried to defend him with the point that he would be the best warrior in the empire, but to no avail. He is decent at a bow, as is required for every child. He knows which part of the axe you chop with and how to dig, but nothing major. He can build basic homes and has a nice, if not dark, sense of design.
Sithis has is proud, but willing to get his hands dirty. He love to kill, but he realizes that without proper reason, he himself could easily be swarmed; so he controls himself as long as the situation deems necessary. He is above stealing, or cleaning of any sort; he would in no condition have a desk job; he is strong. He much prefers physical labor to pushing a quill and ink.
Sithis thinks that anyone not willing to stand out is a coward and a whelp. You must be original or you are nothing but a leach of others ideals and beliefs.
Drejan has a reoccurring dream of that horrible night of which he was exiled. Now he hates the very idea of being removed of any place. He doesn't so much as fear it, he despises it. If he be exiled he would probably kill every moving thing around him in a blind rage.
Drejan always carries with him a small darkened bronze spider figurine. It represents Lloth, the spider queen. It gives him hope that he will sometimes be welcomed back to Ched'Nassad with open arms.
As a child Sithis wanted to be the best warrior Ched'Nassad had ever seen, but that dream was shattered as he was exiled. Now he wants nothing more than to be accepted into some community and to find a purpose in this cruel, unforgiving world.
Sithis is a very dark person. His choices in fashion show it, he wheres a dark cloak and has no other accessories. He just wants the world to know he is depressed and doesn't want to be bothered.
Nickname/Alias: Drejan, Drejan Cahlind, Sithis, Forgotten One
Age: 90
Gender: Male
Race: Drow (Dark Elf)
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Long, Silver
Eyes: Blood red
Skin: Pitch black
Identifying Marks: You see the occasional small scar on his face.
Appearance: Tall, muscular, and dark; he has an almost constant look of despair in his eyes, when he doesn't look hopeless, he is neutral or he has murder in his eyes.
My character comes from the ruthless empire of Ched'Nassad. His parents were indifferent from the rest of the population; his father a warrior of average skill, his mother and minor priestess of Lloth. From these average character, my character received nothing but his appearance.
His parents always loved him. Even when he began to stray from the correct path, but he was only veering, when he suddenly fell off the cliff of the socially wrong; his parents suddenly despised him and everything he stood for. If you were to ask him how they feel about their son, they would reply, "What son?".
Sithis has no home, but if he were to have one; you can bet that it would be dark and depressing. He would love to be surrounded with plenty of alchohol to drink himself to death and and always a blade close at hand to make quick work of those who wronged him.
Sithis believes people should not be judged by their appearance but by the actions of their heart. This type of thinking is exactly the type of stuff that got him exiled. He resents this outlook but is firmly set in it. He was always nice; he would treat others with kindness, this type of behavior was frowned upon and he was watched with suspicion among his fellow drow. Although he felt kindness was the way to go; nothing exited him more than the smell of blood and the sight of an enemy die before his feet, begging for mercy.
The one once known as Drejan has no special allegiance to any King or Queen in particular, he does not scorn them, nor does he think of them as gods. He does understand that he should follow their instructions to the letter and deserve much respect.
Sithis has no friends. He was raised in the message of "Trust no one, not even yourself." He does not exactly love that lesson, but he realizes that it is to a degree true. Although he is suspicious of all who come his way; he still is socially active and courteous. Occasionally he finds an acquaintance that he has taken a particular liking to and travels with them for awhile, but nothing long term.
In his spare time; Drejan seeks a tavern and drowns his sorrows, depending if he drinks alone or in a group, he could end up trying to kill himself, or being the life of the party and not going a moment without roaring with laughter.
Sithis was raised in a military nation. Every child was trained to expertly use a sword and other weapons. He is astonishingly great with a sword; his teachers adored him. When he was exiled his Bladesmaster tried to defend him with the point that he would be the best warrior in the empire, but to no avail. He is decent at a bow, as is required for every child. He knows which part of the axe you chop with and how to dig, but nothing major. He can build basic homes and has a nice, if not dark, sense of design.
Sithis has is proud, but willing to get his hands dirty. He love to kill, but he realizes that without proper reason, he himself could easily be swarmed; so he controls himself as long as the situation deems necessary. He is above stealing, or cleaning of any sort; he would in no condition have a desk job; he is strong. He much prefers physical labor to pushing a quill and ink.
Sithis thinks that anyone not willing to stand out is a coward and a whelp. You must be original or you are nothing but a leach of others ideals and beliefs.
Drejan has a reoccurring dream of that horrible night of which he was exiled. Now he hates the very idea of being removed of any place. He doesn't so much as fear it, he despises it. If he be exiled he would probably kill every moving thing around him in a blind rage.
Drejan always carries with him a small darkened bronze spider figurine. It represents Lloth, the spider queen. It gives him hope that he will sometimes be welcomed back to Ched'Nassad with open arms.
As a child Sithis wanted to be the best warrior Ched'Nassad had ever seen, but that dream was shattered as he was exiled. Now he wants nothing more than to be accepted into some community and to find a purpose in this cruel, unforgiving world.
Sithis is a very dark person. His choices in fashion show it, he wheres a dark cloak and has no other accessories. He just wants the world to know he is depressed and doesn't want to be bothered.