Rhodric

Rhodric
Status
Race	Human
Gender	Male
Guild	Warrior Mage
Instance	Platinum

Appearance

You are Rhodric, a Human. You have a square-jawed face with laugh lines, dark eyes and a straight nose. Your blue-black hair is short and fine, and is worn in a tousled, finger-combed style. You have tanned skin and a slender build.
You are very tall for a Human.
You are an adult.
You are clean shaven.
You are in good shape.

Background

Rhodric studied himself in the mirror, grinning at his beautiful reflection. A face this good wouldn’t last forever; but damnit, why couldn’t it? Running a hand along his well-shaped jawline, Rhodric took one last look then turned away from the mirror, frowning. Seriously, why couldn’t it? He was no fool, and he’d heard of the Philosophers and their extreme fantasies. Snapping his fingers, Rhodric harnessed a few strands of elemental mana and shaped them into something coherent – a small flame danced in the palm of his hand as if alive. He’d given up another path before, all in the name of power and glory. Fingering the small Grazhir pendant at his throat, Rhodric murmured to himself, “And nothing’s stopping me from doing it again.” Spinning on his booted heels and grinning wickedly as he left his quarters, Rhodric’s head spun with the thought of power that would last forever.