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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 07 Dec 2005 03:28 PM |
LUCIUS EDMONDS
Lucius has a mop of brown hair, often off in all directions, and pale blue eyes. Anyone who knew him before ((prior to Feb. 2, 2006 RL)) a certain life-altering event would note that his face looks much younger, and all scars, tattoos, and other distinguishing marks on his face and body are gone.
Some people think of Lucius as a greedy mercenary; some think of him as a curious wizard eager to help others; some think of him as a fellow who talks far too much. He is usually in the company of others, rarely travelling anywhere alone, and seems ready to head off on adventures at a moment's notice.
[This has been edited a couple times. Things change] |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 12 Dec 2005 12:16 AM |
Talion Deraith
Well known in Port Royale, somewhat known in Midor.
A very skilled swordsman. Who, no one has ever seen without at least one longsword belted at his waist. And no one is quite sure his age, as he looks very young while often acting much older. Something of a guardian around Port Royale, he helps anyone that asks, but refuses any payment if the work involes his sword. He is also making a name for himself as a skilled smith - which, he does accept payment for. |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 17 Dec 2005 03:20 PM |
(Hoppy Harrington)
Male halfling, 3'3", 65lbs, brown hair, well kept moustache, enjoys resting, pies, baking and the occasional drink. Prone to accidents of a magical nature. WLTM similarly relaxed friend, preferrably not that much taller, for baking, maybe more. |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 24 Dec 2005 08:16 AM |
((If at any time this post clashes with the IG description or appearance, this post is the correct info.))
Nidarren Elaran:
A human man of only average height, with dark brown hair and matching eyes, and no facial hair. He has a strong, prominent chin and a slightly hooked nose. His long hair is pulled back in a single thick, tight braid long enough to trail roughly to his waists. His body is well-built and muscular, although not overly beefy, and he has little body hair. He looks capable of taking care of himself, and has a confident air about him. Usually rather distant and not very talkative. Not being as eccentric, frank or willing to interact as many other travelers and adventurers are, he often tends to be misunderstood by them, but does not bother to correct them. 29 years of age, but his serious and humorless attitude makes him appear a few years older than he really is, with some early wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes beginning to appear already. Several scars here and there, but none as noticable as a long, thin mark, going diagonally across the right side of his chest, glistening in the light. It appears to be a very old cut or slash.
He is a man of few words, but uncharacteristically for a monk, he has a slight urban accent when he does partake in a coversation. While he doesn't talk much, however, at times there is something in his eyes, something faint in his calculated and refined gaze that hints of a certain sadness... a certain flicker of a hint about a shadier past. |
AKA Adept
Ben Bright: portrait, description (02/17/07) |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 07 Jan 2006 04:34 PM |
[Thought I'd finally do this--each link takes you to a character-defining post elsewhere in the forums.]
Vrodo Joud
Vrodo disappeared from the face of Vives some months ago. He is remembered – by a few – as a black-skinned half-orc who went on adventures half-naked, bathed in the drains and aqueducts of Port Royale, and spoke of himself in the third person. He often traveled with a grey wolf, who he referred to as his mother, and only the surliest beasts ever attacked him in the wild. Habits include poaching wood from Ferein, making racist comments about humans, sleeping in caves with a fresh litter of crag cats, and generally butchering the common tongue. For a time he was trying to learn Elven as well, and could say “greetings,” “yes,” “thank you,” and “mahogany.”
Salt Sower
Old, confused, bald, jittery…these things describe the Salt Sower, who was given this name after killing a portion of the hedge that forms a maze on the Island of Ka’azim. At one time and for many years, Salt had been a servant to those wizards at Ka’azim, and he has never been a student in the tower. Current members of the tower might remember him and feel superior, or perhaps nostalgic of “Old Salt-Sower”. By the time he retired from their service he had acquired a number of spells and went to work as an alchemist. He is also noted as a seer and sometimes-prophet. His powers of divination seemed to first manifest after a particularly brutal beating by some wasteland kobolds, and an intellect-expanding head wound that required trephination in Midor. His loves include warm mush, spirits, weaving cloth, writing things on small bits of paper, and obtaining scraps of knowledge about the ancient city of Aristi, which he will assert “nobody really understands.”
