3. LowerDenizen

LowerDenizen


  • Sy'wyn Blackwood

    _The quiet elf shifts, drawing attention to himself, the first movement he has made for hours now, quietly pushing his cloak hood back and then down to his shoulders, showing sharp green eyes reflecting back the sunlight from above. A single hawk's feather is braided into his hair on the left side brushing his ear with each movement, and he reaches into his pack, quirking a small smile across the commons to someone he knows. His hands are wrapped with thin strips of cloth for some odd reason, perhaps he is trying to cover burns or some old wound, but he does not seem to flinch or to have lost motion with them, as he fishes out an apple easily enough. A slim katana, sheathed, lays on the ground in front of him in easy reach, a scimitar is strapped to the side of his pack, hard to grab from here, but when traveling would likely be easy enough to draw. A bow case lays against his back, a single rough maple shaft within it, unstrung.

    As people pass him in the commons most everyone greets him, be it with a nod, a smile, a quick whispered greeting, often enough a salute, to which he almost always responds with an amused quirk of a smile, and a responding salute that just borders on mocking in its motion. You notice that he wears black and blue below his cloak, suggesting Legion, but some of the salutes and greetings come from those who wear Peltarch colors and uniforms. One who greeted him as brother, wears the same fang that hangs from his neck, another called him Elder for an odd reason, which he immediately corrected that he no longer was. An occasional greeting from those who wear the ring of Union Masters, and seeing if he wished to follow a map to some far off mine, or grove. You hear him greeted by Sy'wyn, Sy, Johan, Jonas… or in the case of one energetic halfling, Jo. You watch the halfling totter off with with a bag of candy larger then she is, and by the time you turn back, he is gone, a slight swirl of a cloak that seemed to blow the opposite way of the wind in the corner of your eye for but a moment._

    1. Height: 5' 3"
    2. Weight: 112 pounds
    3. Skin Tone: Lightly bronzed, with an almost green tint
    4. Skin Texture (Scars, silky smooth, etc): A few lighter scars mark his face and arms, but are easy to miss. The few that have seen the rest of him would notice past fighting scars, none major, and all but one on his back, near the shoulder have faded.
    5. Eyes: Deep Green
    6. Hair (Color & Style): Dark Brown hair, worn long, and to his shoulders. The bangs held back from his face in a thin braid from each side of the face, and then twisted down the back.
    7. Accent: Has a somewhat unrefined accent to his elvish, his common is often spoken with an obvious distaste as if he hates the language.
    8. Recognizable Features (Tatto's, Unusual Scars): None
    9. Commonly spoken languages: Common, Elven
    10. Race: Wild Elf
    11. Equipment Worn: Woodland Plate, GhostCloak, Wooden Bracers, Grass Belt, Sure Foot Boots
    12. Equipment Carried: MW Cherry Longbow, Far Scout Bow, Scimitar +2, Rapier +1, Elven Tower Shield… many many trinkets.
    13. Left Handed or Right Handed: Right Handed
    14. Jewlery or Decorations: Lesser Ring of Divinity, Far Scout Ring
    15. Relatives (Would you look related to so & so): Amendal (Brother), Alvar (Brother), Fadien (Sister), Llach (cousin), Pyavain (cousin), Sarvos (cousin), Czarro (cousin)
    16. Body Build: Not a tall elf, and quite slender though it is usually hard to tell as he stays wrapped in his cloak whenever possible. Even as small as he is, he has a look of strength to him.


  • ((updated… per Teah's threat.. er.. suggestion :lol: i'Aika for another day... and Thunn... and Iralen... and... mutters))


  • and where is Sy's feather???

    sniffs

    and where is I'Aika? mumbles about a cheater

    😛


  • Amith Kel'fer

    She slips the robe off and rolls it quickly, stowing it into her pack. Flipping her shield from the straps on her back she slides her left arm through the straps, as she pulls her worn, but well cared for axe from a loop on her belt with her right hand, moving with the smoothness, and familiarity of someone who has done this a hundred times before. A greatsword stays hanging from a loop across her shoulders and over her cloak, the fur trim shining light in the green glow from her ring. She bows her head slightly, then raises it, a fiery look to her green eyes as she smiles and then chuckles, looking over the orcs in the field below. "Tempus will be pleased…"

    1. Height: 5' 6"
    2. Weight: 119 pounds
    3. Skin Tone: Pale for a wood elf, a light tan color
    4. Skin Texture (Scars, silky smooth, etc): For those who have seen her without clothes she has numerous light scars that have faded, obviously from fights.
    5. Eyes: Deep Green
    6. Hair (Color & Style): Black hair, hacked short at shoulder length and shoved back away from her face. It often seems tangled and unkempt as if she never paid much attention to it.
    7. Accent: Her common is broken, though her elvish is flowing and smooth, bearing with it the instant images of woodlands.
    8. Recognizable Features (Tatto's, Unusual Scars): Bears a large scar across her right side, wrapping from front to back. Though the scar is starting to fade from the angry red puffiness it was before, it still shows red against her skin.
    9. Commonly spoken languages: Common, Elven
    10. Race: Wood Elf
    11. Equipment Worn: Plate Mail from Peltarch dyed Green and Black, Fur Cloak and Boots. Often has a robe pulled over her armor, the robe is tan, and seems much to big for her.
    12. Equipment Carried: MW Ash Longbow, Tiger Berserker Axe, Runed Elven Tower Shield, MW Brass Greatsword.
    13. Left Handed or Right Handed: Right Handed
    14. Jewlery or Decorations: Wedding Band, and a Jade Ring.
    15. Relatives (Would you look related to so & so): none
    16. Body Build: Not large, and very slim, she has often been referred to as a twig to those who have not seen her fight. For those who have, they know she is just extremely wiry, posessing a lot of strength and stamina.


  • ((updatred))


  • ((updated))


  • Lang

    DECEASED

    A faint whistle, a glint of a soft blue light, and giggle carried across the breeze. These are the only marks that Lang tends to leave behind. The few times she can be seen not wrapped in her safety blanket of an invisibility spell, shows hesitant movements, and quick flicking eyes that tend to focus on bright lights, and quick movements. She is known to talk to herself, and seems only completely subdued when near her sister…. or is it just that her sister is much more energetic. A spear is strapped to her back, along with the shaft of a long bow, and a sword to her side.

    1. Height: 4'10"
    2. Weight: 98 pounds
    3. Skin Tone: Shimmering white skin, with a slightly blue tint.
    4. Skin Texture (Scars, silky smooth, etc): Perfect, unblemished silky skin
    5. Eyes: Emerald Green
    6. Hair (Color & Style): Dark Blue, with silvery highlights
    7. Accent: Who can tell from all the giggles!?
    8. Recognizable Features (Tatto's, Unusual Scars): She has dark blue tatoos that circle her fore arms and legs, a chain of roses.
    9. Commonly spoken languages: Elven & Common
    10. Race: Moon Elf
    11. Equipment Worn: A blue robe that glows lightly
    12. Equipment Carried: A long bow, and spear
    13. Left Handed or Right Handed: Right handed
    14. Jewlery or Decorations: Not yet, but boys don't be shy, she likes jewlery.
    15. Relatives: Twin sister named Pang
    16. Body Build: Long and slender, she stands with her head held high.
    17. Favorite line: giggles