Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions,
Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.โ
โฆ Birth Name: Sel Darkmore
โฆ Titles: Bartender, Wanderer, Slippery Bastard โฆ Origin: Calmishan โฆ Age: Mid Thirties โฆ Birth date: Unknown โฆ Race: Human โฆ Gender: Male โฆ Patron Deity: Claims Tymora โฆ Alignment: Unknown โฆ Profession: Bartender โฆ Weapons: Light Weaponry โฆ Height: 6โฒ 2โณ โฆ Weight: 220 lb. โฆ Build: Athletic, Agile โฆ Hair: Long, Black Hair โฆ Eyes: Dark Brown โฆ Skin: Dusky โฆ Scars: Long Cauterize scar on his back โฆ Posture: Confident โฆ Voice: His tone of voice seems to change depending ... |
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The neatly trimmed beard ran along his muscular jawline. Dark brown eyes as friendly as they are, seems to always peer about, observing and taking in his surroundings. A set of white pearls for earrings could be faintly seen unless he wore his signature swashbucklers hat. Fancy clothing are the notable wears of his clothing selection, unless out adventuring.
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Staves- Various defensive wands marked with the letter "M" and other magical trinkets consisting of a brooch of shielding, a prayer of the gods book, and a chime of interruption.
Adventuring Gear- A thin coil of rope, a scroll case filled with various scrolls, a journal with ink and quill, a small pouch of selective potions, two healing kits, dried meats, and fruits.
Bits and babbles- Various gems used for bartering all except two, and a variety of rings.
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A failing charmer while spilling flattery would describe his personality. He doesn't seem to like running out to dangerous places, yet when faced with danger, he never cowers. Many know him however to take work seriously to the level of diligence. He's also strangely a very patient man. Loyalty is a single word that could also describe him. The closet of friends would know that much. The ones that hardly know him, were easily disregarded with no remorse. A man with many tales, a man with many secrets. Peeling an onion would be easier, after all he's a scoundrel at best and he love's to drink.
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With the accent of a local Baldarian, people would think him born within Baldur's Gate. In truth, he's lived there over a decade. After his stay in the renown city of Neverwinter, he took to the roads that lead him to Baldur's. Born a Calimshite, he has little memories of his youth. Birthed from the womb of a slave and sent off with hopes and prayers of a better life, he spent a lot of time growing up in the streets of Cities. But when he reached his adulthood, he found himself entwined by the web of intrigue with little to no choice to avert it. Grown, molded and trained, the beginning of a dark past soon engulf him, and had him committing a few unspeakable acts.
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Reputation follows a person, but with this man, a lot of his deeds go unseen or undocumented. He's saved many a lives, to include the City itself. But just as much as he's saved, he's equally taken just as much so. His many adventures span over thirteen years in the Sword Coast with far off travels to other distant lands. He's learned different cultures and often keeps his knowledge to himself.
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He bartends in the Broken Goblet located in Roaringshore, and also bartends in the bar within the Undercellar.
Oddly resourceful.
In a relationship with a pirate woman.
Has a man eating dog name "Boomer"
Has a knack of getting things done.
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No one alive nor around in this day in age, would remember nor know of his darker past, except one person with whom he had trusted to tell. When it had came to Gods, in his early youth there was one such he oddly gave offerings too. Sometimes even prayers. Not a devout follower then but still, the lost youth at the time was more ignorance than naught. Tyranny was an ideal, Hatred was a direction, Strife was the goal. But that had been another time, another life, one of past. He had renounced the old way of thinking due to a personal betrayal that was traumatizing. It is said, a man is never the same when he has to strike down one he would call brother.
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Sorry I know I said there was none of interests but there is something I missed and realize I do need.
A means to longevity? Slow Ageing? Prolonged life span than the average human without becoming some form of Undead.
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