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==Description== |
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You appear to be middle-aged. |
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Frosts's body is encrusted with an elegant lattice of brownish-white crystals. |
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| ⚫ | Frosts has an angular face with laugh lines, slightly pointed ears, silver-flecked stormy grey eyes and a classical nose. His silver-streaked snow-white hair is long and fine, and is worn pulled back in a loose ponytail bound with a length of tarnished silver wire. He has fair skin and an athletic build. |
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He appears to be mature. |
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He is in good shape. |
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==Background== |
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Frost's tale begins in mystery, with his past obscured as the fog that rolls over the mountains. Not knowing the date of his birth, he chose to celebrate it on a day marked by destiny—the day he was discovered by his mentor, a wandering Warrior Mage, on the40th day of the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 336 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. This date signifies the beginning of his known life and the day his fate was irrevocably altered, intertwining with the arcane and the ancient lore of the land. |
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Frost's earliest memory is nothing short of traumatic, a vivid scene of a young boy, 4 or 5 years old, standing alone in a field of sanguine snow, surrounded by dismembered remains, a grim tableau under a blood-red sky. How he came to be in such a macabre setting or why he seemed to have been spared is lost to him, an enigma wrapped within the fog of his mind. His survival in such dire circumstances would later be regarded by many as a sign of his resilience and, perhaps, a darker destiny awaiting him. |
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Salvation came in the form of an elderly Warrior Mage, a lone wanderer whose path fatefully crossed with Frost's on that dreadful day. Seeing the boy amidst the carnage, the mage took it upon himself to rescue him from the desolate field. With no memory of his past and no known kin, Frost was to be delivered to the nearest human village by the mage—however, a bond formed between the old mage and the young boy during their journey. Having lived a solitary life dedicated to the arcane arts, the mage found an unexpected apprentice in Frost. He noticed the boy's innate affinity for magic when he taught him simple elemental cantrips to pass the time. Realizing Frost's potential and considering his legacy, the mage took the boy under his wing as his pupil. |
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In the absence of any memory of his own identity, the mage named him Frost, inspired by the boy's pale hair, which seemed as if touched by the frost of winter itself. This name would come to symbolize not only his appearance but also his nature—reserved yet capable of profound transformation, mirroring the quiet before a snowfall and the inevitable change it brings to the landscape. |
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Under the tutelage of the Warrior Mage, Frost would grow to master the elemental magics, his affinity for ice and snow becoming a signature of his prowess. Yet, his heart remained troubled by the shadows of his unknown past, driving him to seek answers and understand the full extent of his abilities and purpose. With each spell cast and mystery unraveled Frost would step closer to his destiny, which might hold the key to understanding the circumstances of his earliest memory and the role he plays in the larger tapestry of the realm's fate. |
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==Notes== |
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You are wearing a dull serpent earcuff, a shimmering faeweave baldric with cambrinth buckles, some steel knuckles, some steelsilk footwraps, a dark gem pouch, an obsidian skinning knife with a leather-wrapped handle, a dull serpent earcuff, a simple wooden medallion, a simple wooden medallion, a war wizard's heavy grey steelsilk longcoat, a nightsilk shirt with dark buttons, a sigilated platinum ring, a pair of charcoal grey pants hemmed with a band of raw silver silk, a pair of leather midnight-black owl-winged boots, a war wizard's utility belt set with a vibrant yellow spiritgem, a weatherproofed leather war wizard's pack and a battle monk's parry stick branded with interlocking holy symbols. |
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Latest revision as of 23:12, 17 March 2024
| Frosts Deathstalker | |
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| Status | Active |
| Race | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Guild | Warrior Mage |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | orphan |
Description
You see Frosts Deathstalker, War Wizard of Elanthia, a Human.
Frosts's body is encrusted with an elegant lattice of brownish-white crystals.
Frosts has an angular face with laugh lines, slightly pointed ears, silver-flecked stormy grey eyes and a classical nose. His silver-streaked snow-white hair is long and fine, and is worn pulled back in a loose ponytail bound with a length of tarnished silver wire. He has fair skin and an athletic build.
He is tall for a Human.
A circle of obsidian is positioned between his eyes, surrounded by an aura of shadow rippling against his skin.
He appears to be mature.
He is in good shape.
Background
Frost's tale begins in mystery, with his past obscured as the fog that rolls over the mountains. Not knowing the date of his birth, he chose to celebrate it on a day marked by destiny—the day he was discovered by his mentor, a wandering Warrior Mage, on the40th day of the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 336 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. This date signifies the beginning of his known life and the day his fate was irrevocably altered, intertwining with the arcane and the ancient lore of the land.
Frost's earliest memory is nothing short of traumatic, a vivid scene of a young boy, 4 or 5 years old, standing alone in a field of sanguine snow, surrounded by dismembered remains, a grim tableau under a blood-red sky. How he came to be in such a macabre setting or why he seemed to have been spared is lost to him, an enigma wrapped within the fog of his mind. His survival in such dire circumstances would later be regarded by many as a sign of his resilience and, perhaps, a darker destiny awaiting him.
Salvation came in the form of an elderly Warrior Mage, a lone wanderer whose path fatefully crossed with Frost's on that dreadful day. Seeing the boy amidst the carnage, the mage took it upon himself to rescue him from the desolate field. With no memory of his past and no known kin, Frost was to be delivered to the nearest human village by the mage—however, a bond formed between the old mage and the young boy during their journey. Having lived a solitary life dedicated to the arcane arts, the mage found an unexpected apprentice in Frost. He noticed the boy's innate affinity for magic when he taught him simple elemental cantrips to pass the time. Realizing Frost's potential and considering his legacy, the mage took the boy under his wing as his pupil.
In the absence of any memory of his own identity, the mage named him Frost, inspired by the boy's pale hair, which seemed as if touched by the frost of winter itself. This name would come to symbolize not only his appearance but also his nature—reserved yet capable of profound transformation, mirroring the quiet before a snowfall and the inevitable change it brings to the landscape.
Under the tutelage of the Warrior Mage, Frost would grow to master the elemental magics, his affinity for ice and snow becoming a signature of his prowess. Yet, his heart remained troubled by the shadows of his unknown past, driving him to seek answers and understand the full extent of his abilities and purpose. With each spell cast and mystery unraveled Frost would step closer to his destiny, which might hold the key to understanding the circumstances of his earliest memory and the role he plays in the larger tapestry of the realm's fate.
Notes