Zerral Di'odenar
Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2015 9:53 am
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First Name: Zerral
Last Name: Di'odenar
Appearance:
Usually wears black/dark blue/dark green clothes, black cloack and a red mask.
Race: Drow
Age: 120
Height: a bit taller than a moderate drow
Weight: slim but tough
Eyes: bright red
Hair: White
Facial Hair Style: none
Personality Profile:
One can see Zerral in different ways: most of the time he is active, with a provoking (sometimes cruel) smile and piercing eyes, and some times it seems like he is in a deep thought. Although he's cautious and not without a sence of humor. Zerral is devoted to those who close to him, but it is hard to get close. One can see that he becomes really quiet when someone talks about magic, and, if one looks closely, he can see a little, pure smile.
General Health: Good
Deity: Vhaeraun
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neutural
Profession: Mercenary
Base Class & Proposed Development: Rouge/Wizard/Arcane Trickster
Habits/Hobbies:
Languages:
Weapon of Choice: Rapiers
Background:
Zerral was born and lived in Ched Nasad. He always was an... active child that fell in love with stories of adventuring of his ancestors. If there was a chance to run off "to adventures" he always used it. And what was one of most important parts about adventuring? Loot! So he "looted" his "trophies" from the whole town. And not everyone was happy about it. Streetfights were common "fun" for Zerral. It is there where he made most of his friends and enemies. Father taught Zerral to fight and his mother always did bring peace to his heart when he was sad... Which was a bit unusual for Underdark drow.
His grandfather was a wizard, not very powerful one, but Zerral was always facinated by his magic tricks. One day he "looted" grandfather's spellbook and the next few nights were far more interesting than the others for him. It is then, when his knowledge hunger appeared.
Some years later, three thugs broke into his family house, screaming the name of his father and something about a debt: "We brought her from the surface, hid all tracks of her origins... You owe us for the end of your pesky lives, Xerviz!". "I owe you nothing more!" were father's words. Then there was a fight, grandfarher came to help, but was struck to the head with a club and fainted. Father killed one of them, but two ohers finished him off. Zerral and his mother were in the kitchen when they heared the noise. When remaining two came in, mother instantly rushed in with a knife to hit one of them right in the neck. She did. But the wound did not kill the bandit instantly. He grabbed her while second one made a fatal blow in her head. It happened in seconds. Zerral, overcomed with rage, rushed to remainig bandit with a kitchen cleaver, aiming at the knees. Bandit fell with his legs bleeding, and Zerral made two deep cuts on intruder's arms so he can't escape.
After finding both of his parents dead, Zerral carried last bandit to the indercellar where he tortured him, demanding information about his group and leader, cutting him with the rustiest knife he could find. Oh, the pleasure he felt when hearing screams of those who just killed his parents... Zerral took all of information he wanted... piece by piece... untill the bandit lied before him with with blank eyes.
Several days after, he left to find the bandit leader, armed with nothing than his father's rapier, grandfather's spellbook and his target's name: Deron Ni'vaz; and that he's never stays in the same place for too long. He has chosen a life of a mercenary, as the fastest way to find his target, hoping that, with a stroke of luck, his target will be foolish enough hire him.
Goals: To find the leader of those who killed his parents and bring his vengeance.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Finding out more about his family's secrets, propably talk with grandfather, after completing his primary goal.
First Name: Zerral
Last Name: Di'odenar
Appearance:
Usually wears black/dark blue/dark green clothes, black cloack and a red mask.
Race: Drow
Age: 120
Height: a bit taller than a moderate drow
Weight: slim but tough
Eyes: bright red
Hair: White
Facial Hair Style: none
Personality Profile:
One can see Zerral in different ways: most of the time he is active, with a provoking (sometimes cruel) smile and piercing eyes, and some times it seems like he is in a deep thought. Although he's cautious and not without a sence of humor. Zerral is devoted to those who close to him, but it is hard to get close. One can see that he becomes really quiet when someone talks about magic, and, if one looks closely, he can see a little, pure smile.
General Health: Good
Deity: Vhaeraun
Initial Alignment: Chaotic Neutural
Profession: Mercenary
Base Class & Proposed Development: Rouge/Wizard/Arcane Trickster
Habits/Hobbies:
Languages:
Weapon of Choice: Rapiers
Background:
Zerral was born and lived in Ched Nasad. He always was an... active child that fell in love with stories of adventuring of his ancestors. If there was a chance to run off "to adventures" he always used it. And what was one of most important parts about adventuring? Loot! So he "looted" his "trophies" from the whole town. And not everyone was happy about it. Streetfights were common "fun" for Zerral. It is there where he made most of his friends and enemies. Father taught Zerral to fight and his mother always did bring peace to his heart when he was sad... Which was a bit unusual for Underdark drow.
His grandfather was a wizard, not very powerful one, but Zerral was always facinated by his magic tricks. One day he "looted" grandfather's spellbook and the next few nights were far more interesting than the others for him. It is then, when his knowledge hunger appeared.
Some years later, three thugs broke into his family house, screaming the name of his father and something about a debt: "We brought her from the surface, hid all tracks of her origins... You owe us for the end of your pesky lives, Xerviz!". "I owe you nothing more!" were father's words. Then there was a fight, grandfarher came to help, but was struck to the head with a club and fainted. Father killed one of them, but two ohers finished him off. Zerral and his mother were in the kitchen when they heared the noise. When remaining two came in, mother instantly rushed in with a knife to hit one of them right in the neck. She did. But the wound did not kill the bandit instantly. He grabbed her while second one made a fatal blow in her head. It happened in seconds. Zerral, overcomed with rage, rushed to remainig bandit with a kitchen cleaver, aiming at the knees. Bandit fell with his legs bleeding, and Zerral made two deep cuts on intruder's arms so he can't escape.
After finding both of his parents dead, Zerral carried last bandit to the indercellar where he tortured him, demanding information about his group and leader, cutting him with the rustiest knife he could find. Oh, the pleasure he felt when hearing screams of those who just killed his parents... Zerral took all of information he wanted... piece by piece... untill the bandit lied before him with with blank eyes.
Several days after, he left to find the bandit leader, armed with nothing than his father's rapier, grandfather's spellbook and his target's name: Deron Ni'vaz; and that he's never stays in the same place for too long. He has chosen a life of a mercenary, as the fastest way to find his target, hoping that, with a stroke of luck, his target will be foolish enough hire him.
Goals: To find the leader of those who killed his parents and bring his vengeance.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Finding out more about his family's secrets, propably talk with grandfather, after completing his primary goal.