Shale Whithers
Shale is an underemployed Port Royale knife-fighter whose interests include moustaches and opportunities to make money. He is not very personable and spits at inappropriate times, whether or not a spittoon is available. He twiddles his knives but does not get much opportunity to use them, never succeeding to place himself within the Port Royale underworld or find much companionship among other adventurers. He is badly in need of a hobby, or possibly a profession other than loafing, mending his hide armor, and being untrustworthy.
Sooner Trav’lling
Sooner is an enigmatic human sorcerer who came out of a hermit-like existence in the northern woods around Buckshire and Port Royale. He is tanned, weathered and woodsy, vigorous and strangely magnetic. “Sooner Trav’lling” is believed to be an alias. But for that Sooner is compulsively honest, refusing to steal or even borrow. He is in fact an ascetic and something of a visionary with few possessions and no regard whatsoever for books, which he finds completely irrelevant to anything worthwhile. “Nothing worthwhile is written down,” he will say philosophically if asked. He does collect and use scrolls, having a utilitarian attitude towards them and other implements of magic. He is far more sociable than one might expect from a hermit, enjoying conversation with nearly anyone. He is also an enthusiastic close-talker. |
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about dying."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means lying in the ground with dirt on your face and holding your breath forever."
-Burt Reynolds, "The End" |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 04 May 2006 12:12 PM |
Orsk 'Fiendreaper' of M'Gok Tukar
Among the more unusual individuals hailing from M'Gok Tukar, this rather polite half-orc never seems to fail in suprising strangers with his refined way of speaking and thinking. He preaches dicipline above luck and coincidence, and seldom leaps into battle without having some sort of tactic prepared beforehand. His way of considering about any eventuality usually makes him able to turn frustrating situations to his advantage.
Like most of his kin, Orsk is a lethal opponent when it comes to melee combat.
Unlike most of his kin, Orsk relies on dicipline and self-control over blind rage. This makes him and his tactics harder to read than one would expect from a half-orc. |
Lol = Lack of linguistics |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 04 May 2006 01:20 PM |
Rosenellia Vimes
Stiff, skeptical, and militaristic in thought and action, this young woman has the bearing of a well-bred soldier. While she often smiles, there is a tightness around her lips and eyes that speaks of an underlying restraint, and though she is possessed of natural beauty, it has been so entirely trimmed, tucked, and sucked into her gut that it rarely enters into the picture at first glance. Courteous and honest to a fault, she may initially smack of sanctimony or even naivete to those of a morally flexible bent. She is not one to speak at length about herself unless it is necessary.
Form
A wide-eyed, confused individual whose proclivities and demeanor vary from moment to moment. Generally speaking, she is a trusting and kindhearted halfling, often smelling lightly of mushroom wine. When she speaks, it is, often as not, to someone who isn't there. It is rumored that she is entirely mad, and worse still, that her madness somehow lends her power. |
True solace is finding none, which is to say, it is everywhere.
-Gretel Ehrlich |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 19 May 2006 06:42 PM |
Karlina Goodfellow
Beautiful. Talented. Charming. Beautiful. Discerning in tastes. Beautiful. Oh wait, I said that one already. Then again, it's worth mentioning again, right? Because when Vilyave decides to grace the mortal plane with her gifts of beauty, talent and beauty upon a single individual, one had better take notice or else ... or else.. um..
Or else I'll be totally offended! Seriously. I mean, gifts like this, from the gods and stuff, ought to be noticed! And pampered! Especially pampered. It's a good thing that people have a tendency to give me things, because otherwise I'd probably have starved by now, which would have been awful because being too thin is just ugly. I mean, slendor is really the optimal and I'm slendor. Curvy slendor, I guess. Lean and lovely and did I mention beautiful? And talented? I sing and I write poems and songs and stuff. I'm going to be totally famous. I give autographs, don't worry.
I know you've heard of me, already, though because how could you not have? I, Karlina Goodfellow, surely the greatest thing to ever happen to this island since I was born and probably a long time before that, too, although it's not like I'd know 'cause I wasn't there, right? Funny how that is. I mean, why don't we remember things from before we were born? We remember dreams and those don't actually 'happen' do they, but there's the memory of it, so why not remember things that happened to me before I was around to have things happen? dang, I should write this down; I am sooo deep, sometimes...
...hmm? What? Oh, right! About me, right. Good thing that's my favorite subject! I mean, seriously I could go on for hours just about my hair. It's always a little on the wild side, but so am I, right, Twinkle Toes? *winks* You can't tame what can't be tamed, am I right? And that's me. Totally untamed and wild and beautiful.
