Tevahs
| Tevahs | |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | S'Kra Mur |
| Gender | Male |
| Guild | Necromancer |
| Instance | Prime |
Appearance
You see Pivo'hrr'shuzh Dako'gi Tevahs of Ilithi, a S'Kra Mur.
He has a sharp-featured face with a flexible ridged crest which follows the shape of his skull, gold-flecked slitted blue-grey eyes and a pointed snout, black scales with a pale silver underbelly, a long tail and an athletic build.
He is tall for a S'Kra Mur
He appears to be young
His right cheekbone has a tattoo of tattered cobwebs spun between the skeletal branches of a barren tree
He is wearing a sumptuous dragonfire brocade uaro's'sugi, an eerie bone wyvern pendant with skeletal cambrinth wings and lurid purple eyes, a Maelshyvean iconoclast's robe of purple-speckled deep blue velvet, a gleaming steel badge embossed with "Good morning! I see the assassins have failed", a midnight black badge stamped with the words "I'm in the mood for MURDER!" in blood red lettering, a dark oilskin butcher's bag with "Parts" spelled out in stained demonbone beads, a heavy rucksack dangling shadow emerald skulls, a flaring lava samite gamantang buttoned with molten core diamonds, some obsidian-hued leathers boldly inscribed with sanguine designs, a large yellowed vulture skull with blood rubies set into the eye sockets, a gaethzen skull strung upon frayed black rombazine cords, an absinthe emerald-eyed seordmaor skull with electroweave straps, a Musparan silk belt sash with a silversteel assassin's blade hanging from it, some fitted viper-skin pants with a bronzed fang buckle and a pair of scuffed boots.
Background
Tevahs never seemed to fit in. His entire life he felt like something was missing. Everyone seemed to have inspirations of joining this guild or that guild. The more he looked and researched on the guilds he couldn't come to conform to what was the normal. He thought there had to be more to life then this. He began researching and searching for his answers.
He came to relize his quest for knowledge would be limited as he was. Tevahs openly embraced what he knew needed done to continue learning. His studies led him to discovering things on the profane and is now proad to be a necromancer and a follower of the Lichlord Jeihrem. He is a curious and mild manored S'kra Mur who enjoys being alone hunting or researching. However, he is quick to defend and will fight for what he finds important.
Noteworthy Items
Custom title:
- Pivo'hrr'shuzh Dako'gi
- Translated from S'kra Mur to common..Pivo'hrr'shuzh is undying or eternal, Dako'gi is fighter or hunter
Alteration:
- some obsidian-hued leathers boldly inscribed with sanguine designs.
- The highly polished black armor glimmers with a dark sheen. The center of the breastplate depicts an intricately tied knot of blood red sinew and flesh. Embossed onto the back of the cuirass is an image of a skull clenching its teeth down onto a scarred anvil. The pauldrons are crafted into the shape of two human skulls, one with brilliant icy blue crystals in the eye sockets and the other with smoldering molten-core diamonds.
- Read, You're either with me or against me, choose wisely
Item:
- an eerie bone wyvern pendant with skeletal cambrinth wings and lurid purple eyes
- A fine chain of dark steel links is used to suspend the miniature dragonesque figure. Its tiny skull is set with abyssal quartz eyes limned in vivid purple paint and its face frozen in a perpetual roar. The creature's outstretched rusty mineral wings are wrapped in tatters of black silk, while its barbed tail is poised to strike
Item:
- a dark oilskin butcher's bag with "Parts" spelled out in stained demonbone beads
- Tightly-woven canvas dyed a non-descript shade of greyish-black and treated with linseed oil to disguise unsightly blood stains is used to create this large container with a thick leather shoulder strap. Around the bottom of the container, rough black bits of chalky bone form crude letters.
Item
- A Maelshyvean iconoclast's robe of purple-speckled deep blue velvet
- The fabric is extremely soft and bears a strange, waxy luster. Each speck appears to be a stylized triple-tined claw, curled viciously as if it would dig into the wearer.
- Read, She Who Owns Our Souls shall break the gods themselves.