Pretorius
| Pretorius | |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Guild | Thief |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | None |
You are Pretorius, Iron Chronicler of Elanthia, a Human. You have an angular face with laugh lines, silver-flecked steely grey eyes, an aquiline nose and dimples. Your blue-black hair is shoulder length and wavy, and is worn pulled back in a loose ponytail bound with a luminous braided wire of moonsilver and sungold. You have tanned skin and a wiry build. You are a bit over average height for a Human. You are in your prime. You are in good shape.
You are wearing a loosely fitting imperial weave fighting shirt with an eventide moonstone clasp, a pair of tenebrous crimson dragon-hide dueling gloves fit with icesteel buckles, a pair of dark imperial weave pants with diamond-hide straps buckled by sungold, an icesteel armguard shaped like a snarling dragon, a pair of drake-winged boots composed of tenebrous black diamond-hide, a shimmering sapphire blue diamond-hide belt with an icesteel dragon buckle, a utility bag reinforced with diamond-hide lining, a prayer-inscribed Akul'tiz skull, a glowing silverwood case inlaid with sungold and blackened moonsilver, a striking icesilk kit with a trio of tempest sapphire lockpicks, a luminous lockpick wristcuff of braided moonsilver strands, a diamond-hide leather lootbag, an Elven gold crown displaying a massive green dwalgim, a twisted oath ring of sandstone and silvered glass, a thick agonite earcuff inlaid with xenomite fragments, a tiny murder crow charm and a deeply-cowled black dragonar mantle lined with tenebrous crimson diamond-hide.
Background:
Pretorius of Theren, destined for the shadows yet illuminated by loyalty, weaves a compelling tale in the fantastical realm of Elanthia. Born to humble origins in the verdant, mystical expanse of Theren, a land where the whispers of ancient magic still echo through the towering forests and undulating hills, Pretorius was marked by fate with a name that hinted at both nobility and challenge.
His journey took a pivotal turn when his family, seeking fortunes or perhaps fleeing destiny, moved to the Crossing. It was there, amidst the bustling streets and chaotic blend of cultures, that tragedy struck, leaving young Pretorius an orphan. The Crossing's slums became both his crucible and his home. Here, in the labyrinthine alleys and shadowed corners, Pretorius found his calling in the art of thievery—yet it was not merely survival that shaped his path but a deeper, unyielding sense of loyalty.
Pretorius grew under the tutelage of the shadows, his fingers becoming as adept at picking locks as his mind was at unraveling the puzzles of the human heart. Despite the harshness of his environment and the moral ambiguity of his profession, Pretorius clung to a code of honor unseen in the daylight realms. He was a beacon of unwavering loyalty to his friends, a man who would traverse through fire and time to aid those he called kin. His word, once given, was as solid as the ancient oaks of Theren.
Yet, to his enemies, Pretorius was a dragon, fearsome and relentless. He harbored no mercy for those who crossed him or threatened what he held dear. In the darkness, his enemies whispered tales of a shadow that could not be caught, a thief who struck with the precision of a dragon's claw and the swiftness of a gusting wind.
Pretorius's journey is one of duality, a balance between light and shadow. His adventures are myriad, spanning the hidden depths of Elanthia's most forbidden vaults to the dazzling heights of its courtly intrigues. Yet, through it all, his heart remains steadfast—loyal to his friends, a terror to his foes, and ever in pursuit of that which lies just beyond the reach of the ordinary.
In the realm of Elanthia, Pretorius's name becomes a legend whispered on the wind. It is the story of a boy from Theren who embraced the darkness to bring light to those he loved. His tale is one of betrayal and friendship, of loss and triumph—a reminder that even in a world brimming with magic, the greatest power lies in the human heart.