Height: 6'8" Build: Very Muscular Hair: Black Eyes: Brown with flecks of red
This half-orc is happy. Very happy. When you talk to him, he will be smiling and listening to you sincerely. He seems to smile all the time, actually. You feel like any kind of insult would just fall apart from his strong aura of optimism alone. Around his smile, his face is surprisingly friendly and unmarred, except for the one small scar across the bridge of his nose. His tusks seem to be cleaned regularly, and his sideburns are smooth and fluffy. You can see a few sturdy-looking bottles attached to his belt: one filled with ground herbs, one with cloves of garlic, one with salt, and another with brown sugar...
Bao Gur: Your friendly neighborhood chef and toymaker! Tonvg Erged: If the Cheshire Cat were a guidance counselor. Vudash Kourd: Art history is reputable! Baltoha: Dancing King, Big and Green Yi jiang: That's pretty neat!
Post by deadbeatbert on Apr 24, 2016 15:36:02 GMT -5
Updated information: Tiberius Miller
Hair:Ranges from fairly a short dark blond coif to shoulder length shaggy locks. Depending on when it was last cut. His facial hair will often either be in need of shaving or clean shaved. In winter he sports a beard.
Gait: Upright, almost stately.
Upkeep: His armour is always clean and polished before going to fight, his clothes repaired and in good stead. His smithing gear though is entirely workman like.
Battle Style: He uses all of his force in a very straight forward brutish manner, taking every opportunity to pummel his foe into the ground and then aim for weak spots in their armour. There is no grace to this at all.
In the last three and a half years, Tiberius has grown two inches and added nearly thirty pounds to his frame. His hair has darkened a little, with the golden sheen of his mother's locks giving slight way to his father's mousey brown hair. His attitude has also changed. He is more confident in himself as a person and recognises his faults more, but that has not paid any influence over his desire to test himself at every opportunity. The odour of the forge is almost ever present and the soot and grime of smithing clings to him like a trophy.
Post by smacrasmacrasmacra on Jul 12, 2016 4:05:02 GMT -5
Height: 7' 1" // 216cm
Weight: 320 lbs // 145 kg
Build: lurching, lumbering, just a little elongated--he has a tendency to loom and lean over when speaking to people like a total creeper. Picture early to mid career Shaquille O'Neal without social graces.
Head: Some people have been hit with the ugly stick. Digger was repeatedly dragged through the ugly forest at high speed. His mouth hangs open almost impossibly far at nearly all times. His nose ring is glistening with mucous. His topknot tugs at the gnarly tangle of filmy hair, always greasy, despite his best efforts to keep it perfumed and clean. He is a warty, splotchy, acne-scarred, lash-scarred roadmap of pain and unfortunate genetics. His eyes are permanently squinting out from under the oppressive weight of his prodigious brow like a monstrous Gilbert Godfried. He stares too long. He breathes through his mouth. His ear hair is braided.
Speech: He tries so hard to figure out common. He has made significant strides of late and has studied his arse off to do so. His misunderstanding of a potentially incarcerating near-offense has proven beneficial. Still, he makes the occasional faux pas ranging in intensity from minor verb disagreements to inadvertently fomenting a coup d'etat. YMMV.
Weapon: His faithful friend is his super-heavy pick-axe (scythe) which he's replaced so many parts so many times it is an entirely different item by this point, but who's counting?
Common knowledge: raised in a lightless and isolated mining slave camp in Undermountain, freed when adventurers destroyed it and escaped in the chaos. Made his way east with his pick and cobbled together clothing as colorful as he could find. Has great difficulty with the mixed syntax of Common. Claims to be the King of Orcy Fashion. A bit of a humongous lost puppy. Is employed as a walking billboard for the Cornucopia Trading Company, something for which this small-giant is quite well suited...right up until people start asking him questions.
Full Name: Moonyava Underthistle Race: Lightfoot Halfing Place of Birth: High Forest Class: Numinous Hierophant (Level 20 Druid) Special Skills: Healing Herbology (BASE Heal check: 28); Herbal Lore (BASE Lore check: 17); Gardening (Green Thumb check: Unknown; Corporeal Meditation practice (Concentration check: 23) Patron Diety: Sheela Peryroyl (Watchful Mother/Green Sister) Alignment: Neutral Good Companion: Dire Wolf; Ceta (Hinnish for 'Lady') Summoning: Staff of Animal Summoning: ability to summon various manner of animals from the sly, meek, Grey Fox to the beastly, savage, Gray Render.
