Post by Murazar on Aug 17, 2007 11:03:04 GMT -5
Name: Murazar The Silent (Last name unknown, except to the few elves in Rivendell who remember his parents. But even they only know who his parents were; they do not know who he is in personality.)
Age: over two hundred years old.
Skin Color: Caucasian tanned though.
Eye Color: A dull Brown, Murazar usually has a dull or fierce look in his eye.
Hair Color: Natural Gray hair, the color had died out. Some people even think the color died out to show the age of my mind.
Clothing: He is a medium shoulder size and build. He wears different patched color cloak, which blends in with almost anything, and usually wears his hood. Also his height is six feet and two inch’s.
Race: Half elf, half human
Class: Ranger/Warrior (A ranger in the stealth and knife area, but a warrior in the actual combat.)
Where you are from: Born in the woods of arnor, has no true home
Friends: None
Family: They are all dead, and Murazar will usually not speak of them.
Personality: He usually won’t say anything unless he wants too, (in other words not much) he is very silent in almost everything but drinking, he even fights quietly.
Strengths: He is very capable of using a one handed or two handed sword with or without a shield, also is very skilled with a knife of any kind.
Weaknesses: He can’t use a bow to save his life, but he makes up for it slightly by using knives. (Not even half the range or power though)
Quirks: His silence, and will to stay quiet. Also he fights in a unique way the only thing that connects him to either human or elf is the way he fights, he fights with grace and silence only a elf could do, although the way he fights he uses every dirty trick there is.
Weapons: His one handed sword, made of a unknown black metal named “Anguirel”, and his shield made of steel and wood, and six knives from the elves.
Armor: A leather jerkin, and some chain mail.
Special Items: His sword made by the elf Eol and recently discovered by Murazar Is able to cut through any metal except mithril and its own type, unbreakable and no need to sharpen it, its black blade eminates a aura of power in battle or whenever it actually "wakes up"
Fighting Style: With the grace of an elf, silently, and with every dirty trick there is. (Groin hits, gouging of eyes, slicing a leg of and kneeing the opponents head, etc.)
History: His history is mostly unknown since only the elves in Rivendell only know a little about his parent’s, but not his actual life. And since he won’t exactly say much, it’s a big mystery even the elves pester him when they get a chance.
Role-play Example: Murazar strode silently over to the bar in bree, he walked inside notcing a pungent smell of beer and the din of noise of fighting happening. The fat man at the counter around oval door made of oak wood said, "Hey youuuu, are you gonnnaaa pay for a roooom. Or jjjjust stand there?"
Murazar noticed he had a slur in his voice.Probably drunk, Murazar walked up to him silently with his black blade sheathed, but showing at his side. He said quietly."Room."
The man frightfully looked into his eyes and saw the dull and fierce nature in there, he tripped over his feet backwards hitting the dusty and moldy floor. He knew this man could kill him like swating a fly if he tried to cheat him or run him off.
So the man wrote down the room number and gave him the key to it, the man was still shaking with fear, while murazar headed to his room.
(Sorry bout adding more than anyone else, Just decided to give my cahracter more in depth.)
