You are Frosts Deathstalker, War Wizard of Elanthia, a Human.
You have an angular face with laugh lines, slightly pointed ears, silver-flecked stormy grey eyes and a classical nose. Your silver-streaked snow-white hair is long and fine, and is worn in a casual style with a length of tarnished silver wire holding it in place. You have fair skin and an athletic build. You are tall for a Human. A circle of obsidian is positioned between your eyes, surrounded by an aura of shadow rippling against your skin.
You appear to be middle-aged.
You are wearing a battle monk's parry stick branded with interlocking holy symbols, some lumium mail gloves, an engraved iron mail balaclava, an engraved iron mail hauberk, a battered ceremonial shield decorated with Enelne's eyes, a dull serpent earcuff, a shimmering faeweave baldric with cambrinth buckles, some steel knuckles, some steelsilk footwraps, an origami-paper envelope, a dark gem pouch, an obsidian skinning knife with a leather-wrapped handle, a dull serpent earcuff, a simple wooden medallion, a simple wooden medallion, a war wizard's heavy grey steelsilk longcoat, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a nightsilk shirt with dark buttons, a heavy cambrinth armband, a sigilated platinum ring, a pair of charcoal grey pants hemmed with a band of raw silver silk, a pair of leather midnight-black owl-winged boots, a heavy cambrinth manacle, a war wizard's utility belt set with a vibrant yellow spiritgem, a leather thigh bag heavily-beaded in cambrinth with the image of a proud wolf, and a weatherproofed leather war wizard's pack.
Frosts pick for his birthday on the 40th day of the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 336 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
His earliest memory was of standing on a field of sanguine snow with body parts all around him. I doesn't remember how or why he got there, why he alive amid a field of corpses. He was found later day by a wandering Warrior Mage. The mage brought the boy that was Frosts with him until the boy could be drop off at the nearest human village. Along the way the mage taught a few elemental cantrips and found the boy have the knack for it, as as the mage is old and have no children to left his research to, take on boy as his pupil. Due to not having any earlier memory of himself his mentor named him Frosts for the color of his hair ( like being kiss by winter frost ).