Greater Sylvan Book of Summoning:ability to summon various Sylvan creatures to aid her from the squishy Myconid to the hardened Treant.
Divine: : Moonyava's honed innate druidic ability allows her to summon various manner of animals including badgers and bears to help her on her daily activities such as running errands or acting as runners to and from The Grove should she not be able to be there herself. Furthermore, her dedication to nature allows her to summon an Elder Elemental to act as a stalwart defender should she need such assistance.
Shifting: Ability wise Moonyava has the ability to shift into various animals should she need to, including a dire bear, dire badger, a panther and even a grey owl or white wolf, prefering the smaller shifts due to her small stature, the larger shapes leaving her weak for a day or more (*ooc: No adventuring for one full game day) However, her closeness to nature has allowed her to shift into any Greater-elemental (air, water, fire or earth) of her choosing 3/day without consequence, including a Floral Elemental that gives the druidess a close connection to the earth and subsequent damage reduction as well as resistance to negative energies, while given the ability to heal any companions or summons at her side multiple times.
Eyes: Light Grey Complexion: Olive skin tone to that of dark brown in the late spring and summer months. Build: Slender; trim.
... AND SOME LITTLE DETAILS
Armor: Tree Skin (+3 AC, 5% Damage Immunity to both piercing and bludgeoning attacks); blessed ironwood makes up this druidic armor. Though slightly more cumbersome (*ooc +2 Max Dex Mod (she has +3)) for her, opposed to the leathers she's used to, it offers up increased protection with its imbued nature blessing and damage immunity to certain attacks making it ideal for the wandering druidess in an increasingly hostile environment. Weapon (Missile): Stormhorn Survivor's Sling (+1 AB;Cold Resist 10/-;+2 Saving throws vs. Cold; Mighty +2; Unlimited Bullets +1d6 fire damage.) This weapon was the young druidesses largest expense yet but has been, ever since, Moonyava's weapon of choice used to keep foes at bay from afar while her summons and Ceta take the frontline should she be traveling alone and, in addition, giving her ample time to offer divine support both offensively and defensively depending on the situation. Weapon (Melee): Sickle of Holy Mourning +1 (+1 AB; +2 vs. Undead) Tattoos: None Piercings/ jewelry: She has a single gold nose ring pierced through her right nostril and wears non-descript metal armbands on both biceps and a handcrafted choker made of hemp around her neck from which hangs a small amulet in the shape of a daisy:
Last Edit: May 27, 2017 7:08:58 GMT -5 by Baldgeek
The woman before you radiates a confidence almost palpable, verging on crushing as the eyes that shimmer with arcane energy study you over in an appraising manner, more often than not finding you unworthy of her attention. Should you approach her the eyes soften in to a warm inviting pools sparkling with promise, her lips twisting easily into a smile to match. Her hair is more often pulled up so that it will not bother her vision as she goes about her business, as her lithe body moves with a grace most telling of her higher up bringing. Her skin is flawless adding to her almost unnatural beauty save for her ears, which bare brazen scars along the tips in a round like fashion.
Hair: Chestnut Brown, often pulled upwards in a pony tail Eyes: Hazel Green, shimmering with emerald green energy Height: 5'2" Body: Lithe and slender
Oh so many silly sorts. Lets give a hand to the notables!
Gid the Soon to be God! Meesha Grimm, Mistress of Sorcery for the Alizarin Academy. Alexandria Wolfenspire, Prettiest Dragon of Cormyr!
name: Deth'Duranlam Eytherundlin gender: female built: Like a dancer hair: platinum blonde eyes: appear blue, green, or dark gray skin: pale gold subrace: sun elf
First Impression: To an elf, the elfess appears to have a body of a dancer, with all the right curves in all the right places. She carries herself with almost regal pride, easily confused with the trademark haughtiness of her people. Which is accentuated by her angular, sharp features and full lips, that are pleasing to the eye even by elven standards. Her garments, armor and weapons are exceptionally fine, as if they were merely props to please the eye.
Second Impressions: She walks with nonchalant confidence, revealing by the ease she uses her weapons and gear that there is actual practicality to their craftsmanship. To some, she will present the full severity of her cold gaze and demeanor. Few others, she will receive casually, with warmth and even mirth. The rest might be left with the nagging feeling of being granted an audience at a court.
