Post by elvishnation on May 25, 2010 14:02:27 GMT -5
The Great Protector (Araegisess)/High Priestess Of Corellon Larethian Nakiasha Nhaeslal:
Height: 5'4 Hair: Shimmering black, straight, with a very simple silver diadem sitting on top of her forehead her hair wrapped around it the center of it a moonstone in the shape of a crescent moon, her hair goes down just below her shoulder blades. Eyes: Forest green, deep gentle, usually calm, sometimes mischievous, always alert looking around her. Attire: Around her neck is always a silver pendent of Corellon Larethian. On her right ear a mithril ring is set Armor: "This armor was clearly crafted by the hand of a master. Elegant patterns are faintly etched into the plate, a crisscross of blue and the purest silver. Every piece of this suit of full plate armor shimmers in the light never tarnishing, never dulling, never dented, not scratched." Cloak: "fine cloak is woven with strands of silk under the light of the moon and stars and chanted to reflect their ethereal beauty. It is often worn by moon elven priestesses and bards of reputation and wealth" Sword: She is never seen without her longsword, keeping it attached to her side. The pommel is decorated with moonstones. The make being very clearly elven crafted. With hints of gold along it. When drawn those with sensitive ears would hear faint whispers of sound. When it is focused it turns to a melodic yet terrifying cry. A soft golden glow will form spreading out to encircle her and protect her.
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2013 5:57:32 GMT -5 by elvishnation: //updated//
Alyndra Greencloak Warden of the Hullack:"I shall strike you down with a feather in the name of Erevan!"
6' Tall. 145 pounds. Green eyes & long red hair. Approximately 20 years old by appearance.
- Sharp, haughty features, often smirking. - Meticulously clean. - Keeps a buldging roundish satchel on her left hip. A broad, flat satchel on her right. - Tattoos of coiled dragons around each wrist & both calves. - Preditorily beautiful.
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Post by minsafedistance on Jul 29, 2010 1:49:27 GMT -5
Jennifer Race: Human Height: 168 cm (5' 6") Hair: Orange Eyes: Green
Jennifer is a well presented and formally (if functionally) dressed woman of grace and poise. She wears a velvet dress of deep purple with black velvet highlights with a lace back and shoulders. She is never seen without her long purple gloves and see through purple silk mantle. She commands a regal presence with grace and poise. She carries no weapons and seems to keep her possessions in a single black bag. She wears a small amount of discreet, matching, silver jewellery.
Song: Eurhythmics: Jennifer Jennifer with your orange hair Jennifer with your green eyes Jennifer in your dress of deepest purple Jennifer - Where are you tonight? (Underneath the water / Underneath the water)
Race: Human Height: 170 cm (5' 7") Hair: Orange Eyes: Green
Jen is a sloppy and casual dressed woman of life and vigour. Her tight clothes are red and black. She wears red and black high heels, red *very* short sleeveless dress. These emphasise and show the attractive woman underneath, which includes very long legs that are almost completely on display. The only accessory she wears is a see through silk mantle. She carries no weapons and seems to keep her possessions in a single black bag. She wears a small amount of matching, silver jewellery.
Song: Eurhythmics: Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I travel the world And the seven seas Everybody's looking for something.
Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused.
This is Kaij's body type. He stands about average height but is very muscular through the chest and arms.
His face resembles Lenny Kravitz:
His dreads look like this and are about this long.
Kaij has brown eyes and tanned, weathered skin. He has numerous scars across his body and has the blatently obvious body of a fighter.
Kaij's armor and axe are rarely seen these days, but with his hobby and profession being blacksmithing, they nearly always shine like new. When in his armor and prepared for combat he carries a shiney black tower shield on his back and a waraxe at his right hip.
When casually around and not in armor, Kaij can be seen with a red-tinted, gold wedding band on his left hand and a fancy looking, yet unenchanted double axe. He also is nearly never seen without his bright white hooded cloak.
