Post by ๏̯͡๏) on Feb 12, 2008 9:12:54 GMT -6
Name: Zelshin (Family names where lost as he was raised by elves not his natural parents)
Aliases: None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Deities: Athel Loren (Diety of the elves that raised him)
Alignment: Chaotic good
Race: Half Elven
Family: None that he knows of, and isn't aware of the fact he's half elven.
Hair: Short black with dark forest green streaks flowing through it.
Eye colour: His eye's shift colour, and flow between green and blue.
Distinguishing marks: A long black lightning bolt shaped Tattoo flows down the left hand side of his cheek, while all over his chest, arms, and hands this smoke like writing and symbol's are tattoo'd onto him as is customary with the elves to adron the warriors for war.
Example RP Post
Around him the Autumn leaves fell slowly, but it seemed to have little effect on the canopy of the forest above him. During his travels he had been far and wide, seen many things, but nothing could warm his heart like returning to the forests of Loren, especially on the night of the great harvest as the moon flickered through different parts of the tree's. "tonight..." he said slowly as he pulled out his quickblade, letting the purple glow illuminate the path ahead in the fading light. "Tonight.. will be a well earned rest i'm thinking" he said slowly as he pushed on deeper into the forest.
As he pushed deeper through the forest, the hair on the back of his neck began to raise, as behind him he felt he was being followed, slowly bringing his Longsword out as he did his ears twitched as he rolled forwards, 3 bolts flew passed his head, he ducked behind a nearby tree and smirked. "So Lloth still wants me dead?" he said as he ducked out from behind the tree to rush towards his 3 dark elf assailants, two of them dropping their hand crossbow's and drawing out similar blades to his, only equal length. "And here was me thinking i was going to get to relax tonight.." he thought to himself, leaping into the air as the fight began..
Aliases: None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Deities: Athel Loren (Diety of the elves that raised him)
Alignment: Chaotic good
Race: Half Elven
Family: None that he knows of, and isn't aware of the fact he's half elven.
Hair: Short black with dark forest green streaks flowing through it.
Eye colour: His eye's shift colour, and flow between green and blue.
Distinguishing marks: A long black lightning bolt shaped Tattoo flows down the left hand side of his cheek, while all over his chest, arms, and hands this smoke like writing and symbol's are tattoo'd onto him as is customary with the elves to adron the warriors for war.
Example RP Post
Around him the Autumn leaves fell slowly, but it seemed to have little effect on the canopy of the forest above him. During his travels he had been far and wide, seen many things, but nothing could warm his heart like returning to the forests of Loren, especially on the night of the great harvest as the moon flickered through different parts of the tree's. "tonight..." he said slowly as he pulled out his quickblade, letting the purple glow illuminate the path ahead in the fading light. "Tonight.. will be a well earned rest i'm thinking" he said slowly as he pushed on deeper into the forest.
As he pushed deeper through the forest, the hair on the back of his neck began to raise, as behind him he felt he was being followed, slowly bringing his Longsword out as he did his ears twitched as he rolled forwards, 3 bolts flew passed his head, he ducked behind a nearby tree and smirked. "So Lloth still wants me dead?" he said as he ducked out from behind the tree to rush towards his 3 dark elf assailants, two of them dropping their hand crossbow's and drawing out similar blades to his, only equal length. "And here was me thinking i was going to get to relax tonight.." he thought to himself, leaping into the air as the fight began..