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2017 15:10:43 GMT -5 by mandene
Player of: Ariean Hunithitryn'Rae: some fancy names/titles and Handy Girl.
Name: Raven (Her true name unknown) Age: 120 years old Race: Sy'tel'quissir (Wild Elf) Origin: Born in the High Forest however raised in Alu'daoin, Cormanthor (Alu'daoin meaning "Water Stars") Deity: Solonor Alignment: Chaotic Good
Raven with eyes of olive green smiles at you from a way. She holds all the typical features of a wild elf- her shoulder length African, curly hair sits upon the top of her head in a wild mess, her high cheekbones framing her pointed face. Dark chocolate skin of her sy'tel'quissir heritage comes into view though her complexion remains smooth, unscathed or scarred. The lithe Elfess stands around 5'0" tall, her small frame hidden beneath layers of leather and cloth.
In the depth of the night Va'Thimae Dur'Drannor had made camp deep within the High Forest, the small camp fire crackling before him as he wrote of his excavations and archaeological finds in a small leather journal; his demeanour relaxed. His quill slid along the page with ease as he draw the symbols he'd found but a day ago upon an Elven ruin. Though his ear flickered to the odd sounds floating upon the winds. Placing his quill down, he looked about the surrounding forest, shrugging and continuing to etch his drawing. Again, a faint echo was heard upon the wind though this time they sent shivers down his spine. Immediately Va'Thimae poured water upon the camp fire, tucking his journal back into his satchel before unsheathing his rapier and making his way silently through the under brush. Sounds of battle were heard, screaming of women and men echoing through the trees. In the distance he could see the flickering of fires, the shadows and silhouettes of fleeing tel'quissir showing in the nearby distance. His eyes widened in shock as he watched the white haired Dhaerow slaughtering the small camp of Wild elves; the sy'tel'quissir majorly outnumbered by the band of darkness. One by one the elves fell to the Dhaerow blades, their red eyes reflecting the blood that spilled 'til suddenly, the screams were no more. Only the crackling of the roaring fires echoed now, the Dhaerow shouting their profanities and cheering in the name of Lolth. As the Dhaerow began to leave, Va'Thimae quickly lay within the long grasses, attempting to hide from the dark elves as they marched past him and back from where they'd come from.
He let ten minutes pass before he considered even raising his head. Slowly, he pressed himself up, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes as he glanced upon the burning camp. Taking his rapier in his grasp once again, he stood; walking about the remains and checking the bodies for survivors. However little did he know his life was about to change...
Within the silence came a squeal, a small babe's desperate cry heard clear even through the loud crackling of the fire's burning through the wooden huts. With an immediate turn, Va'Thimae's eyes began to search for where the cry had come from. Again the babe squealed and with hasted steps, he kicked in the hut's door to search for the newborn child. Before him he saw a scene of torturous heart ache; the two sy'tel'quissir, a mother and father laying lifeless upon the floor, a large pile of fabrics and boxes stacked high and scattered behind their bodies. The babe squealed again, the fright and desperation evident in the cry. Va'Thimae stepped over their bodies, pulling boxes and fabrics out of the way, 'til there he saw the small child wrapped up safely inside a woven basket; it's life perhaps not even a month old.
"Shh, little one" he spoke softly, taking the female babe gently within his rough hands. "Va is here... Shh... I have you." He held the babe close to his chest, tucking the blanket around her to keep her warm, his arms rocking and bobbing her gently as he walked about the hut. As the babe stared up at him, Va'Thimae noticed her eyes; orbs of liquid olive green that seemed to swirl in the darkness. There was something calming about them, something that made him fall in love with that innocent babe and wish to protect her. A small fond grin grew upon his thin lips. Suddenly there was a grip at his ankle. Immediately he jumped, scurying back into the pile of boxes and knocking them upon the floor. The female elfess with her body and face covered in blood glanced up to him, her stare full of concern.
"My... Babe..." She spoke in Elven. "You take her... Raise her..." Va'Thimae nodded slowly, his calmness returning. "Promise me... Care for her..."
"I will care for her." He spoke surely. "I promise."