Kaij Maziraj - Retired Adventurer and Master Platesmith of Gond. Everflame Brotherhood co-founder.
Race: Human Occupation/Class: Unproven of Torm (Cleric) Appearance: If it weren't for her almost-obnoxious public declarations of praise for Torm, she'll just be another plain face in the crowd. Slender and delicate, Adina looks like a strong breeze could knock her over with her frame. When she's not standing around, waving a holy symbol of Torm at people, this brown-haired, blue-eyed teenager can be found curled up on the floor, reading one of her many books. Loyalties: Torm, her 'temple family', her teachers and to any good citizen of Cormyr. Known Associates: Cherri-Anne (childhood friend), Mister Cerridwyn, Miss Caileen, Mister Raindrinker. Enemies: No enemies, but she does have an uneasy association with Mister Blake. Goals & Aspirations: Sworn to the Penance of Duty, aiding other good religions, opposing all efforts of the followers of Bane and Cyric, and reporting and repairing areas of wild and dead magic. World peace! ;D Famous quotes: *squeak!*
I found this picture on the Internet and thought it fit her awesomely, so I figured I'd post it and write an actual description for her finally. I don't know the artist, but he's very talented and deserves a lot of credit!
Female Lightfoot Hin Bard/Fighter/Weapon Master
Alhandra is a tiny bit taller then your average hin. She's athletic, but one could not possibly suspect her actual strength from it. The bloodmages' arms, when touched, feel unusually hard though, and someone skilled at sensing ki or arcane energy would sense a lot of both being channeled through her musculature. She's well tanned and has sparkling green eyes, and would probably count as quite pretty by most standards. Cept she's kinda short by most standards, obviously. (Base Cha 14)
Usually, her feelings are quite easy to determine, seeing as one could describe her as quite moody. She's quick to smile, but just as quick to throw a hissy fit about something. She usually strides through the streets regally, radiating an utter confidence and arrogance that makes most commoners do their best to not bump into her (very high intimidate). When she feels unobserved, she might actually look pretty lost and alone though.
Alhandra seems to dislike being touched, and will, if barely noticable, tense up a little when touched with her permission, and tends to lash out at people who touch her without it.
Alhandra's usually dressed in dark but warm colours. Her armor is coloured in a dark shade of brass and includes many swirling and dangling parts which whirl around her distractingly when she moves quickly, thought those all come of rather easily when pulled on apparently.
Slung over her back, she nearly always carries an ornate scabbard holding Flifhor, a beautifully crafted falchion which's hilt is wrapped in blue leather and handguard is covered in golden runes in the Alzhedo language. When drawn, the sword emits a soft hum and appears to be covered in bright, white fire.
She always wears a plain copper bracelet around her left arm, and occassionally seems to play around with it when nervous.
In battle, Alhandra moves in a nearly dancelike way, darting across the battlefield gracefully without comprimising her defense. That said, her defense seems to be somewhat lacking, seeing as she is apparently unwilling to dodge anything, stubbornly attempting to parry, block or deflect anything, be it a sword or a fireball.
While her fancy, dance-like movements and the fact that she is a hin would lead one to suspect she'd focus on finesse, this is quickly proven wrong by the ammount of sheer brute force she brings to bear against her enemies with her actual attacks, often cleaving through even huge foes in single blows.
Standing a little over five feet tall, Isiolith has unruly fiery red hair intricately arranged and pinned back by a mithril and copper circlet but occasionally hair will escape and flop over one eye.
A single mithril earring dangles from her left ear, she bears a crystal bead necklace from which hangs a series of rings and an ancient green elven key that seems to be of sentimental value to her. She wears a green wedding band. Her arms and hands are strapped into bracers and fingerless leather gloves.
Her dusky green clothing appears to be drenched in black "shadow stuff" that curls off the fabric in evaporating wisps as she moves - leaving a trail of shadows behind her that slowly vanish. As dusk falls, small runes on the clothing appear to glow with the faintest of lights. The only symbol on her outfit is an arrow stitched into the right sleeve.
