Post by airoth on May 8, 2011 6:18:39 GMT -5
Name: (Given Name) Omarton Teken'arn (See History) Air’oth
Age: 126 winters appearing to be in his late 20’s by human standards.
Race: Elven lineage
Physical Description: Short brown unkempt hair, cold blue eyes, tanned skin marred by scars inlaid with tar. Wearing a mixture of leather and black silk shirt. Held together by a single center button. Silk sleeves that are long and flowing deceptive as to where his arms are. Pants designed just like the sleeves long, flowing, and deceptive.
Personality: The introverted sort always keeping others at arms lengths. Speaking only with an assessment of the current situation or to retort. Never speaking in riddles or dancing around the point. Making blunt statements without the slightest hesitation. Possessing a sharp wit accompanied by an even sharper tongue.
History: The distant past is fuzzy memories overshadowed by the pain of the last fifty years. The only real memories Air’oth has of that past is when he was taken from his clan and sold into slavery. The master in which he serves has a knack for branding his slaves. Giving Air’oth the marks which he now bares in addition to giving him a new name.
Not only is Air’oth a servant, but trained as a bodyguard. Trained with and without weapons. Serving and guarding the man he hates with a burning passion. A humiliation no elf should bare. Stripped of his heritage and denied any type of honor.
Until two nights ago Air’oth was under the ruling thumb of his master.
Age: 126 winters appearing to be in his late 20’s by human standards.
Race: Elven lineage
Physical Description: Short brown unkempt hair, cold blue eyes, tanned skin marred by scars inlaid with tar. Wearing a mixture of leather and black silk shirt. Held together by a single center button. Silk sleeves that are long and flowing deceptive as to where his arms are. Pants designed just like the sleeves long, flowing, and deceptive.
Personality: The introverted sort always keeping others at arms lengths. Speaking only with an assessment of the current situation or to retort. Never speaking in riddles or dancing around the point. Making blunt statements without the slightest hesitation. Possessing a sharp wit accompanied by an even sharper tongue.
History: The distant past is fuzzy memories overshadowed by the pain of the last fifty years. The only real memories Air’oth has of that past is when he was taken from his clan and sold into slavery. The master in which he serves has a knack for branding his slaves. Giving Air’oth the marks which he now bares in addition to giving him a new name.
Not only is Air’oth a servant, but trained as a bodyguard. Trained with and without weapons. Serving and guarding the man he hates with a burning passion. A humiliation no elf should bare. Stripped of his heritage and denied any type of honor.
Until two nights ago Air’oth was under the ruling thumb of his master.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.