Last Edit: May 4, 2017 0:55:40 GMT -5 by Emma_Raven
Raven-Independant Scholar of Archeology and Lore & Dhaerowathila
Hair: Shining black, thick, cut short and tidy Skin: Light skinned, moderately tanned in summer Eyes: A rich brown pair of doe eyes smoulder beneath thick eyebrows Lips: Full and flush Height 5' 11" Build: Violet's wide shoulders and hips carry a good bit of muscle beneath soft and frame-proportionate features
Violet saunters and basks where she pleases. Slow to react, she'd tell you she's languid more than clumsy. Her pride in her appearance is apparent and well warranted, keeping herself clean and her equipment finely appointed. Once she takes up a task, she throws herself into it with reckless abandon and wantonly throttles up the intensity.
Height: 5'9" Build: Looks a bit thin but toned Eyes: Have a slight blue glow to them making it impossible to see the eye color to the naked eye Skin: From what you -can- see of his face he has a greyish ash skin Head attire: He is always seen with a hood and skin tight silk mask that covers the lower half of his face from the bridge of his nose down
He has resided in Cormyr roughly 10 years. Though not monotone his voice carries little enthusiasm in anything. Being his face is covered 100% of the time it is hard to gauge any sort of feeling from his face. Anger and intrigue can normally be discerned in either his voice or eyes. He has been known to like and harbor some animals but it mostly consists of a small chipmunk.
This is pretty much how I see his current clothing sans long cloak. I'm not huge on the crafter so the tabard you currently see me using in game looks more like this to me. Looks about like a regular robe if he's standing straight but he is usually standing in a lax manner, showing the separated cloth tails from the belt down.
(If anyone that does make a bunch of outfits, I know you're out there..., could show me if its possible to replicate something like it in game I would be willing to take a look. But for now the tabard is the best I could do)
Obedience Breeds Discipline, Discipline Breeds Unity, Unity Breeds Power, Power is Life
Guess it's about time I do one of these so I'll start with Kali. I like Baldgeek's format so I will shamelessly steal.
THE BASICS ...
Full Name: Kali Jarna Race: Human Place of Birth:Amn Class: Druid Patron Diety: Silvanus (Treefather) Alignment: True Neutral Companion: Dire Wolf; Merc
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 120 lbs. (after eating too many of Manus' pies that Marister keeps supplying) Hair: Light blonde, shoulder length SUMMARY: Kali looks like she is still in her 20s due to the Druid ability of Timeless Body. All of her armor and equipment is enchanted to keep her safe, and she never travels without spells of protection that are quite powerful and last a long time. Her weapons are specialized and heavily enchanted, and made more so by the items she uses to imbue them. She is a powerful ninth level spell caster, who combines healing and buffing abilities with offensive spells. She can transform her body into many shapes, and uses them as the need arises. She is most times pleasant to speak to, but loses patience quickly with those who try to upset the natural order of things.
Kali Jarnna - Tree hugging human Dina Hyanda - Sneaky Chaotic Manus Thunderrock - That's thunder ROCK....
I reinstalled NWN1 and looking forward to playing here. I haven't however managed to figure out how to make a new post on the forum - so am trying to reply to an existing post.
I have a question about crafting - i am unable to figure it out.
I have manage to read some general stuff which is just confusing.
So that i can understand - can someone - name a specific component (that i might find in a starting area) - - tell which table it goes in! With what? - - and what to do with it.-------------------NWN uses a number of crafting systems - - for example one of them you need to stand close to a table and not put anything in it -- - general waffling does not help me at all - some specific example would be of great benefit. Please.
Last Edit: Jun 12, 2017 4:50:29 GMT -5 by louballic2
Post by twilightvixen on Jun 23, 2017 12:27:54 GMT -5
THE BASICS ...
Full Name: Lyssa Vitalis Race: Human Place of Birth:Vilhon Reach Class: Paladin Patron Diety: Kelemvor Alignment: LG
Age: 19 Height: 5' 7" Weight: 130 lbs. Hair: Brown, length reaches just below the shoulders Eyes: Hazel Skin tone: not too pale, though seems to not have seen sun as much. Base charisma: 17 (as of this post) SUMMARY: She appears to be very well built from a great deal of training. Due to her training and battles she appears just slightly older than she is. Most often wearing the greys of Kelemvor's followers, as well as a bastard sword favored weapon. Around her neck is a gold chain holding a skeletal arm grasping golden scales. She gives off an older personality, often trying to keep a lighter more playful side when she can and appropriate.
Description (yea his beard not trimmed here but heh I may photoshop again )
Hair: Long jet black and stops right above his buttocks.