A green dragon-skin quiver sits at her back over a shield, her ancient bow - slung over her shoulder - seems to be important and more like a remarkable work of art than a weapon. She has a short sword sheathed at her hip which appears to occasionally whisper or utter words in a female voice.
Other weapons cannot be seen except for a large hunting knife sheathed at her thigh. There is a pouch on her belt which seems to be exclusively reserved for foraged food and a loud-looking elven hunting horn sits by it, carved from the horn of a ram.
Her skin is copper-toned and she has slanted, emerald-green eyes flecked with gold that have the patient and predatory look of a skilled huntress and scout. Her natural expression is close assessment, constantly looking at everything and sizing up strengths, weaknesses and threats. When her face relaxes, she becomes amiable but occasionally, infuriatingly secretive....sometimes her features will take on a wild and feral look.
She moves with extreme cat-like grace and stealth and will sometimes just vanish and be seen as no more than a fleeting shadow, if at all.
5'6 Dark green eyes. Hair, very straight and rich brown, with a striking gold tint that is especially noticeable in the sunlight. It is usually worn out rather than tied or braided back in any way, and reaches to his shoulders. He seems to be lucky in that no matter how un-brushed or scruffed his hair is, it nearly always sits in a fashion that gives the impression of being “neat enough”, probably due to it being so straight.
Complexion - typical for a sun elf, his skin is bronzed, mostly his skin seems smooth and without blemish, though if seen without a shirt, there are two scars that run vertically up both his sides, wicked, deliberate looking scars that look to have been inflicted by a large blade, they extend from half way up his rib cage, down to just above his hip. Near identical on both sides. Also of note – in fact quite striking when one searches for eye contact with him, is a small but elegant black tattoo just beside his left eye. The symbol would appear of elvish design, although even the most established of scholars would not be able to attribute it to any known word, lettering or affiliation.
On the palm of his right hand, is another tattoo. Three black inked elvish symbols. Fire, ice, and above and between the two, the symbol for water. He makes no effort to hide this marking and it can be seen easily whenever the palm of his right hand would come into a character's view. (though I am really bad at remembering to emote it!)
Physique: He looks muscular for an elf, though built moreso for agility than brute strength. He is very toned (rather than heavily bulked up). Upon first glance he could easily be assumed to be a warrior by his stance, balance and stature.
His manner can often come across as forward and bold, even “rude” at times compared to what is typical for his kin, often noticed alongside his playful (or mischievious) streak. He usually shows little reservation about physical contact or invading personal space (unless given an obvious sign that another may become offended by such.)
He seems at ease in most surroundings. When annoyed he is not shy about becoming confrontational, and argumentative, even resorting to goading and taunting certain individuals, although he is usually rational at these times and keeps confrontations restricted to words – as sharply barbed as these may be. For him to actually lose his temper and become truly angry or physically lash out is exceptionally rare. (Exception: Viere)
He wears four non-magical rings. Two on the first finger of his right hand, both identical. Simple and practically made bands with decorative runes made of silver. Perhaps these rings once contained some magic, though they are now nothing more than attractive, mundane metal bands.
One, beside the first two, on the middle finger of his right hand. A thicker gold ring with a square red ruby set into it.
And one on his left hand ring finger (commonly known as the “wedding” finger). An intricately crafted ring of three different metal colours, gold silver and bronze coloured, of a twisting vine design.
Visual (+ elf ears... - facial hair Rimieh's hair is longer as well, see above)
Last Edit: Feb 10, 2011 9:21:21 GMT -5 by jujumojo
Post by Retired DM Pithirendar on Nov 23, 2010 7:50:10 GMT -5
5'9" Fire red hair usually tied back into a messy (could not care less) pony tail. Unruly spikes stubbornly fly free. Appears to be in her early thirties.
