Rist Talvent

[D.Mentia]

VITAL INFORMATION:

Name: Rist Talvent
Age: 7
Gender: M
Rank: Warmage
Kingdom: Horde

DETAILS:

Appearance: Rist stands at just above 5 feet tall, a relatively skinny ... cat. Covered in short black fur, standing, humanoid as any other, he's a rarity among the Horde. Day-to-day, he wears eclectic, random clothing, from the standard commoner's garb to something befitting royalty (though this sometimes gets him in trouble). His eyes seem to almost glow, a bright yellow color, but he seems absolutely unthreatening - he meanders about town, most days, talking to the air, muttering to himself, or being the most sociable (cat)person around, all depending on his mood.

Personality: Sanity is for the weak. Rist's mind is ... slightly broken. Let's leave it at that.

History: -As a player, I find it distasteful to disclose details about a character in OOC context. If you want to know, pry it from Rist yourself, if you can understand his ramblings-

Other: Rist may be noticeable throughout the Horde Kingdom - he is likely the only catfolk around, or at least one of few, and also known for his blatant lack of sanity.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

Name: Daniel
Roleplaying Experience: 5 years
How'd you find us?: Jess

Roleplaying Example: Rist sighs, shaking his head as he extends his claw over the vial, blood dripping softly into the glass container. The child, who Rist estimated had been alive no more than 9 human years - such a massive span of time, for it to have grown so little! - squirmed uselessly against the restraints. He pays it no heed, corking the bottle carefully and clenching his fist, the vial disappearing from this world into one of his own. He turns, now, to the child, curious as any cat should be. The child whimpered slightly, staring up at the cat with his huge too-human eyes, the cute, fuzzy cat who had so much comfort to offer, the soft kitty who had, in the end, brought him nothing but pain and blood and suffering. Rist sized up the child, glad he had picked such a well-rounded one, and one who had lived long enough to have accomplished so much ... he had lived two years longer than Rist, two years longer than it took to do ... so much. He grinned at the thought, before turning away, the abandoned house hiding all from passersby - not that they would have cared all that much, in this god forsaken place. He rummaged through the scraps laying about the humble abode, one of many temporary homes, hideouts, sanctuaries. "Ah, here we are..." he says quietly, pulling a large burlap sack, large enough to easily fit one particularly round, bleeding child. Not like that, of course... he eyes the child, all in one piece, limbs still attached and everything. No, no no, this just wouldn't do. He sets to work.

[elven]

I don't want to be offensive; I would just like to say that this is a Medieval Fantasy forum so when you are roleplaying could you please use past tense. I don't mind the present tense in the example, that's fine.