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Name:
Darias Al’kesh
Age:
Darias is just over 128 years old. 128 years and 2 months to be exact. A mere teenager, really.
Gender:
Male, of course. Does Darias sound like a woman’s name to you?
Race:
Elf
Class:
Swordsman
Items:
Darias carries with him a marvelous silver shortsword that glistens like no other sword that ever existed. The light from this blade alone could illuminate even the darkest of rooms! Well, not really, but you get the point. It’s really shiny. With the shiny-ness, of course, comes expert craftsmanship! The workmanship on this blade is absolutely marvelous, and leaves many wondering exactly where he obtained it. alongside his sword, Darias also carries with him just enough gold to buy food and stay a night or two at an inn. Of, course that isn't always an option, so Darias also carries with him some old bread, a bit of water, and a blanket.
Appearance: (Clothes and body please and at least make it a paragraph.)
Darias stands at an average height for an elf. Just over 6’7, but not quite 6’8. Average for an Elf, yet tall for a man. Of course, even with being only average, Darias still towers over most humans. Something he quite enjoys being able to do.
Being an elf, of course, comes with the usual incredibly pale skin. Darias has skin pale enough to almost be considered snow white, but not quite. Of course, with it being so pale, Darias stains easily. You see, Darias only has one enemy. Dirt. And seeing as he’s around dirt so much, he is often subjected to its nefarious schemes.
Darias has eyes, of course. And those eyes have a color. First glance may give you the impression that his eyes are baby blue, but upon closer inspection, you will see that they are much closer to Cyan than anything. It’s not quite Cyan, but it’s not quite baby blue either. A rather odd shade if you ask me.
Now, with being an elf, you get big ears, but Darias’ ears are shorter than most. Just under average, if you will. He can still hear better than a dog with a hearing aid cranked up to max, of course. He just has shorter ears. Nothing more. Shut up about them, alright? Gosh…
Darias boasts a rather odd set of clothing, all of which appears to not have been washed in a very, very long time. Darias wears first, a beautiful jade colored leather shirt. Though, it could easily be forest colored too. Darias has never been good with colors, especially colors that are pretty much covered in brown any way. Under that, he wears mail made of only the finest materials! Mail of the highest quality, worked on by only the greatest craftsmen of our time! Mail that could survive the fiery breath of the greatest dragon that ever roamed the earth! Or, of course, it could be made of plain old steel, and it could just allow him to survive a few strikes from a sword. As for his pants? Well, Darias wears simple brown leather slacks. Nothing much to them, other than the amount of pockets that it has. Yes indeed, these pants have a simply ludicrous amount of pockets! Nothing else to really say about them though. They’re just pockets. Shoes? Oh, yes! The shoes Darias wears aren't much, just simple leather boots. Nothing much to really say about them. Sorry to disappoint.
Hair? You ask about the hair of the great Darias!? Well, I’ll tell you of the hair of the great Darias! Darias has a flowing mane that one could only dream of having. Or, it could just be short hair. Nonsense! With this flowing mane, also comes the most beautiful Raven colored hair you've ever seen! This hair shines with a color only the greatest raven in the world could match! And we all know there will never be a raven that beautiful! Or, ya know, it could just be black hair.
Biography: (Optional)
A biography? Bah! You’d need an entire bo-. No, a vast number of, no, all the books in the world! To contain all of Darias’ exploits and adventures! Of course, we don’t have that many books, so I’ll give you the short version . Darias lived a simple, care free life. When he wasn't foiling the plots of dastardly villains, beating back terrifying dragons, making every women in the near vicinity swoon, and overall being amazing at everything! Yes, I could easily be considered the greatest man in the world, but that would be a grave understatement! But then, one day, I came across a young girl when I was fighting off a bandit hoard. Her name was Destiny, and you could say that our meeting was… Destiny? Ohohoho! Word puns! Yes, she was in dire need of a home, and a protector, so I became just that! I needed to slow down a bit after that, seeing as my new companion just couldn't keep up with me and all my daring deeds of danger!
Personality: (Optional)
Many say I’m pompous, self-centered, overconfident, and egotistical, but those descriptions are made by fools! No mortal could ever hope to describe me with such simple “adjectives”!
Companions: (If any, Optional)
Does Destiny count?
Other: ptthc1
Name:
Well, my name is Destiny. Destiny Winters
Age:
My age? I’m 15 years old. Why the hell do you want to know?
Gender:
Female. What’s it look like?
Race:
Human
Class:
I’d say I’m a dastardly rouge, but then I’d sound too much like Darias. I’m just a simple rouge, nothing more.
Items:
I keep two steel daggers on me at all times. They’re not the prettiest, and they’re not made by the greatest craftsman, but they get the job done. That’s all I need. I carry water and some fruit around too, but only if the fruit is fresh.
Appearance: (Clothes and body please and at least make it a paragraph.)
My appearance?
I’m a stout little girl I’m told. Well-built but not chubby. Agile and not skinny. It’s pretty weird. I stand at just over 5’2. Though, it’s been a while since I've measured myself, so I might be a bit taller by now. My skin is pretty pale. Not nearly as pale as Darias, but still pretty pale. My facial features are all pretty standard for a fifteen year old girl. Two eyes, a mouth, a nose, two ears, etc, etc, yadda yadda yadda. I’m standard, alright? I guess people do say I have pretty eyes though, and pretty hair. More details? Damn you’re a creeper. Alright, fine. My eyes are a brownish-hazel color from what I’m told. I don’t look in a mirror much so I have no idea. And my hair? Well, my hair is actually pretty nice. But pretty weird too. It’s white. Yes, white. Completely white. Long too. It goes about half way down my back.
My clothes? You really are a creeper. I wear a pretty brown dress pretty much everywhere I go. And unlike Darias, I actually keep it clean, and not smelling like ass all the time. As to not be complete pe.do bait, I also wear long black leather pants. Attached to those pants, are the scabbards that hold my two daggers. They’re hidden just under my dress so that they’re not immediately noticeable, but at a place where I can easily grab them if I needed to. And when I actually wear shoes, they’re usually just brown or black leather boots. Not much to them.
Biography: (Optional)
I grew up a poor girl in a poor town in a poor area. Overall, I was pretty damn poor. You wanted a proper source of food and money? You stole it. All there was to it. You stole, or you die. That’s the rule I lived by my whole life. Then, of course, some greedy ass Noble visited the town. He was looking for slaves, and he decided I would make a good one. You can imagine how that turned out. A few days later he sold me to some bandits. Not much happened there. I’m sure they wanted to screw me, but none of them could get close without suffering a skull fracture. It was just a few days after that that the bumbling idiot known as Darias waltzed into the camp, declared he was going to “end you bandit scum!” then got the crap beat out of him. Course, his little entrance gave me enough time to get myself loose and escape. Damn did I run. I ran right into the woods. Those stupid bandits couldn't find me if their lives depended on it. Which it did. I came back a few hours later to rescue the idiot who had managed to give me time to escape. Slit a few throats, killed a few people, stole some stiff, and rescued the idiot. Damn was that a mistake… I can’t get rid of him, and he insists that he saved me, and that I owe him a debt. So now I’m pretty much stuck with him.
Personality: (Optional)
Well, people say I’m tricky, cleaver, and not afraid to speak my mind. Oh, and vulgar. Vulgar is a word used to describe me pretty often.
Companions: (If any, Optional)
None other than Darias
Other: ptthc1
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