A look in the distance betrays her easy going smile. There's a sadness behind those emerald green eyes. A window to the whispers of thoughts that escape her mask.
Tattoos run the length of her arms from shoulder to wrist. They are black, as if freshly painted, though they seem to come up from beneath the skin rather than painted on. The intricate swirls and lines seem to form a pattern which changes depending on the angle you look at them from. An almost optical illusion.
She looks strong and fit and has a very athletic build. There is often a weariness to her but she carries it with pride.
Abigail always has two katana at her hip.
As she passes by a scent of vanilla and cookies lingers in the air.
Post by probablyamage on Jan 10, 2011 3:42:22 GMT -5
Lustig is quite tall. At six feet, four inches he would tower above most men if he ever stood up strait. As it is, he is usually seen sitting, leaning, or contriving to have other people carry or support him in some way. While his height would be the first the people would note in a perfect world, by design or happenstance his face has become what most take note of first. His facial features are angular and handsome, though not unnaturally so. It is his dark blue eyes that arrest attention. This is not because of their beauty, but because his gaze flickers between casual relaxation and sharply focused intent. While his default expression is a charismatic smile his face oft conveys a great deal of emotion, occasionally even clearly intentional exaggerations to suit his mood, or purposes.
Rather thin and unimpressive arms are almost always concealed in the voluminous sleeves of the robes that he prefers. They end in large, fine boned hands. His fingers often twitch at tense moments, as if eager to be put to use in the casting of magic. Moderately graceful, Lustig has no visible muscle mass to speak of. His normally exposed chest, while well shaped, is a testament to a life spent at study. A variety of amulets and necklaces often are visible resting upon that thin chest. The most common of which is a brass scaled amulet, which glistens in the light. Close inspection would find that it is coated in diamond dust. Closer inspection will make the wizard wonder why you're staring at his chest, and yield little more information.
His voice is normally light and melodic, carefully conveying whatever emotion he wishes too at a given point in time. On the very rare occasions that he is angry, or when a song calls for it his voice shifts into a strong baritone. Careful observation will notice that he coughs a little when he switches to his more accustomed tone.
Post by Doom Rider on Jan 20, 2011 23:29:39 GMT -5
(Because I forgot to actually type one when I made him. Oops.)
Vaden Razath is a young man somewhere in his mid 20's with brown hair and hazel eyes. His gaze is steady and confident, and often an arrogant smirk crosses his face. He is not unattractive though better looking young men certainly walk the Realms. His voice is deep and often carries an authoritative tone though he usually conducts himself in a polite manner.
He is well built physically, strong and healthy to look upon. His manner suggests some form of educated upbringing. He keeps himself well groomed and well dressed - at least as far as his financial means allow.
"Howdy-doo, folks. I'm Sheriff Meyers. Be good, or I'll shoot you dead."
Post by elvishnation on Jan 24, 2011 9:22:37 GMT -5
Elven form Height: 5'2 Weight: 90lbs Eyes: Mystical light blue Hair: Silver Skin: Pale
Always a wood pendent of a wolf on a leather necklace around her neck. Her eyes filled with a great curiousity, though very feral. The light blue eyes stare around as if seeing things that may not be really even there possibly or seen by others. Always seems out of place within cities and towns. She seems very young, and immature relying mostly on instincts alone.
Most common animal form: Silvery white furred wolf Light mystical blue eyes With typical look and size of a larger Gray wolf
Height: 4'6-7" Weight: 80-90ish Eyes: dark Hair: black Skin: tan Race: Elven. She claims to be a mix of all four 'main' types of elven, defaulting to moon
She has 6 rings through her right ear, another through her left nostril. Her grin is nearly always crooked. What can be seen of her skin from the neck down (which is much, often, and always changing) is heavily scared. She has a large red angry looking scar, as if its not wanting to heal right, across her left shoulder and down her back, sliced through to the small of her back. On her left thigh is a dragon tattoo, that is covering another rather impressive scar, where much of the flesh is missing from her leg.
