Post by Tatterize on Nov 4, 2013 20:22:27 GMT -5
Name: Uresil Vhaid’uss
Age: 82
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Weapon(s): Uresil is a practicing Necromancer, and as such prefers to utilize the powers of the dead when engaged in combat. He has minimal skill with a short sword, which is generally used in small skirmishes to avoid diminishing his energy.
Alignment: True Neutral
Eye Colour: A deeper red as far as eyes go.
Hair Colour: Off-white, borderline cream. He has umber streaks in his hair which are beaded.
Likes: Money, His Own Hair, Expensive Trinkets, Knowledge, Having The Upper Hand.
Dislikes: Damp Weather, Olives, Outspoken Idiots, Clashing Colours, Having His Time Wasted.
Appearance: Uresil is tall enough, matching heights with the average human male. As is typical for his race, he is slender in the waist and narrow in the shoulders, giving him a feminine appearance. He takes meticulous care of his hair, braiding small beads into carefully dyed umber strands along his crown. There are two silver hoops in the upper shell of his left ear, and a charred bone fits snuggly into the lobe. Uresil has many tattoos which seem to slither across his body, depicting traditional Dark Elven lore. They vary in shades of red and silver, enchanted to show upon his charcoal skin. When casting any of the more complex spells at his disposal, Uresil will often return to the more traditional roots of Necromancy, which often include more blood and crushed bone matter than he is necessarily comfortable with. Eating the flesh of the deceased is also a common practice, and though he will comply Uresil’s breath will reek of mint for the following days.
Uresil wears a garb typical of a Necromancer, though he has taken some artistic liberties with the design and embellished it with silver and small gemstones. Enough to brag of his wealth, but little enough to be practical. His robes are black in colour and thick to keep out the chill, and they smell of sulfur and rosewater. An odd combination to be sure, but try as he might Uresil simply cannot banish the sulfuric smell that plagues him due to his line of magic. (haha plagues death pun wow I am funny)
Uresil is otherwise not someone who would stand out in a crowd. Due to his weapon of choice, he is not overly powerful in a physical sense, and therefore is one who is often preyed upon by pickpockets and petty thieves hoping to make an easy coin. While his physical prowess is nothing special, his reflexes are not to be trifled with, and what Uresil lacks in strength is easily made up for in his wicked accuracy and ability to calculate his opponent’s next move.
Personality: As one would expect from a Dark Elf, Uresil is an incredibly prideful individual, to the point where it actually impares his ability to deal with others. This does not particularly bother him however; as he thinks very little of other beings, and while he is not one to intentionally start conflict he will by no means hold back should one engage him in a fight. Uresil lacks any form of compassion or sympathy for other creatures, instead directing his efforts to himself and his own personal gain. Uresil finds himself to be perfect to a fault; his only real complaint is his wealth. It is not enough. Not nearly enough. Lord knows, it will never be enough.
History: Uresil was born to a low class family in Mount Shadowwald. His birth name, Og’vlos, literally translates to pissblood, condemning him to a life of abuse and contempt from the Dark Elven society. Even as a child Uresil was proud, and he dreamt of one day escaping his dead-end life to one where his person had value. Nay, a more accurate statement would be to say that he dreamt to one day look down upon his tormentors, as they once looked down upon him.
Though impossibly vain, Uresil is not stupid, and he soon found himself delving into the dark arts and petty thievery to earn some money. He shared not with is family, as they meant very little to him. This did not go over well when he was found out, and ultimately he was ostracized from his family, told to never return. He did so without hesitation, but not before he had pilfered anything of the slightest value from his blood family.
Since then, Uresil has built quite the reputation for himself in Ursinthene (At least, he likes to think so.) particularly on the Black Markets. Though he kept up with his petty thievery, Uresil now makes most of his coin off of selling spells and charms that may or may not work. Of course, the customers aren’t generally aware of this, as any unsatisfied buyers are not often seen again. Ah well. There’s always risk involved when dealing with Dark Elves, but if one is desperate enough the risk is often worth the potential reward.