I'm also poor, so if you see me around, try to remember that you owe me, alright, because you're lucky to have me around. Gods blood this place must have been soooo boring before I got here.
If I don't remember your name, don't be offended because it's likely your fault for just not being very interesting. I'll try, though, because it's not like I'm out to offend people. I like people! Especially ugly people, because they just make me look that much prettier, which is pretty hard to do! So, you know. Kudos. |
"I've got a sword and it's a good one, but all the bleedin' thing can do is keep someone alive, listen. A song can keep someone immortal!" - Cohen the Barbarian |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 22 May 2006 04:24 PM |
Astrid
big, beautiful human female, with green hair. Her thick wits and rural accent render her nearly incomprehensible. She has a tendency to cackle. Despite an apparently complete lack of education she casts spells eloquently, and effectively. She also manages to be outspoken. Upon her head is a stereotypically pointy hat with floppy brim, in which lives a bat named Nerius. Nerius has a penchant for ale, wine, and late night carousing which leads Astrid into many interesting situations. Those that call a woman a witch or any other word that rhymes with it receive a good talking to, along with a hefty swat from her walking stick - "cawse eh'taint roit thar naw'ee nayms!". This tendency has softened somewhat after she encountered the Night Hag of Neb Wood. Since that time she recognizes that Witch is an adequate term for certain kinds of people. Those that call her a witch, however, find themselves in a particularly dark side of her mood.
Henesua
handsome male elf, with the ideal physical proportions of the elfin warrior, albeit without the mentality. "Life is too short," is often heard from his lips. He had no time for honorably guarding the gates of Ferein for centuries or gazing at his navel at the roots of a sacred tree. Life is too rich and too precious for that. There is adventure to be had. Treasure to be swiped beneath the noses of giants. Wine to drink. Dialects to learn, and so on. No matter how long you live, you always want more. Or at least you should. Those that are wearied by long life lack imagination. And so this elf will have none of that. He has clothed himself in the roguish garb of Port Royale, and enjoys life out in the world, this precious, short life - for as long as he possibly can.
Aiken Lang --- Deceased
Killed in Kobai Tomb. Buried in the desert.
a spry human of middle age, and native to the woods of Buckshire. He is a noted hunter, well skilled in tracking and a dead shot with his long bow. Most notable however are the aged and faded tatoos scrawled across his bald head, reminiscent of old tribal markings. It is said that he was a foundling, orphaned in the woods at a very, very young age, already covered with the same tatoos. Those that found him were humble woodsfolk, and raised him as their own. Despite his rural upbringing, he is well spoken, and knowledgeable, as well as open, and friendly. In fact he is extremely accepting of those from most walks of life. The one rule he seems to follow is Live and Let Live. The main exception to this is undeath which he abhors and destroys whereever he finds it. Neither does he quietly abide injustice or oppression, and is quite outspoken against "Midoran justice".
Zubeida al-Maheeni --- Deceased
Disappeared in Bloodwood
an unassuming woman, human, perhaps not yet twenty, slender, below average height. Covered head to foot in black robes, veiled, and smelling of exotic incense and spices, she seems the epitome of a modest harem girl - yet never speaks of a husband or a family. Several ornate leather bags drape her small frame, glasswear clinking within them. She spends much time between the wilds and an alchemy table. Like shadows, two black panthers follow her everywhere. She shares with them an intense curiousity, and a feline air. She is full of questions, questions about the history of elves and dragons, arcane lore, the uses of herbal essences, or ... questing for a bargain. Despite her unassuming appearance, she can be surprisingly animated while haggling in the market place. |
Famous last words:
Mykal> it's my new wireless router.
* > Mykal has quit (Ping timeout)
Vulpina> Hey!! IRC didn't boot m.....
* > Vulpina has quit (Exit: DarkMyst WebChat) |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 07 Aug 2006 07:00 PM |
The girl takes some good while to reach the soap box, mostly because she's distracted by her surroundings. Standing upon it, she looks over the crowd of fellow players. Suddenly her toes turn toward one another and a blush creeps high and proud over her smiling, dimpled face, nearly hiding her freckles. Her small hands nervously twist the rope at her waist.