New to her is a pendant that she's hung around her neck. It may not be there long though. It is of a sliver of a moon.
~~As of March 4th, all of her scars have vanished. She seems pale, but steady afterwords. The one on her shoulder down to the small of her back is all that remains, red-angry-hated~~
Last Edit: Mar 4, 2011 16:52:35 GMT -5 by lowstorm
Strength through Discipline, Order through Strength, Peace through Order
Alora's features appear like most sun elves. Her skin is naturally lightly tan despite the lack of large amounts of sun light and her hair is dark blond slowly darkening as she grows. To other elves her features would mark her as young for a elf, likely just coming of age that most of her kin would possibly think of leaving the homes they were raised in.
Many times she is dressed in one of her Evergreen robes, which are usually naturally heavy, and many times layers several times over her, with needlessly complex straps, hooks, and other systems used to attach the clothing together.
In recent times her person has also came to carry several small knives on her, strung across her waist as many others would sheath a several swords. In addition to this she is often seen leaning on a wood staff that appears as one dented several times after hitting something solid, with a large green crystal on top. Many times seen on her pack is a elven bow, while not seeming overly powerful it does give off a faint light if viewed in her hand.
Emotionally, Alora is rarely happy or proud anymore, her first several months in Corymr slowly erasing the innocently curious, yet strange personality that the young elf came with and has replaced it with one that is often far more distrustful, often deeply depressed, or simply uncaring for her own well being at times, however few individuals have managed to bring her young curious side out for short amounts of time once again.
Player of -missing in action - Kain Phalanx , Paladin of Tyr and Purple Dragon -gone mining - Kelgrin Thunderhammer , Protector of Dwarven ways -lost at sea for now - Aaron Alexander , Paladin of Lathander - William - the Bull n smith
Post by sandcastles on Feb 19, 2011 18:11:30 GMT -5
A sun elf. Sharp green eyes. Long pale golden blonde hair. Thin facial features. In her late 14th decade.
At 5'5" Tiheriemae has a slender, graceful build that easily betrays her elven nature. Her gaze is cold, seeming both judgmental and haughty. She is never seen smiling. Her demeanor may often seem hostile or bitter for her voice is as sharp as her ever present glare.
Despite the fact that elves typically do not permanently mark their flesh, a boldly etched black tattoo of a cracked arrow shaft over a teardrop rests on her upper right bicep. It is ringed with intricate elven script and further framed by a blue crescent moon. Her left bicep is encircled with a tattoo of delicate humanoid footprints.
She favors charcoal black clothing highlighted with reds and wears a cloak that matches a drow's piwafwe, its mantle and hood white, seemingly in imitation of the dark elves hair. From a distance one without sharp eyes might even mistake her for one of the dark elves until her faintly bronze tinted skin becomes apparent. Her hood is always kept up, though rarely made to hide her features, during the day it is pulled down to shelter her eyes. In light she squints deeply. At her hip rests a pair of shortswords, cruel dagger, along with a plain buckler of dark metal.
Anyone with sufficient lore on elven deities may recognize the symbol on her arm - though as a minor power of the elven patheon few may know of it. It is the symbol of Shevarash; The Black Archer; Elven deity of loss, vengeance and hatred of the drow.
Sugar + Spice + [everything]Nice Illusionist.Waitress.Scholar.Student
"The fine line between valuing traditions and social slavery is marked by an individuals right for freedom of choice without prejudice."
Post by sarahpharris on Feb 22, 2011 11:06:40 GMT -5
Height: 5'2" Weight: 112 lbs Age: 130 ish Hair: Brown and tied back into a ponytail. Eyes: Green Race: Wood Elf
She tends to wear a fancy tunic over a chain shirt which often jingles on occasion when she moves, the tunic itself is charcoal coloured with silver detailing to follow the dogma of her faith. She tends to cover most of her body save for her forearms which show no scarring or tattoos. She tends to decorate her face with small gems that have no real value that stretch down the right hand side of her face to the cheek bone, and she also has five under her bottom lip. Often she draws a pattern under her right eye which has some meaning to her although she is not willing to share the full reason why.
