Post by Iracundus on Oct 6, 2009 22:13:47 GMT -5
Name: Mirthil 'Gara Naya
Alias: The King of Trolls, the Insane One, the Islander.
Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere in his thirties.
Race: Animu Islander.
Sexuality: Pansexual.
Marital Status: Single
Religion: N/A, Islander Faith.
Origin: The Isle of Animue, Oranjnin Region
Current Residence: Wandering, the Forest.
Occupation: N/A
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 140 lbs.
Body Type: Lean and toned.
Skin: Dark tan with slightly illuminated runes typical of the Animue physiology.
Eyes: Yellow, almost cat-like.
Hair: Long and white. Mildly spiky. Meets his shoulders on most days. Has an odd habit of being able to adjust length at random.
Physical Description: Lean and toned, his lanky frame doesn't seem to hint at a very powerful presence. Prefers intelligent combat to brutish violence, but can engage in either. Dressed in simple pants of a very light material as well as vest of similar material. Shines like silk. Maroon in color with dark gold trim, the outfit serves as oddly ample protection in all scenarios. The vest ends just above his lower back. Wears a bandolier of various alchemical ingredients across his chest and his Staff at the back. His vest is capable of storing ridiculously scaled objects with ease- like carrying ten gallons with no adverse effects on the wearer. Wears darkly colored wrist shackles that seems to be able to emit a force field when needed. Wears boots or goes bare foot.
Voice: Low and accented. Carries an almost...sleazy presence with it.
Personality: Insane, but with consistency. His plans are often destructive and violent, but not without some cosmical cause behind it, real or imagined.
Likes: A great many things, but mainly sex and conflict.
Dislikes: Lasting peace and permanent housing. Various kings, queens, gods and goddesses he has slighted in the past.
Fears: Nothing of this universe.
Family: Animu Islanders.
History: Long and fraught with tales of peril.
Allegiance: Himself.
Weapons: The Staff of Trianka, throwing daggers, various alchemical explosives, hand-to-hand.
Magick: Untapped.
Strengths: Physically adept in almost any situation, highly adaptable, and reasonably intelligent.
Weaknesses: Headstrong, destructive and mentally unstable.
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Alias: The King of Trolls, the Insane One, the Islander.
Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere in his thirties.
Race: Animu Islander.
Sexuality: Pansexual.
Marital Status: Single
Religion: N/A, Islander Faith.
Origin: The Isle of Animue, Oranjnin Region
Current Residence: Wandering, the Forest.
Occupation: N/A
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 140 lbs.
Body Type: Lean and toned.
Skin: Dark tan with slightly illuminated runes typical of the Animue physiology.
Eyes: Yellow, almost cat-like.
Hair: Long and white. Mildly spiky. Meets his shoulders on most days. Has an odd habit of being able to adjust length at random.
Physical Description: Lean and toned, his lanky frame doesn't seem to hint at a very powerful presence. Prefers intelligent combat to brutish violence, but can engage in either. Dressed in simple pants of a very light material as well as vest of similar material. Shines like silk. Maroon in color with dark gold trim, the outfit serves as oddly ample protection in all scenarios. The vest ends just above his lower back. Wears a bandolier of various alchemical ingredients across his chest and his Staff at the back. His vest is capable of storing ridiculously scaled objects with ease- like carrying ten gallons with no adverse effects on the wearer. Wears darkly colored wrist shackles that seems to be able to emit a force field when needed. Wears boots or goes bare foot.
Voice: Low and accented. Carries an almost...sleazy presence with it.
Personality: Insane, but with consistency. His plans are often destructive and violent, but not without some cosmical cause behind it, real or imagined.
Likes: A great many things, but mainly sex and conflict.
Dislikes: Lasting peace and permanent housing. Various kings, queens, gods and goddesses he has slighted in the past.
Fears: Nothing of this universe.
Family: Animu Islanders.
History: Long and fraught with tales of peril.
Allegiance: Himself.
Weapons: The Staff of Trianka, throwing daggers, various alchemical explosives, hand-to-hand.
Magick: Untapped.
Strengths: Physically adept in almost any situation, highly adaptable, and reasonably intelligent.
Weaknesses: Headstrong, destructive and mentally unstable.
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