Age: 82
Gender: Male
Race: Dark Elf
Weapon(s): Uresil is a practicing Necromancer, and as such prefers to utilize the powers of the dead when engaged in combat. He has minimal skill with a short sword, which is generally used in small skirmishes to avoid diminishing his energy.
Alignment: True Neutral
Eye Colour: A deeper red as far as eyes go.
Hair Colour: Off-white, borderline cream. He has umber streaks in his hair which are beaded.
Likes: Money, His Own Hair, Expensive Trinkets, Knowledge, Having The Upper Hand.
Dislikes: Damp Weather, Olives, Outspoken Idiots, Clashing Colours, Having His Time Wasted.
Appearance: Uresil is tall enough, matching heights with the average human male. As is typical for his race, he is slender in the waist and narrow in the shoulders, giving him a feminine appearance. He takes meticulous care of his hair, braiding small beads into carefully dyed umber strands along his crown. There are two silver hoops in the upper shell of his left ear, and a charred bone fits snuggly into the lobe. Uresil has many tattoos which seem to slither across his body, depicting traditional Dark Elven lore. They vary in shades of red and silver, enchanted to show upon his charcoal skin. When casting any of the more complex spells at his disposal, Uresil will often return to the more traditional roots of Necromancy, which often include more blood and crushed bone matter than he is necessarily comfortable with. Eating the flesh of the deceased is also a common practice, and though he will comply Uresil’s breath will reek of mint for the following days.
Uresil wears a garb typical of a Necromancer, though he has taken some artistic liberties with the design and embellished it with silver and small gemstones. Enough to brag of his wealth, but little enough to be practical. His robes are black in colour and thick to keep out the chill, and they smell of sulfur and rosewater. An odd combination to be sure, but try as he might Uresil simply cannot banish the sulfuric smell that plagues him due to his line of magic. (haha plagues death pun wow I am funny)
Uresil is otherwise not someone who would stand out in a crowd. Due to his weapon of choice, he is not overly powerful in a physical sense, and therefore is one who is often preyed upon by pickpockets and petty thieves hoping to make an easy coin. While his physical prowess is nothing special, his reflexes are not to be trifled with, and what Uresil lacks in strength is easily made up for in his wicked accuracy and ability to calculate his opponent’s next move.
Personality: As one would expect from a Dark Elf, Uresil is an incredibly prideful individual, to the point where it actually impares his ability to deal with others. This does not particularly bother him however; as he thinks very little of other beings, and while he is not one to intentionally start conflict he will by no means hold back should one engage him in a fight. Uresil lacks any form of compassion or sympathy for other creatures, instead directing his efforts to himself and his own personal gain. Uresil finds himself to be perfect to a fault; his only real complaint is his wealth. It is not enough. Not nearly enough. Lord knows, it will never be enough.
History: Uresil was born to a low class family in Mount Shadowwald. His birth name, Og’vlos, literally translates to pissblood, condemning him to a life of abuse and contempt from the Dark Elven society. Even as a child Uresil was proud, and he dreamt of one day escaping his dead-end life to one where his person had value. Nay, a more accurate statement would be to say that he dreamt to one day look down upon his tormentors, as they once looked down upon him.
Though impossibly vain, Uresil is not stupid, and he soon found himself delving into the dark arts and petty thievery to earn some money. He shared not with is family, as they meant very little to him. This did not go over well when he was found out, and ultimately he was ostracized from his family, told to never return. He did so without hesitation, but not before he had pilfered anything of the slightest value from his blood family.
Since then, Uresil has built quite the reputation for himself in Ursinthene (At least, he likes to think so.) particularly on the Black Markets. Though he kept up with his petty thievery, Uresil now makes most of his coin off of selling spells and charms that may or may not work. Of course, the customers aren’t generally aware of this, as any unsatisfied buyers are not often seen again. Ah well. There’s always risk involved when dealing with Dark Elves, but if one is desperate enough the risk is often worth the potential reward.
