Fintrial
| Fintrial Saranis | |
|---|---|
| Status | |
| Race | Rakash |
| Gender | Male |
| Guild | Cleric |
| Instance | Prime |
Description:
You see Ruffian Fintrial Saranis, a Rakash.
He has gold flecked green eyes and a straight nose. His honey hair is short and straight and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin and a lean build.
He is short for a Rakash.
He is young for a Rakash.
Moonskin:
He has gold flecked green eyes and a slender muzzle. He has a piebald coat, straight tail, and a lean build.
Facts:
Birthdate: 17th day of the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Golden Panther, 366 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
Faith: Worshipper of Urrem’tier, Defender of Eylhaar, and Destroyer for Aldauth
Member of the Reshalian Redeemers, a sector of the Rathan Fencible Regimen.
History:
At an early age, Fintrial was introduced to the practice of magic and the discipline of prophetic astrology by Master Enchanter Malzard Miakainyuso. Though
enthralled by his teachings, Fintrial slowly found that his talents and desires did not align with the path of the Moon Mages. Realizing that his power was in his conviction, he sought to learn more of the Cleric guild. Gaining a rather profound respect for death as well as a respect for individual existence, he became a priest, centering himself where the bridge of life and death meet.
Personality:
Fintrial is an outgoing soul with an obvious love of people. He enjoys being social and networking friendships throughout Elanthia, even though most are for his own selfish purposes. At times, he can be rather arrogant and self righteous, but deep down he is a caring individual.
He is known to many, both male and female, to be a flirt and enjoys being the center of attention.
While seemingly care free, he has a short temper and reserves a low tolerance level for religious fanatics lacking in any true concept of their own faith. Gaining his respect is a simple task if one is knowledgeable in what they speak, believing that ignorance is not bliss and excuses are for the weak.