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Sleeping In R'lyeh
Appearance:
He has dark grey skin that is typical of most dark elves (though skin tone does vary). Though he bears the uncommon hair color of nearly true white. He stands at 6' 3" and in town you will often see him wearing a large traveling cloak to cover his leather armor, and as much of his skin and face as possible. As an assassin, even when he's not on a job, he prefers to draw as little attention to himself as he can. And its hard to draw unwanted attention when you're a Dark Elf. Damned racism.
Name: Verlous Vastion
Age: 2122 years (Around 26 by human concerns)
Location: Stuck in Lorana
Origin: Gallagona Desert
Class: Assassin
Weapons:
The one in the picture is his secondary sword. Containing a weakened enchantment by Morda Sayd. A basic sword with the ability to absorb minor spells and either return them or augment the blade for a small time.
His main weapon has been returned to him from a Loranian Blacksmith, augmented with a mythril core and surrounded by steel for a proper edge. Here's the link
He also carries an assassin's blade for the occasions he's not forced into actual combat. Knife
He also carries a set of decorative knives that none of the group has yet to see him draw, but have seen on his person.
Personality: He can be best described as a con. He will make his way into a group of people if he believes they will help him reach the place or point he needs to be at to finish a contract. He makes no friendships within the groups he sets himself in, he is close enough to gain their trust, but distant enough that each one does not expect him to come to their aid, because he won't. He will leave an injured man behind without a second thought, allow a child to die in a burning building, and let a woman be taken advantage of without looking back or thinking twice. All that matters is that next run of crimson down his blade and across his flesh. However go figure, he will never take a job that will involve him killing a child under the age of adulthood. He will not bother saving one, but he will not be the cause of a child's death at his hands.
History: A young hot headed dark elf, Verlous lived in the various natural formations in the Gallagona Desert with his family and clan. He had gone through the clan's selection with the other soon to be young adult elf children at the age of 1500 (he appeared roughly 15-16 in human age) . He had been placed as a gatherer. One who would wander the desert with his group bringing back any herbs that grew in the sands.
He had wanted to be one of the hunters of the clan with his sister, and in his refusal to participate in his obligations as a gatherer, he was ousted and shunned into the deserts uncaring sands. For anyone else this would be a death sentence, however Dark Elves are able to survive within the sands of Gallagona for days. This was not a death sentence they placed, just a typical exile for someone who would not follow traditions.
He had made his way across the sands until he came upon the oasis kingdom within the desert. Here he took shelter and stayed. He learned of currency and how easy it was to obtain what you needed with it, so long as you had the means to obtain the currency. He took to what he had wanted to do, he hunted animals within the desert, and sold their skins and meat to the merchants for some time. He bought leather armor for protection from the predators, and two blades with which he would more easily slay the creatures, rather than doing with makeshift weapons from wood and rock.
Over the next century his greed for more got to him, life outside the clan had corrupted him. Killing, the bloodshed, it came so easily. More money was to be found in taking the lives of people. He joined an assassin's guild within the kingdom and they took him, trained him, killed the part of him that held back from taking the life of a person.
He became cold, calculated, manipulative. He ascended the ranks after twelve years to full assassin at the elven age of 1614. Over five hundred years he has been with the guild. Marked with the guild's sign of the Basilisk between his shoulder blades. He has become one in a group of the most skilled assassins within the guild and within all of Gallagon. His price and services can often only be afforded by kings, Lords, and very very well established business men. He has taken jobs for more men, and some women, than he can count. Now his last job had landed him further away from home, he's currently stuck in Lorana for the time being. Who knows maybe if he sticks around he can establish a base of operations for the guild here, maybe someone here might need a proper job done.
He has dark grey skin that is typical of most dark elves (though skin tone does vary). Though he bears the uncommon hair color of nearly true white. He stands at 6' 3" and in town you will often see him wearing a large traveling cloak to cover his leather armor, and as much of his skin and face as possible. As an assassin, even when he's not on a job, he prefers to draw as little attention to himself as he can. And its hard to draw unwanted attention when you're a Dark Elf. Damned racism.
Name: Verlous Vastion
Age: 2122 years (Around 26 by human concerns)
Location: Stuck in Lorana
Origin: Gallagona Desert
Class: Assassin
Weapons:
The one in the picture is his secondary sword. Containing a weakened enchantment by Morda Sayd. A basic sword with the ability to absorb minor spells and either return them or augment the blade for a small time.
His main weapon has been returned to him from a Loranian Blacksmith, augmented with a mythril core and surrounded by steel for a proper edge. Here's the link
He also carries an assassin's blade for the occasions he's not forced into actual combat. Knife
He also carries a set of decorative knives that none of the group has yet to see him draw, but have seen on his person.
Personality: He can be best described as a con. He will make his way into a group of people if he believes they will help him reach the place or point he needs to be at to finish a contract. He makes no friendships within the groups he sets himself in, he is close enough to gain their trust, but distant enough that each one does not expect him to come to their aid, because he won't. He will leave an injured man behind without a second thought, allow a child to die in a burning building, and let a woman be taken advantage of without looking back or thinking twice. All that matters is that next run of crimson down his blade and across his flesh. However go figure, he will never take a job that will involve him killing a child under the age of adulthood. He will not bother saving one, but he will not be the cause of a child's death at his hands.
History: A young hot headed dark elf, Verlous lived in the various natural formations in the Gallagona Desert with his family and clan. He had gone through the clan's selection with the other soon to be young adult elf children at the age of 1500 (he appeared roughly 15-16 in human age) . He had been placed as a gatherer. One who would wander the desert with his group bringing back any herbs that grew in the sands.
He had wanted to be one of the hunters of the clan with his sister, and in his refusal to participate in his obligations as a gatherer, he was ousted and shunned into the deserts uncaring sands. For anyone else this would be a death sentence, however Dark Elves are able to survive within the sands of Gallagona for days. This was not a death sentence they placed, just a typical exile for someone who would not follow traditions.
He had made his way across the sands until he came upon the oasis kingdom within the desert. Here he took shelter and stayed. He learned of currency and how easy it was to obtain what you needed with it, so long as you had the means to obtain the currency. He took to what he had wanted to do, he hunted animals within the desert, and sold their skins and meat to the merchants for some time. He bought leather armor for protection from the predators, and two blades with which he would more easily slay the creatures, rather than doing with makeshift weapons from wood and rock.
Over the next century his greed for more got to him, life outside the clan had corrupted him. Killing, the bloodshed, it came so easily. More money was to be found in taking the lives of people. He joined an assassin's guild within the kingdom and they took him, trained him, killed the part of him that held back from taking the life of a person.
He became cold, calculated, manipulative. He ascended the ranks after twelve years to full assassin at the elven age of 1614. Over five hundred years he has been with the guild. Marked with the guild's sign of the Basilisk between his shoulder blades. He has become one in a group of the most skilled assassins within the guild and within all of Gallagon. His price and services can often only be afforded by kings, Lords, and very very well established business men. He has taken jobs for more men, and some women, than he can count. Now his last job had landed him further away from home, he's currently stuck in Lorana for the time being. Who knows maybe if he sticks around he can establish a base of operations for the guild here, maybe someone here might need a proper job done.