Beard: Jet black neatly trimmed
Eyes: Deep sapphire blue with a mischievous twinkle. When seen in fire light, they sparkle like the gem. Though at times have a haunted, hunted look.
Age: Early twenties though he seems to have an air of maturity about him of one older.
Build: He is well developed and muscled like a panther. His chest has hair jet black thick but not so thick as skin can be seen through it. From a distance it resembles a wine goblet.
Origins: His parentage unknown as he was left as a six month old baby at an orphanage in Waterdeep. His coloring, a medium tan and build suggests he may be of both Mulhorandi and Rashemi descent. His voice is a pleasing to the ears, a warm tenor in tone.
His companion is a dire wolf named Mashoed.
His goddess is Mielikki, the Forest Queen. Her Symbol is on the back of his cloak. He is one of Her Needles, a Ranger. He is efficient with a long bow and dual blades, a scimitar and dagger or two scimitars.
What is known:
It is known that he was abducted from Waterdeep and brought to Thay. It is known he spent some time there before escaping. His arrival in Cormyr , though planned was interfered with slightly due to a red wizard's spell gone slightly wrong. His power and knowledge to use his skills was taken from him, making him have to start over almost like a child.
It is known that aside from common he speaks Elven quite well having lived with Elves while in Waterdeep/Sword Coast area. He also knows Chondathan.
He shows compassion for others but at times can be a jokester in making remarks though they are often benign. When traveling with others, he most often is support though if needed will go to the front. At times with no thought of his own welfare, he risks himself to aid those in his group.
Through the instruction of Cassily, he now is able to speak the language of the Forest, Sylvan.
He is married to Cassily, a Druidess of Silvanus and a fellow Guardian. Their wolves Mashoed and Cronia are also mates and recently had a litter of three pups. Two male and one female.
Last Edit: Jul 6, 2017 14:37:15 GMT -5 by Animayhem
Marister-Ranger of Mielikki, Man of Mystery, Often misunderstood.
Nelmyria is a red-haired Tormite who hails from Lyrabar, the capital of Impiltur. She is a little over six feet tall and looks to be in her mid twenties. Her armor is a mix of deep midnight blue and silver. Secured along her belt, one would notice a book and holy symbol of Torm wrapped together. Her cloak's brooch looks to be a silver sword, indicating her ties with the noble Silverthorn family in Suzail. Publicly, Nelmyria holds herself with a soldier's posture, though it would be easy enough to make her relax simply by speaking with her. She is slow to speak in most social encounters, choosing to listen more often than not.
Kilrith Ironhammer is a stocky Dwarf with raven black hair and a weathered, hard face. His facial hair is well kept, seemingly always well-oiled and braided in places. His hazel eyes stare out into the world with a look of weariness and warmth. His dark hair has begun to recede, though he tries his best to keep it looking neat and as tidy as possible.
His armour often changes colour, but will almost always have some semblance of a silver shine to it, his way of displaying his allegiance to his chosen God Clangeddin Silverbeard. He also carries with him a pin that marks the two battleaxes crossed over one another that is Clangeddin's symbol. He will only ever be seen wearing a cloak in case of ceremonies or prestigious events.
It will be rare indeed to see this Dwarf out of his armour, but if they do his clothes will often be rather plain and simple. Something easy to fit his platemail ontop of in case of emergencies. His clothing does little to hide the stocky nature of this Dwarf's build. His large muscular arms from many days within mines swinging axes or taking blow after blow against Giantkin. He also has develloped quit the impressive stomach from an avid amount of drinking, though whether it can be said this is all due to the ale he drinks or his daily regimen it can't be decided.
Though a gruff and stubborn character, he can be quite pleasant to those that he deems trustworthy. He often comes to respect those that can hold their own in an argument and validate their beliefs, even if he doesn't believe in them himselves. His old and stubborn view on magic will often lead him to be at ends with many a mage.