"Um... " she begins, her giggling voice tiny and sweet and shy. "I doth bid thee all greetings. Ah buttons, 'tis not.. not easy for me to do this! I.. I.. doth spend m-most of my days devoid of personable company. 'Tis only that the world... the world, you see, 'tis so beautiful and glorious! Verily, what grand splendor doth greet mine eyes upon the dawning, such that each sunrise I vow that I am brought to tears, such glory remains within the world!
"For lo, though we all suffer to decline, from each small creature unto the greater universe, there yet remains life. W-within the tiniest mote is found the pulse and flow of life's sweet breath! It...
"...ah, buttons, but I do ramble!" She shyly ducks her blushing, smiling face behind a tumbling veil of sun-bleached hair. "Sooth, but shouldst mine head ne'er remain affixed upon mine shoulders, it would roll away and I shouldst not know the day!
"I am Helena Morninglory," she begins again, her voice soft but firm. Slowly she lifts her eyes to the crowd of her fellows, and a bright, sunny smile bathes the world with the hope, sweetness and purity of the morning. "The Mother hath made me, and sent me, and bequeathed to me Her will so that this world, even in its dwindling hours, may know that even in the growing shadow, there is light and hope. She is the Cycle, and aye, where there is life there is death... but where there is death, there may once again be found the seed and beauty of life.
"May I, her humblest servant, know only to serve her and give thee all joy. For I shall fight back the monsters. I shall turn away the darkness and the abomination of undeath. In her name, I am hope. In her divine being, I am life. All that feeds upon this world and upon Her children shall know, at last, the punishment for their most wicked existance!
"I... am a vampire slayer." |
"I've got a sword and it's a good one, but all the bleedin' thing can do is keep someone alive, listen. A song can keep someone immortal!" - Cohen the Barbarian |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 28 Aug 2006 05:41 AM |
There are two distinct Guk Necksqeezer’s.
The first while being dumb as an ox and twice as big is not totally stupid in his natural state.
Once he learns a skill Guk can become very adept at it particularly if it requires little actual thinking, and even if his speech patterns are somewhat grating to other more scholarly ears - those whose intellects would look down upon him with supercilious disdain are making a mistake.
Guk may not be the brightest spark in a firework display but he is a good and loyal friend to those who treat him kindly and do not treat him with contempt for being thick.
Guk hates ‘Roodnuss’ as he calls it, especially when it’s directed towards his limited cerebral competence ‘which is something he is very sensitive about’.
The one thing Guk can be relied upon to do well however is Bashing. This is his reason for being. He may struggle with concepts that a human child of ten would understand perfectly well and he may indeed never achieve his given aim of becoming ‘Smart’ no matter how much skollin [schooling] he receives, but the one thing he can be counted upon to do for you is to bash his way to glory in an attempt to keep [you] his buddies alive.
But do not be deceived by this apparent appearance of dumbness for lurking within the head of this 500 pound beast lays an intellectual gargantuan and this is the second Guk.
The scars on Guk’s face tell a story in them-selves, for it was during the receiving of these scars that the other Guk went away.
This other Guk is the only thing he is afraid of for though the other Guk Necksqeezer has the intellectual ability of twelve wizards on Smart pills he is also an utterly ruthlessness sociopath.
This Guk has no mercy in him; if it suits his purpose he would torture you for weeks peeling your skin off layer by layer and care not a jot about your pleadings for mercy.
Fortunately this Guk Necksqeezer can only ever be seen when Guk drinks a ‘smurt potion’ [a potion of Lore] and immediately disappears when it wears off. It is a wise man who when encountering Guk if he hears him talking in an erudite and intellectual manner does not insult him in the way he would the dumb Guk - for with ruthless pitilessness Guk the sociopath will in some way assure your utter ruin [usually involving a great many days of pain].
Guk knows about this and is usually very very careful not to drink lore potions when around others.
He is kind to his freinds a loves his axe.
This then is Guk Necksqeezer
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Love 'n' light
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 06 Oct 2006 08:45 PM |
Frolly is not sure what to say. This One is asked to speak of herself. But This One is Lower Than the Mud. She is Nothing, for she is not yet Everything. There is self, and there is All. To be self is to be nothing. All that is self is contained and so is meaningless, and will puff away with death, and the candle flame to a passing wind. To satisfy the ego is but to assure ones own destruction. Frolly is Nothing, for she knows yet only herself.
