Darkpowder: Characters (updated)
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Barrim Asbravn.
Barrim appears to be a man of western Berdusk stock, in his late thirties with dark brown eyes and hair - his moustache impeccably groomed. His face is often a mask of authority, though his eyes show that he often laughs in his rich and charming voice, his polite and quite chivalrous demeanor in polite company occassionaly showing signs of his red-cloak past when in battle or dealing with mercenaries and the like.
Having now lost his cavalrymans walk he walks strongly now his back easily supporting a full set of plate now different from his usual polished silver plate. Instead he bears the unmatched workmanship of the peltarch armouries with a set of dark green plate with black shoulder flashes, the official armour of the Peltarch Magistrate. Upon his head in battle or on state occassions is the dark helm of the magistrate who's visored face-plate easily lifts up to allow easy recognition and a quick command across the battlefield to be easily heard.
Recently Barrim has been seen wearing a cloak of fine cloth of an unblemished appearance, the deep red hue often seen resting against the stonework of the peltarch commons and contrasts against the dark green of his armour. The regalia of the Peltarch Magistrate about his neck. Hung around his neck usually is an ancient looking amulet which is said to have come from across the icelace some years ago.
Barrim wears with some fondness some dark green gloves known by those in Peltarch to have been given to him by the noble knight of helm and Senator, Sir Roland many years ago. He grips well one of the two Bastard Swords on his weapon belt, one seemingly of fine dwarven construction in a leather scabbard a blue jewel on the pommel the handle strapped with leather, now strapped to his right, the other in an adonised and fine scabbard hung ready on his left, a fine red jewel close to the hilt of bleached fine leather adorns the handle.
Having long since neglected his morningstar cavalry weapon it is consigned to his pack, but a well made if unremarkable bow if often carried on his back when his finely wrought kite-shield is in his hands.
Barrim, having long ceased using his riding boots now wears a pair of well worn but warm fur trimmed boots, that contrast against his polished form-fitting armour.
Recently Barrim has been seen wearing a fine set of black and pale-copper trimmed formalwear, tunic and trews whose jet-black colours seem to be somewhat more refined than the usual dyes used in the area. Barrim reports with some wry amusement or perhaps annoyance that a Faerie did alter the colour in the last few years.
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Anariel
Anarel is a feral looking wood elf, the subtle and beautiful tattoos on her face and arms reflecting her refined and beautiful land from where she arrived from. Her demeanor though is anything but refined, her over enthusiastic greetings, embraces and hasty words often heard. She bears the look of someone who was just "too much" for her kin - and has often proved to be since her arrival from "Rawlin.. Great Vale" as she puts it.
She is rarely heard to speak more than the absolutely simplest of common words, badly pronounced names of places and people, who she rarely remembers outside of their actions.
Her armour is fairly new with not much signs of repair, a dark brown and red splint mail covering her fairly well though often covered in blood, whether it is hers or her enemies noone can be sure - and blood she has a lot of as she is strong in arm indeed. She has adopted many tendencies of the barbarians of the south and warriors of various kinds, but most of her determination is reflected in the green hued battleaxe, the ones she lost and recovered more recently having dragged most of norwick off for weeks travelling to find again.
Her pack resembles a huge travelling pack, seemingly too large for her, as has also been observed of her shield.
She no longer has the simple spear she used to keep strapped to her back for " <e>the head of first big saurus i find" instead she has a fine ring she wears now on her thumb of her right hand, - she likes the colour so she keeps it not knowing of any benefit it may bring her.
In battle she follows Tempus's example, ignoring and knowing little of the gods of the Wood Elf kin; only showing her rage in the presence of Lizardkin, of which her singleminded search and infectious determination seeks to drag people off in pursuit of the same goal. <e>Look for Saurus… Saurus must die.</e></e>
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Albor Bennard
Height: Approx 6'0"
Weight: About 200 lbsAlbor is a dark haired and blue eyed young man, only 18 years of age. He has an athletic build and shows no signs of injury upon his body clearly attributable to divine healing. He is often smiling and speaks with the determined tenor-tones of enthusiastic determination, a result of long years of devotion since boyhood and martial training.
Wears a yellow robe at most times and a leather greatsword hanger over his back, an unremarkable and slightly notched greatsword within. A small backpack with some simple items are his only posessions.
Wears a weapon belt over his robe with a mace-loop, currently empty and a few small pouches, also seemingly empty to the casual observer.
