Post by Morphine on Mar 14, 2011 6:15:48 GMT -5
Name: Garon Malleus
Age: 30
Species: Human
Class: Sorcerer
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance:
Garon is, by Human standards, average. Short brown hair, average height, average build, even if on the flexible side. Just an average human being. Except for the fact that scars litter his torso, along with tattoos of ancient runes designed in the rituals of extending the life span of a human.
His eyes are unusual as well; the sclera, normally white, is black, due to an accident in trying to summon a powerful demon; in the end, he was only able to create toast. Other than that, his eyes are brown in color. About as average as he is.
He has a scar on his right cheek, an old battle wound from an encounter from an old Elven acquaintance of his before he trusted him. Good times, Good times.
He walks with a limp, another old injury, but from a Balhannoth he had encountered in Underdark.
He walks around in a rather drab dress sense: a black overcoat, a normal brown shirt, a pair of heavy cloth pants and a pair of traveling boots. He wears a flatcap, which he considers lucky, and always takes it with him.
He has a bow slung across his back, along with a quiver full of arrows. He also carries various daggers on his person, either within his coat (four), his boots (two), or the one on his belt; He's always prepared for a fight. The dagger on his belt is one of his most prized possessions, forged by Dwarvish blacksmiths engraved by elvish rune-masters; he never, ever uses this blade unless it is absolutely necessary.
He wears a messenger bag everywhere he goes, as it holds everything he owns; books, clothes, his pipe, books, his finances, books, his matches, books, and his tobacco.
Seriously, other than all those injuries, he's a rather average guy.
No, really.
Personality:
Garon is a man who knows what to enjoy; good tobacco, friendly women, and great alcohol. And meeting new people. And discovering knowledge. But when provoked enough (and it takes a lot to provoke him), he'll use lethal force. Or a metal-assisted backhand.
Garon isn't afraid to fight dirty in a fight, and if he can use magic in some underhanded way, he will. Other than that, he's a fun loving guy, although secretly haunted by memories best left alone.
Garon speaks in a German accent, and often pokes fun at his targets while fighting. Or, rather, he tries to fight, and the opponent just struggles along. Quite sad, really.
History:
Garon Malleus has a rather... complicated history. As a halfbreed, he was looked down upon wherever his parents - a female Telepath and a male Warlock - had taken him. In his first years of life, he had been on the move; until his family had been attacked by humans. They had slaughtered his father, and raped his mother right in front of his very eyes.
Not one human left alive that night, having fallen to Garon's latent Telepath abilities. He was later found by a wandering warlock, a friend of his father's and a librarian of the Brotherhood of Bones, and was raised by the Brotherhood until he was eighteen.
It was then he moved out to see the world, becoming a mercenary to keep up with the world. He'd been working as a mercenary for twelve years now, and making a killing out of it. (Ha ha.)
Family Tree:
Father - James Malek (40, deceased)
Mother - Susan Malek (39, deceased)
Stepfather - Venator Malleus (60)
Fears:
Judgmental Humans
Death
Book to the face (punishment as a child)
Goals:
To read every book in the world
To stay alive that long
Other:
He likes books, good alcohol, bimbos, and tobacco. And has a good sense of humor.
Age: 30
Species: Human
Class: Sorcerer
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Mercenary
Appearance:
Garon is, by Human standards, average. Short brown hair, average height, average build, even if on the flexible side. Just an average human being. Except for the fact that scars litter his torso, along with tattoos of ancient runes designed in the rituals of extending the life span of a human.
His eyes are unusual as well; the sclera, normally white, is black, due to an accident in trying to summon a powerful demon; in the end, he was only able to create toast. Other than that, his eyes are brown in color. About as average as he is.
He has a scar on his right cheek, an old battle wound from an encounter from an old Elven acquaintance of his before he trusted him. Good times, Good times.
He walks with a limp, another old injury, but from a Balhannoth he had encountered in Underdark.
He walks around in a rather drab dress sense: a black overcoat, a normal brown shirt, a pair of heavy cloth pants and a pair of traveling boots. He wears a flatcap, which he considers lucky, and always takes it with him.
He has a bow slung across his back, along with a quiver full of arrows. He also carries various daggers on his person, either within his coat (four), his boots (two), or the one on his belt; He's always prepared for a fight. The dagger on his belt is one of his most prized possessions, forged by Dwarvish blacksmiths engraved by elvish rune-masters; he never, ever uses this blade unless it is absolutely necessary.
He wears a messenger bag everywhere he goes, as it holds everything he owns; books, clothes, his pipe, books, his finances, books, his matches, books, and his tobacco.
Seriously, other than all those injuries, he's a rather average guy.
No, really.
Personality:
Garon is a man who knows what to enjoy; good tobacco, friendly women, and great alcohol. And meeting new people. And discovering knowledge. But when provoked enough (and it takes a lot to provoke him), he'll use lethal force. Or a metal-assisted backhand.
Garon isn't afraid to fight dirty in a fight, and if he can use magic in some underhanded way, he will. Other than that, he's a fun loving guy, although secretly haunted by memories best left alone.
Garon speaks in a German accent, and often pokes fun at his targets while fighting. Or, rather, he tries to fight, and the opponent just struggles along. Quite sad, really.
History:
Garon Malleus has a rather... complicated history. As a halfbreed, he was looked down upon wherever his parents - a female Telepath and a male Warlock - had taken him. In his first years of life, he had been on the move; until his family had been attacked by humans. They had slaughtered his father, and raped his mother right in front of his very eyes.
Not one human left alive that night, having fallen to Garon's latent Telepath abilities. He was later found by a wandering warlock, a friend of his father's and a librarian of the Brotherhood of Bones, and was raised by the Brotherhood until he was eighteen.
It was then he moved out to see the world, becoming a mercenary to keep up with the world. He'd been working as a mercenary for twelve years now, and making a killing out of it. (Ha ha.)
Family Tree:
Father - James Malek (40, deceased)
Mother - Susan Malek (39, deceased)
Stepfather - Venator Malleus (60)
Fears:
Judgmental Humans
Death
Book to the face (punishment as a child)
Goals:
To read every book in the world
To stay alive that long
Other:
He likes books, good alcohol, bimbos, and tobacco. And has a good sense of humor.