This One seeks the oblivion of Oneness. To forget the self, and dissolve ego. Then she may be open to All, and to the true Order of being.
Master tells This Unworthy, "Go. Go into the world now, for you finished with your training. All that can be learned upon the sacred mountain of Asashi you have learned. It is the seed of your knowing. Water it with the knowledge of the world. For one year you will wander, and observe. Meditate, and grow is wisdom."
This Unworthy is beneath consideration. All who condescend to acknowledge her are compassionate. May This One be found pleasing and honorable. May her actions be conducted in order. May she forget her emotions and be a force of balance in the world.
For as as are in life, so we will be in eternity. |
"I've got a sword and it's a good one, but all the bleedin' thing can do is keep someone alive, listen. A song can keep someone immortal!" - Cohen the Barbarian |
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Kalannar777's PCs
Posted: 09 Oct 2006 04:05 AM |
Kalannar Illistynn A grey skinned and white haired half-elf. Now, (after the incident with Dethsdes taint,) he appears to be of a mature age, actually being prematurely aged, now. He also has lost a little bit of his youthful innocence and charm, as well, being hardened by the harsh reality of Dana Allenard's betrayal and the mix-up which lead him to believe that Talion was a traitor and coward. Albeit his conceptions of people may be erronious, the fact that he's had to question them has pushed him more and more into disillusioned solitary wandering. He also chooses isolation so as not to put others at risk, considering that Dethsdes could seek him out with an undead hoard as he did Ophelia. Her breaking the curse caused a massive attack on the Seven Sisters and he fears that the same could happen to other innocents due to him. He still is quick to help others and often serves as a guide for the lesser fortunate or the weak. Since the many mishaps on his previous "bright ideas" for quests, he has toned down his [foolishly] adventurous nature, but does still occasionally find himself in quests which other equally experienced adventureres would likely avoid. He is a well known crafter and can make nearly anything except heavy armours.
He was known to have saved Doc McGillicutty's Inn from consuption by blazes due to a fire in the kitchen (caused by the old "Battle Axe".) He co-lead a party of novice adventurers on a Blue Dragon hunt that lead to the death of about 5 adventurers (half the party.) This was part of a stint with fellow "dragon-slayer" Lucius Edmonds earlier, in their youth. He has lead numerous lesser-known tours, and has done some major crafting jobs for adventurers, such as a 30 Lion bag order, up to a 50 flask order, studded leathers of assorted types, fine jewelry, and alchemical concoctions of the highest grade. He also is pretty well informed on much lore, although it has been less since his sickness and alienation.
Filraen Illistynn Shrouded with mystery, he seldom speaks, even when spoken to. He may engage if he has a specific need, tending to prefer Elven speach. His face is nearly always hiden beneath a deep cowl and his expression can only be read by the occasional curling or pursing of his lips... or the inflection of his voice, should he speak. He prefers forests, but occasionally comes to town for business or supplies, or should he need to craft items for use outside. He appears to be elven, but how can one be sure? VERY few ((only if played IC, IG)) actualy know his name and even less have put the connection between he and Kalannar. They have never met, and apparently there is some sort of history behind that.
"Animal", Hannibal Wilder This strange man may be seen in his monk robes, given him in his training in the Asahi Monastary, but since he finds them so scratchy and encumbering, he's more likely to be seen in his most comfortable and natural clothing: his loincloth and a tattered cloak he found once int he woodlands which he wraps up in when he sleeps. His hair and body are nearly always dirty and littered with natural debris. Although some have tried to "culture" him, (being adventures, the Asahi Monks, some city folk, etc.) he seems to remain preferring his more natural roots. He is a slow student to common, and tends to be more likely to communicate with others who speak the "language of the wilds". He was raised by Bears, so he tends to act like one, communicate like one, have the attention span of one, smell like one, and is often accompanied by one: His "mother".
Perhaps with time he may become more "educated"? The Asahi monks have a vested interest in him, and although he often runs off for long periods of time, he seems to always return to continue and improve his training. Often when he has returned he has learned a few more words and has even gained a couple customs of the civilized folk.
Shadrack Thistleby Mischevious and with a slightly sadistic sense of humour, he is often seen falling down laughing at god's-know-what he's recently done to whom...
Paula Fuchsenbrant Midoran by descent, but not quite as holy as she may make out to be...
