Killer's Chars
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Juno Everhart
As the years pass, things have changed in the land of Narfell while others have stayed the same. The same can be said of any person, man or woman. Juno is one such case, forever dynamic, but always spirited. My vision of him the last time anyone would have seen him alive.
Physical Description:
A dark ominous figure stood before you. His presence was imposing. Not in the sense that it had to do with any particular physical feature but because of a deep sense of foreboding one felt in his presence. Like a prickling on the skin, the knowledge that within him lay the promise of imminent violence and the potential for death.
He towered over most at an impressive height of six foot four. A shaggy mane of wavy raven black hair that fell down to his shoulders in tumbles concealed pointed elven ears. His ears coupled with the bold angular structure to his face, softened much by his human heritage, marked him clearly as a half-elf. Piercing grey eyes, flecked with green because of the bite of a were-spider, gazed intently at whatever held his interest, coupled with a hawk like brow one felt as if he was held under a spotlight when he caught Juno's attention. He had an impressive physique, the epitome of a man at his prime. Filled out, with a very defined musculature, and a natural agility one wouldn't expect from someone his size.
A vain man, but nor overly so, Juno had a fair collection of body art. Twin tatoos of golden bastard swords were evident along the outside of both forearms. Along his right bicep was a tatoo of a panther's visage with jaws agape and spewing purple flame, while along his left lay a half crescent moon with stars about it as a testament to and reminder of his heritage. The most noticable tatoo was that of a black phoenix rising from ashes with its wings spread out towards each shoulder and purple flames instead of orange and red, a privilege only held by the elite of a since disbanded group of secretive bounty hunters that covered the Sword Coast.
Juno Fully Armored:
Huge spiked leather shoulder pauldrons covered his shoulders while a gleaming dark gold breastplate ringed with spikes around his collar protected his chest. A large black leather belt held a collection of potions and trap components while leadig down to leather clad gold studded armored breeches with fold down boots trimmed in dark gold. Leather gauntlets rather than metal offset the heavy weight of the elven tower shield and bastard sword giving his arms the freedom to strike with precision and make quicker thrusts than one would have expected. Strapped to his back lay the bastard sword with the hilt protruding over his left shoulder and the shield overtop the sword. Nothing fancy here, just a well made tool for pure, unadultered, wanton slaughter.
Around his neck lay a jeweled amulet, nothing extroadinary, but it was probably not worn for show. Two rings lay on the middle fingers of each hand, helpful in adding emphasis to the insults he often offered towards his favorite paladins.
Not one for capes, he considered them showy and for uptight, stuffy, old, self inflated wind bags. Though he wore a dark unassuming cape on occasion when engaging in less than reputable behavior.
General Demeanor:
While indeed striking, Juno's successes at relationships of all types are few and far between. He was very self-righteous, arrogant, and one might even say egotistical. More intelligent and resourceful than your average sword swinger, it lent him a slightly inflated view of himself. The fact that he was correct and knew it more often than not didn't help any. Given his dark history in the region many gave him wide birth and didn't trust him easily. Almost always alone he was regarded as a lone wolf and for the most part preferred it that way. Despite his failings Juno was a hero in every sense of the word. Generous, courageous, and compassionate with true loyalty to his friends he was well regarded by those who opened themselves up to him. Often times, when he wasn't walking the blade's edge with death on one side and glory on the other, he risked life and limb for naught but the sake of others. A true unsung hero, Juno's dark reputation and past crimes stained whatever heroism he might have engaged him and made unfavorable accusations against him all the more believable.Juno Present Day:
Snared by a foul deal with the king of devils, Asmodeus, he resides in the hells striving to survive the emnity of Asmodeus earned for Juno's betrayal. At first made Asmodeus' play thing, he had limbs ripped from him, regrown only to be ripped off again. He endured an existence on the edge of insanity, not allowed to slip over the edge by the cruel lord. Raped by succubi and forced to watch his half-devil children consumed before his eyes. Eventually grown bored with his toy Asmodeus left him free to roam the wastes of the ninth hell. Ragged and broken, but never defeated, he wages a private war to slay what devils he can in the pits of the ninth hell and maintain his sanity all the while watched and amused by Asmodeus.
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Name: Gailyn Daedrus
Race: Human
SubRace: Tethyrian
Known Languages: Goblin, Orc, Elven, Common
Height: 6’0 feet
Weight: 180 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Brown
Class: Spellsword
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Deity: Siamorphe- god of nobility
Age 21 in 1457 DR.
Born 26 Marpenoth, 1436 DR.
Year of Silent Shadows
Born under the Sign of the Swan and with Gibbous Selûne under the sign of the Serpent.
This man who was born under the sign of the Swan is discriminating, authoritative and sets high personal standards. He appears cool and detached but is secretly a romantic and can be sensitive, vulnerable, and self-critical. Keenly perceptive, He has an eye for detail and refined aesthetic taste.
Those born with Selûne under the sign of the Serpent have good memories and are articulate, strong willed and resourceful, emotional and enigmatic. They have quick responses and are prone to sudden mood changes.
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Vance Aseph
RETIRED
What I imagine Vance's appearance to be at present day
Physical Description:
a wild mane of strawberry blonde hair hangs low over his emerald green eyes. Couple with a tanned complexion one might easily discern he's no native of the Narfell region, what sort of adventurer would he be if he was? He stands at five foot ten with a well toned physique and moves with a lupine grace. Two family crests are tatooed on each of his shoulders, one from his mother's side and the other from his fathers, while along his along his forearms lie magic runes invoking the protection of Azuth on one and Mystra on the other. The tatoos seem almost alive on his skin and one might easily deduce that they were not drawn on his skin by any mundane means. His general bearing is that of one who is waiting…as for what he's waiting for, who can really say?
Fully armored:
Having been on the run for a few years his possessions are still relatively minute all things considered.
to be continued.