Post by clavisdarkheart on Feb 2, 2005 8:48:17 GMT -5
name: Clavis Darkheart
Race: shape shifter, doppleganger, are something much similiar. True Race is Unknown.
Height: Normally around 5'8"
Weight: normally around 165
Eyes: Seething, unmeasurable pools of shimmering darkness.
Guild: Scorpion Order
duties: mayhaps one could find out, for a price.
skills: Speechcraft, Mechantism, shortblades, longblades, magic (unknown), change form, fatman (one of his more favorite forms). many think him a holy terror with a blade in his hands, others think him a common merchant with little experience in the arts of war.
Past: His past is his own, and remains as such, for always does he move to one region are another, and most of the time in the skin of another. A creation of his own that he oozes into and commands to do as he wishes. Is he evil? Is he good? all dependent upon the form he wears.
Sample Post:
Darkness itself gripping the land, gentle breeze stirring the silken folds of ebony cloak. the creature nay the man moving slowly easily towards the walled city. Eyes those immeasurable pools of liquid shimmering obsidian flickering across the lands. His clothes where simple those that many would wear. Loose fitting trousers, tunic, and cloak that concealed far more then they revealed. No weapon could be seen save for the dark serpent hilt of a shortsword that chose to grace the man's left hip. even as another breeze chose to stir the wispy waves of ebony tresses, a guard called forth from the gapping maw of yon gate. A smirk twisted the corners of sensual mouth, and silvery peels of laughter slipped forth into the air. His voice a low soothing melody of twisted words tickled the ears, and fancy of those that heard. "I am Clavis Darkheart merchant, and benefactor I come only in peace. To extend the Hands of my Order and bring wares from far off lands to this most lovely Kingdom."
Race: shape shifter, doppleganger, are something much similiar. True Race is Unknown.
Height: Normally around 5'8"
Weight: normally around 165
Eyes: Seething, unmeasurable pools of shimmering darkness.
Guild: Scorpion Order
duties: mayhaps one could find out, for a price.
skills: Speechcraft, Mechantism, shortblades, longblades, magic (unknown), change form, fatman (one of his more favorite forms). many think him a holy terror with a blade in his hands, others think him a common merchant with little experience in the arts of war.
Past: His past is his own, and remains as such, for always does he move to one region are another, and most of the time in the skin of another. A creation of his own that he oozes into and commands to do as he wishes. Is he evil? Is he good? all dependent upon the form he wears.
Sample Post:
Darkness itself gripping the land, gentle breeze stirring the silken folds of ebony cloak. the creature nay the man moving slowly easily towards the walled city. Eyes those immeasurable pools of liquid shimmering obsidian flickering across the lands. His clothes where simple those that many would wear. Loose fitting trousers, tunic, and cloak that concealed far more then they revealed. No weapon could be seen save for the dark serpent hilt of a shortsword that chose to grace the man's left hip. even as another breeze chose to stir the wispy waves of ebony tresses, a guard called forth from the gapping maw of yon gate. A smirk twisted the corners of sensual mouth, and silvery peels of laughter slipped forth into the air. His voice a low soothing melody of twisted words tickled the ears, and fancy of those that heard. "I am Clavis Darkheart merchant, and benefactor I come only in peace. To extend the Hands of my Order and bring wares from far off lands to this most lovely Kingdom."