She carries a battered rapier that has seen better days, it's on the point of rusting but she won't part with it at all. Her bow is in poor condition, seeming to be warped from age and has no attention given to it over the time she has owned it. Other than that her equipment is quite sparse, she wears a single ring with a blue gem set in it and a has a pair of gloves she slips on when she is off on her travels. The rest of her garb fits with her tunic and tends to be charcoal coloured with silver detailing.
Tied around a leather strap on her neck is a nova star with asymmetrical rays which is the symbol to her diety, any who know realise that the symbol represents Erevan Ilesere.
Name: Delgal Orakhammer Height: 5'1" Weight: 158 lbs Age: 65 Hair: No hair but a red beard Eyes: gray Race: Shield Dwarf
Delgal Orakhammer has traveled from from the region of Impiltur to become a the warrior the has always wanted.
He has a friendly heart but rarely shows emotions. Delgal has been trained in the skill of defensive, to parry blows with this shield and counterattack with his battelaxe, and this is a skill he has sworn to work to perfection.
Because of this young age is Delgal still inexperienced and often believe his strength is greater then it really is.
His hate for goblins and orc's runes deep and would give up a good meal for a swoop in a goblin fort.
Fynn is tall and broad-shouldered for a young woman, her hair is wiry, red and she wears it down. She has slightly pointed features, her ears are strangely shaped and possess a jagged, creased edge. Her eyebrows are impressively wind-swept and never, ever stay smooth or tidy. She would be described as "average looking peasant stock" by an onlooker and she dresses like one, her clothes have very little in the way of decoration except a simple ring given to her a dwarven friend, out of sentiment and a necklace bearing a Red Tears pendant.
Her eyes are kind and compassionate and she speaks softly except when irritated or unimpressed by something.
Her clothing is usually green or brown, she wears a simple leather belt in which hangs a sickle and a loop of leather threaded through an odd wire device called a mandala.
The only other items in her possession are a leather bag usually groaning with food and supplies and a mildly enchanted spear.
Dave is a huge man covered in tribal tattoos and phrases written in his native tongue. He can be seen dressed in his leather chest piece aswell as dirty fur's and hides covering the rest of his body with either a large pair of furred boots or a pair of thongs. A belt across his waist and a sash running down diagonally across his chest is home to several skulls and shrunken heads of various species. A huge claymore and what appears to be a door with a green dragons head mounted on it and decorated with skulls can be seen crudely strapped across his back. At his side is a battle axe and littered all across his body several daggers and crude shiv's can be seen. His expression is one of either hostility or a wide grin.
Name: Marcus Lyon Age: 22 Height: 5 '11 Hair: Blonde, well kept
Marcus is a young squire knight usually clad in heavy full platemail. The chest piece of his armour shows a large engraving of a grey and gold lion while his shoulder plate depicts the symbol of The Order of the Radiant Heart. A longsword can be seen sheathed at his side. Along the blade the words "The Roar of the Lyon" can be seen. His expression is usually a kind smile while on an adventure or similiar situation his expression is one of determination.
Rold is an incredibly old human who can be seen wandering around in a dressing gown and a pair of dirty slippers. His expression is often one lost in deep thought or occasionally a mischievious grin. A staff in his hands and a tattered pointy hat on his head gives him the look of your average stereotypical wizard.
Active Joric Battle-Born Colin Darkhand Dave Marcus Lyon
Height: 5' Weight: 130+, it is increasing with her muscle mass Eyes: green Hair: dark red Skin: tan with red scales Race Elven/dragon
Amothrade is very muscular, having fully taken on her red-dragon heritage. There's no hiding the fact that she is an elf, nor is there any hiding she's part red dragon. Blazing red hair falls down to her shoulders. She leaves it down and when in combat she keeps it back in a blood red shawl.
