Zheras
Villager
Name: Kethae Aleananea
Nickname/Alias: Zheras
Age: 95
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Height: 6´7
Weight: 75kg
Hair: Black short hair, cut with a sword while using water as mirror
Eyes: Red
Skin: bleach/light purple
Identifying Marks: Wears a Hood to hide the pale skin, wears a black robe with blood red marks on it.
Appearance: Talks with a cold Voice, shows no feelings
Strengths: Stealth
Weaknesses and fears: his biggest fear is to fail, big crowds, being caged in
Religion and cults: None
Profession: Thief/Vagabond
Backstory:
Chapter 1: From grief to a new beginning
“I always hated this world… Ever since I was born I saw people dying on the battlefields. I was born into this world as Dark Elf. Even though the other elven races hated us, we were a proud family. Aleananea, the noble line of the night. We´ve been proud warriors, that’s what my father told me.
As soon as I was able to hold a sword, I had to fight for reasons I didn’t understand. Even though I saw pain and grief, I was a happy child, until I had to fight. Every emotion, all the happiness, all my hopes were gone as I had to see my friends dying, as I had to tell their mothers, that they never will see their sons again. After a year of fighting, my father died on the battlefield. My motivation to fight for peace was gone now… But I didn´t want revenge, I just wanted peace.
I took my sword, and my blood stanched, black coat and left everyone behind... my mother... I never saw her again. I couldn’t bear this war anylonger. So I hid in the forests… In the loneliness, where no pain, no despair could reach me.
Too long I saw this world burning, too long I hid in the woods to remember my real name, but the shadows called me Zheras. Like I said I was born as Dark Elf, so it was just a matter of time until I discovered the dark arts. But I had no one to teach me. I wanted to improve my skills, but I wasn´t able to do it alone.
But now, the stench of death and the screams from outside the woods are slowly disappearing. Now, I will gather knowledge, or rather an army. I, Zheras, will find somebody to teach me in the dark arts, I will become king! And… I will bring peace, no matter what it will cost!”
To be continued…
Nickname/Alias: Zheras
Age: 95
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Height: 6´7
Weight: 75kg
Hair: Black short hair, cut with a sword while using water as mirror
Eyes: Red
Skin: bleach/light purple
Identifying Marks: Wears a Hood to hide the pale skin, wears a black robe with blood red marks on it.
Appearance: Talks with a cold Voice, shows no feelings
Strengths: Stealth
Weaknesses and fears: his biggest fear is to fail, big crowds, being caged in
Religion and cults: None
Profession: Thief/Vagabond
Backstory:
Chapter 1: From grief to a new beginning
“I always hated this world… Ever since I was born I saw people dying on the battlefields. I was born into this world as Dark Elf. Even though the other elven races hated us, we were a proud family. Aleananea, the noble line of the night. We´ve been proud warriors, that’s what my father told me.
As soon as I was able to hold a sword, I had to fight for reasons I didn’t understand. Even though I saw pain and grief, I was a happy child, until I had to fight. Every emotion, all the happiness, all my hopes were gone as I had to see my friends dying, as I had to tell their mothers, that they never will see their sons again. After a year of fighting, my father died on the battlefield. My motivation to fight for peace was gone now… But I didn´t want revenge, I just wanted peace.
I took my sword, and my blood stanched, black coat and left everyone behind... my mother... I never saw her again. I couldn’t bear this war anylonger. So I hid in the forests… In the loneliness, where no pain, no despair could reach me.
Too long I saw this world burning, too long I hid in the woods to remember my real name, but the shadows called me Zheras. Like I said I was born as Dark Elf, so it was just a matter of time until I discovered the dark arts. But I had no one to teach me. I wanted to improve my skills, but I wasn´t able to do it alone.
But now, the stench of death and the screams from outside the woods are slowly disappearing. Now, I will gather knowledge, or rather an army. I, Zheras, will find somebody to teach me in the dark arts, I will become king! And… I will bring peace, no matter what it will cost!”
To be continued…
, indeed he wasn't purple!
