Elec

Elec
Status	Active
Race	Elf
Gender	Male
Guild	Barbarian
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Ruea

Description

You are Monster Elec Drister, Fury of Phelim, an Elf.
You have a square-jawed face with frown lines around his mouth, pointed ears, unflinching and hardened crystal blue eyes and a broken nose. Your blue-black-streaked black hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn loose. You have smooth skin and a brawny build.
You are monstrous for an Elf.
You are an adult.
You have a carefully groomed mustache that connects to a short, tidy beard.
You have a tattoo of a slim black dagger embedded between his shoulder blades. The simple cord-wrapped handle wobbles slightly as if it has just been driven home, but the skin around the bloodless wound has melded itself into the very surface of the deeply-grooved, ebon-black blade indicating it has been there for quite some time. A spiderweb of sickly purple and green veins radiates from the blade and spreads across the skin on your back.

You are wearing a black pantherskin with onyx eyes, a polished skull hung on a piece of sinew adorned with razored talons, a rough-cut chakrel amulet, a deep blood-red mercenary sash, a mangy leathery-winged imp shackled to a bent ironwood shoulder perch, a beastly spiked steel armguard set with a skull shoulder pauldron, a wide silver thumb ring with a faded crest, a silver wedding ring, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Barbarians' Guild, an oiled leather double sheath criss-crossed and attached with straps of leather at the shoulders, a low-slung black leather loincloth that laces up the side and some knee-high black leather boots with thick cuffs.

Formal Description

You are Monster Elec Drister, Fury of Phelim, an Elf.
You have a square-jawed face with frown lines around his mouth, pointed ears, unflinching and hardened crystal blue eyes and a broken nose. Your blue-black-streaked black hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn loose. You have smooth skin and a brawny build.
You are monstrous for an Elf.
You are an adult.
You have a carefully groomed mustache that connects to a short, tidy beard.
You have a tattoo of a slim black dagger embedded between his shoulder blades. The simple cord-wrapped handle wobbles slightly as if it has just been driven home, but the skin around the bloodless wound has melded itself into the very surface of the deeply-grooved, ebon-black blade indicating it has been there for quite some time. A spiderweb of sickly purple and green veins radiates from the blade and spreads across the skin on your back.

You are wearing a deep blood-red mercenary sash, a black suede jacket, a mangy leathery-winged imp shackled to a bent ironwood shoulder perch, a dark silver Elven silk shirt with black trim, a beastly spiked steel armguard set with a skull shoulder pauldron, a silver ring bearing the crest of the Barbarians' Guild, a silver wedding ring, a wide silver thumb ring with a faded crest and some knee-high black leather boots with thick cuffs.

History

Elec's past is dark and full of violence. From a young age he was taken advantage of for his size. Being raised as a Mountain Elf, but treated as an outcast among his own, he grew to distrust more and more of his own kind and fell in with a few Bone Elves in his younger years. Not especially known for a sense of community, it wasn't long before he found himself mistreated and being taken advantage of again. Not long after that he left on his own and began doing odd jobs, most of which leading to hard labor or being a hired tough. Violence and intimidation was easy for him due to his size, so he settled into the life of a fighter. He spent years on the seas working as a deck hand before finally settling down to find his calling as an adventurer. He's been involved in a great many events in the world, but prefers to keep a low profile.

He's wandered this realm first as a Paladin but grew tired of melting soulstones and not being able to truly support a dark god. He then tried his hand at the Clerics guild, but found the rituals far too boring. So he tried a Traders life, but that didn't last at all. He became a Rogue, and then a Fighter. Always one to make a quick deal and turn a profit, his inner Trader still shows. His other past guilds show through a bit here and there as well. He's lived a full life of adventure and intrigue in his short 100ish years roaming the realms. He looks forward to the future with an odd excitement. Optimism not being his forte, he's in uncharted waters.

Recent Happenings

After a year of denial and ridiculous courting, Elec married his perfect match and the flip side of his coin, Ruea. She is the light to his dark and is his true partner. Never did he think he could find one so oddly well fitted for him, as never was there a more perfect match.

They affirmed their vows before the gods in the 10th month of Nissa the Maiden in the year of the Iron Toad, 424.

Home Description

[Elec's Home]
An ebony and silver silk rug adorns the black marble floor of this room. A towering riverstone fireplace with a carved heartwood mantel, with a sheet of parchment paper hanging above it, rests between an overstuffed dark sana'ati four-poster bed with silk sheets and an elegant dark sana'ati desk with blackened moonsilver filigree pushed up against the black-veined white marble walls. The room holds a mild scent of violets. You also see a sturdy black hunting dog, a cathedral stained glass window, a door, an elegant wrought iron chair, a stately traveler's trunk with thick brass bands with several things on it and a dark steel weapon rack studded with sharp metal hooks with a couple of things on it.