A pair of perfect red wings grow from her back. Her scales are hard and full, as they speckle her skin. She does have bare areas. The scales cover most of her 'important parts'
Her scythe is bigger than herself. Fully metal and enchanted, it rests strapped to her back. Flames lightly drip from it, sizzling before they touch the ground. The scythe never leaves her side. Rumor is she sleeps with it when she doesn't take a lover to her bed. Chances are, the rumors are true. A few past lovers would say they shared the bed with her scythe.
She now has a faint white scar on her right hand. There's more faint white scars criss-crossing her back from a whip. But since she is a warrior, they don't seem too out of place.
Last Edit: Jul 20, 2015 22:35:11 GMT -5 by lowstorm
Strength through Discipline, Order through Strength, Peace through Order
Berea is graceful and carries herself quietly. She wears earth-toned leathers and usually has a longbow slung over her shoulder. It is not unusual to glimpse stray flower petals, twigs, and moss in her hair. She may not always have a smudge-free face, but she is pleasantly elvish in countenance. Her behavior and mannerisms, though, lend her a much more casually human air.
Post by PA Fun Police on Oct 29, 2011 16:01:50 GMT -5
Amon:age 22(soon to be 23) weight:210-220 Height:6'4(on a good day)
Amon regularly in plates and a hood (it is common to see a black silk surgeons style mask fixed to his face underneath his hood.) He has shoulder length hair that sometimes will find its way into his face. His hair is a very dark brown often sometimes appearing black. His hair is naturally slightly curly towards the tips. He is broad shouldered and filled out. He may in comparison to other men his height, not be as overly hulking with muscles but with diligent training has much lean muscle wrapped around him. When his mask is either not fixed or the rarity occurs that he doesn't have his hood on, his jawline has the faintest bit of facial hair leading to a not very full go-t. His eyes are a hazel color on the outside of the iris and fade to a dark green near the pupil.
Post by hellscream123 on Dec 6, 2011 4:00:35 GMT -5
Arician age 26? race Human 6,2 and slightly broader shoulders then most well built (for a wizard) and wears very fine attire. A small red band is wraped around one finger and the occasional symbol of Mystra and Waukeen appear through out his atire.
Arician "Blue" Hellscarem - Always serious, always strange, and always rolling his eyes.
Gargen the angry hin.
Age: 35 Height: 5' 10" Weight: 160 Race: Human (Half Shou, Half Damaran) Skin: Weathered and Tan Hair: Dark Blond almost a sand color Eyes: Dark brown almost black Body Type: Athletic and slim Identifiable Marks: A growing number of scars and a tattoo on his left cheek of an inky black tear and one on his right cheek of a black fist also a brand mark on his right upper arm the symbol is of a bird of prey.
Last Edit: Dec 7, 2011 22:57:15 GMT -5 by quelunia
// I completely forget the description I have for Roxy in-game, so here's an update.
//it took me years to realize this, but you can view your own PC's description in-game. go to an empty quickslot, use the radial menu to put "examine" on the quickslot, and you can then "examine" yourself (and presumably anything else that refuses to be examined on right-clicking, though i can't remember having run into anything else that has this issue). //if you have a locally-saved copy of the PC, i'm guessing there is a file somewhere with their description as well, though i haven't researched that to be sure.
(partial) distribution of net worth (2001): top 1%: 33% (top 5%: 59%) bottom 80%: 16%
CEO compensation as a ratio of average CEO pay to avg production worker pay (values approximate, accurate to +/- 5): 1970: 40 to 1 1980: 45 to 1 1990: 90 to 1 2000: 305 to 1 2002: 380 to 1
to think, when i first saw these numbers i thought they referred to some despotic 3rd world dictatorship. nope, it's US.