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"Life is a short trip... travel light"
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Ritz (Omega's) PC's
Posted: 25 Oct 2006 12:34 AM |
((I suppose I should write everywhere I can, yes?))
Elghinn Senger: An elf, his black hair goes down to his shoulder blades. His words are intelligent more often than not and he speaks with a jovial tone regarding basic conversations. When the conversation is regarding him, his tone deepens, and comes out with a sense of great dread. He has an animal companion, a talking panther named Onyx. Onyx is brash, direct, insulting, cruel, and Elghinn's best friend. Onyx's main concern is the protection and happiness of Elghinn, though he enjoy's annhilating his master at chess matches. |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 16 Feb 2007 12:25 PM |
Ben Bright:
A young man, appears to be barely in his twenties. He is very confident and vigorous, sometimes even cocky. At first glance one might think him human, but his ears are somewhat pointy, implying a mixed heritage. For a half-elf he's rather tall, and very handsome indeed. His skin is fair; his hair is bright, almost white-blond; and his eyes are large and deep blue, always full of that glimmer of adventure and excitement.
Ben is an aspiring bard who strives to become as the heroes in the tales and legends he hears and tells. He is young and courageous, rash, at times even reckless - yet he has a good (however unlawful) heart. Perhaps it's those, or maybe his pep and agitation, that might give the insightful the impression that Ben is inexperienced and occasionally naive, possibly even somewhat childish.
Ben has many tattoos marking and striping portions across his entire body, including his face. They are subtle, only barely differentiable from his light skin color. The learned might recognize them to be symbols of the arcane.
Ben carries numerous daggers, which would most often be his first weapon of choice in a fight. He can often be seen fiddling with them, throwing them, or sometimes even juggling them, dancing and singing for his and others' entertainment... and a generous contribution would be much appreciated indeed.
Ben is left-handed. |
AKA Adept
Ben Bright: portrait, description (02/17/07) |
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Re: Vives Personals
Posted: 16 Feb 2007 01:38 PM |
Syluné Almare Tindomerel.
The first noticeable thing about the woman is the striking platinum hair that, when not flicked about by the wind, goes down to her lower back. Besides the slight static flicks about her hair, her eyes also have a dominating presence with their cool moon-blue hue. When she smiles it is normally a charismatic tone with her pearly white teeth.
Another note of mark about the woman is that her facial features seem to scream out more elven, or perhaps even fey, than they would human in nature. Her strides are some what cat like with the way she moves; on top of that, there is a fluid grace like dance to each of her jaunts. Her form lacks the battle prowess of one fashioned for that type of life, her frame more set up for the less combative endeavors that the world of Vives has to offer. However, just in mannerism she seems to make up for the lack of such gifts.
If you hadn’t heard her voice, it was as if she were a siren herself. Even when she speaks it seems like music; often captivating those in her presence. The woman stands roughly around five foot two inches, somewhat short compared to most.
In the locks of her hair there are a few braids done up in the customary fashion that is seen in most elves. Within the locks there are bits of jewelry and trinkets to accent and forge a style. Placed within one of the braids is a raven feather that never seems to be missing from they style no matter how much it might change.
For the most part she carries quite a few malar packs that she seems to hold things for many different occasions; one such occasion being battle. She is hardly ever without a bow, and recently she has been seen carrying a halberd of lightning and a spear at her back side. From time to time she is seen with a set of rapiers at her hips, and a musical instrument. . . or three. The last thing to note is that she also carries a platinum scroll case that seems to stay close to a well worn tome attached to the back of her belt. |
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Vike.
Posted: 16 Feb 2007 02:51 PM |
Blue eyes, black dreadlocks that shade his face, obscuring it from most.
Older age. Thirty-one, and counting.
Scars, like road maps that one could get lost in. Evidence of many battles, hardships, and sufferings.
Tall stature. More than six feet in height, slightly muscular in appearance, though nimble, and swift in movements and actions.
A somewhat bold voice, one that rings, but never rings loud, until the voice is raised, which in part leads to something that sounds like a harsh yell, which in actuality, it is. |
Tristian and Elghinn.
NWN logon =UltimatiumOmega
Lost item: Fire Bomb
Tristian Vike damages Erin: 19 (19 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Tristian Vike: 7 (7 Fire)
Tristian Vike damages Kard Snyder: 10 (10 Fire) |
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