Post by elven on Aug 1, 2009 16:16:04 GMT -5
VITAL INFORMATION:
Name: Zaknnar Everhep
Age: Looks to be in his early 20s relative age would place him in his 3000s.
Gender: Male
Rank: Free-lance personal guard for the King (That is to say that when the King feels he is in trouble he calls on the best.)
Kingdom: The Horde
DETAILS:
Appearance: Even in the Horde his race gets him in trouble. Drow are seen as everyone’s enemy; due to the stigma that follows them. In order to protect himself from the slew of attacks he would suffer if he were to traverse the streets alone he wears a full length cloak, a touch thick for the warm environment of the Horde, though his skin is sensitive to the subtle changes of the weather in this new land. In order to solidify his cover he wears black pants, boots, a long sleeve, black tunic, and gloves. Though this does not mean that he is completely concealed, in fact he still has to wear his hood up, and in addition to that he must pull his hair back so that the silvery-white strands don’t give him away.
When he is completely dressed the only hint of his true being is the glint of his violet eyes, though in a place like the Horde eyes like these are a dime a dozen and he is written off as just another demon among the throngs of them.
Personality: He seems withdrawn and even cold, but this is simply because he refuses to speak unless it is absolutely necessary, his accent, thick with the UnderDark, would surely give him away. However, when you get past his scaly exterior and to his soft underbelly, however, he develops a personality. If you manage to make friends with him than he becomes loyal, almost like a puppy dog at times, and though his mastery of the common tongue may be sketch (that is to say that he sometimes says things that sound offensive when they are not) he does have a warm heart, once you get through the ice that guards it.
History: Like a true Drow this one was born in the UnderDark and trained there. He quickly rose in the ranks, passing every master as though he were another student. In this manner he became the best. Perhaps his “skill” is what got him his new position as “gift” to the Horde, a sort of show of allegiance.
He was sent to the Horde about four seasons ago, about a year, since then he has been asked only to help with a few tasks. Though if there were a war, he would be the first to be called on; after all he would be a very good assest to have, a trick-card if you will. For now he has been given a home in the Housing District and the currency of the Horde, though he leads a simple life he does enjoy going to the forest, there he does not have to hide everything.
Family: Unknown, his life revolved around fighting. He was chosen from birth to become part of the program so he only knows the women that watched him as a child, until he was “old enough to handle his own.”
Other:Due to his life in the UnderDark he will speak Drow.
OUT OF CHARACTER:
Name: Elven
Roleplaying Experience: 5-6 years. I don’t know.
How'd you find us?: Alli
Roleplaying Example:
“Dos ph' leaving ghil, ussta dalharuk,” the aging elf in front of him was his current Master. He had gone through so many in his lifetime that he had forgotten many of the faces of the past. This one, however, was the only Master he could not beat. He was indeed the best, though he was too old to use in battle. His students, all three of them, were considered the New Generation of “the best.”
“Dosst sel statha,” he continued. “Orn kre'j a l' Horde,” he caught the lithe wrist of his star pupil. “Dos ssrig'luin ulu ser l' ilstar d'lil Ilythiiri dro. Dos ph' udossta er'griff kestal d' abbanid. Ninta Valuk orn lar pholor dos wun draevalen d' ssrig'luin.”He touched the grey forhead of the elf in front of him. “Jal nindel zhah zet tlu xunor, ussta dalharuk, zhah dosst clorrh.”
“'zil dos telanth, Jabbuk,” Zaknnar said and rose to go be given his stripes; white tattoos that were to cover his body. They would take time, but afterwards, his new journey would begin in the land above.