Generation 2 (2019+) Lucas Alan Riftin' Character Progress Report
// Gen 2 Portrait - The Blue Rose
Alignment: Lawful Good Race: Half-Elf( was accepted as a member of the elves shortly before the Sembian War of 1372) Height: With Armor 6' (ft) 5'8(ft) without Weight: With armor 205(lbs) 158(lbs) without Age: 30 Age Appearance: 4-5 years younger than physical age due to Elven heritage build: Thin-lengthy and toned(more leg than upper body) "ectomorph" body type Occupation: Divine Champion of Angharradh Home: The Dale Lands (Cormanthor) Love interest: Kathy Hall
Total Events/ Campaigns
20 Events(3 DM Ran)
5 Campaigns(Generation 1: The Road To a Knight [Under Creative Writing page 1 Top] The Dark Prince [Under Creative Writing Page 1], Peace Walker [Under Creative Writing Page 2],
The Legend of Ekul(Echo) [Under Creative Writing Page 3] Luke And The Void[Under Creative Writing Page 3 to 4] )
//Luke's Theme Song agreed on 10th anniversary re-re-remix
Passed the training regime of the RCMH but was denied by a upper ranking offical at the age of fifteen
Was turned away by the triadic order for trying to turn Zodika from lovitarians and free her from what he assumed was long the lines of slavery.
Tried to join the guardians but found they contact you plus they turned him away anyways due to his race.
Was enlisted to Join the Ironsworns, but he rejected thier policy as it didn't suit his knightly stature. Would've been the rank Maric Boggs is now within it though.
Decided to walk alone being rejected by many of the guilds and thus became his favorite Title before given it -The Lone Wolf-
Joined The Valkur Roar Reserves:
Valkur Roar Reserves Current Rank: Guardsman - Private- One Arrow
Rowdy Paladin (Given by Isolith's Unicorn)
Radical Knight (Given By Triadic Order)
Stubborn Moron (Given By Mara)
Lone Wolf (Given By Celia after her break up from fenix as a winter wolf after luke saved her from suicide with another) [Luke's favored]
Wolverine (Given By Ariean and later Cherri the draonic warrior) [Luke's Favored]
The Guardian Lion (The Immortal Nine Of the Jade Palace In Shou)
The Golden Scale (A Shou emperor and Clergy In Shou)
The Blue Rose (Granted to him By his lighter Half after sacrificing himself for the world)
The Foolish Thug (Given by Vindel for Luke standing up and fighting every battle with everything he has no matter it's cost to him or others)
Classes/ Jobs [Full Sheet Pen and Paper 3.5 RP Sheet ]
// "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." - 2 Timothy 4:7
// We aren't one class but many, sometime we aren't masters of these classes, but we never lose their knowledge completely. By living each day, we take on new classes without knowing. Sometimes we take on new classes to simply survive life, Other times we do to reach our dream whatever that may be. Though know most are likely duel classing without even realizing it. Fearlessly becoming something different, ever changing, ever growing. Fearless.
Divine Ranking: Demi Power Divine Name: The Blue Rose
Total Level: 21 [Epic]
Ranger: 2---(ages: 8-11) Living in the Cormanthor loses his companion and thus his connection to this class. Rogue: 1---(ages 11-12) Became a rogue to escape the underdark as a slave During the Cormanthor War Fighter: 5---(ages 12-16) Fought the cormanthor war to the end, Came to Cormyr -became lawful to prove to tempus a fighter doesn't always have to fight with weapons for blood- Paladin: 5---(ages16-22) Found His true love in both faith and heart and fights for it against Tempus, ultimately loses and is saved by being torn between whom to follow(deity) becoming luke and Ekul(echo). 5th lvl Became a Divine Champion Battle Master: 7---(ages20-22) - Mastered himself and his blade work. Divine Champion 1---(age: 23-30) Finally accepted what he was meant to become. Given earlier but took him until the age 23 to figure it out for himself becoming lawful good once and for all. retains all class abilities of paladin for the fact he becomes a divine champion of the same god he was a paladin for-
Motto: Always give a 110% Death isn't a end it's a new beginning! No pain no gain!
Post by saintcroix on Mar 29, 2019 21:03:31 GMT -5
Ting is Ting
Full Name: Ting Cent Race: Wood Elf Place of Birth:Tangled Trees Class: Ranger Patron Diety: Shverash Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 130 Height: 5' 3" Weight: 130 lbs.
Hair: Brown, length reaches just below the shoulders
Skin tone: tanned for a ranger
SUMMARY: Ting is Ting... is spiritual not religious.... is a ranger pure and simple.... she prides on herself on hitting what she aims at. She escaped the Tangled Trees as a pup as she knew the world was so much larger. Is simple.... but so much more
Last Edit: Apr 5, 2019 21:50:27 GMT -5 by saintcroix