Post by Samira on Jun 7, 2009 20:26:51 GMT -5
Morzanthor is the guild-master of Darkrowan Guild. To adopt him, write a clip at least three paragraphs long. As he is a guild-master, I will be quite a bit more particular with his adoption.
Here's the bio:
Name: Morzanthor.
Race/Species: Sorcerer.
Age: unknown
Kin: None
Gender: Male
Guild: DarkRowan
Status: Guild master
Appearance: Morzanthor is very tall, with dark eyes and straight white hair which he wears past his shoulders. His face is angular and sharp, with a thin, hooked nose. He has a strange appearrance; at some times he seems an old man and at others he appears quite young. There is a cruel twist to his thin mouth and his sharp, sadistic eyes hold an evil gleam. He seldom laughes. His black robes have many hidden pockets in which he keeps strange bits and pieces of dark spells. His strong hands have exceptionally long, knotty-knuckled fingers and are stained, especially on the forefingers and thumbs, by weird herbs and blood and unknown powders. His overall appearance is one of darkness and power and harsh cruelty.
Personality: The sorcerer is cruel and sadistic; power-hungry and, though not blood-thirsty strictly speaking, rather untouchable. Whispered rumours would say that as a younger man he experienced some great sorrow, and, in order to no longer feel the world's pain, worked a great magic to turn his living, beating heart to hard, black obsidian. Whether or not this is true, it is true that Morzanthor is never touched by the horrors he sees - or inflicts - or the pain and gore. He is always on a search for more knowledge of the black evil that destroyed the world, and some say that he intends to resurrect that terrible power. He is clever and quick and often subtle, and quite mercenary and heartless. He is cold. His people are, to his mind, tools to be used, and he keeps his iron-spiked grip tight around them.
Belongings: His sorcerer's medallion, of course, always hangs from his neck, heavy iron and steel. He also carries a long sword and numerous tiny packets of powders, herbs, and the like on his person.
History: Morzanthor's past is unknown. From whence sorcerers come is a secret known only to their race, and they do not share knowledge. He came to DarkRowan guild several generations of Men past, and began as a sword-warrior. He quickly rose in the ranks and then put all pretense aside, murdered the guild-master, and set himself as ruler of the guild.
Other: none.
Here's the bio:
Name: Morzanthor.
Race/Species: Sorcerer.
Age: unknown
Kin: None
Gender: Male
Guild: DarkRowan
Status: Guild master
Appearance: Morzanthor is very tall, with dark eyes and straight white hair which he wears past his shoulders. His face is angular and sharp, with a thin, hooked nose. He has a strange appearrance; at some times he seems an old man and at others he appears quite young. There is a cruel twist to his thin mouth and his sharp, sadistic eyes hold an evil gleam. He seldom laughes. His black robes have many hidden pockets in which he keeps strange bits and pieces of dark spells. His strong hands have exceptionally long, knotty-knuckled fingers and are stained, especially on the forefingers and thumbs, by weird herbs and blood and unknown powders. His overall appearance is one of darkness and power and harsh cruelty.
Personality: The sorcerer is cruel and sadistic; power-hungry and, though not blood-thirsty strictly speaking, rather untouchable. Whispered rumours would say that as a younger man he experienced some great sorrow, and, in order to no longer feel the world's pain, worked a great magic to turn his living, beating heart to hard, black obsidian. Whether or not this is true, it is true that Morzanthor is never touched by the horrors he sees - or inflicts - or the pain and gore. He is always on a search for more knowledge of the black evil that destroyed the world, and some say that he intends to resurrect that terrible power. He is clever and quick and often subtle, and quite mercenary and heartless. He is cold. His people are, to his mind, tools to be used, and he keeps his iron-spiked grip tight around them.
Belongings: His sorcerer's medallion, of course, always hangs from his neck, heavy iron and steel. He also carries a long sword and numerous tiny packets of powders, herbs, and the like on his person.
History: Morzanthor's past is unknown. From whence sorcerers come is a secret known only to their race, and they do not share knowledge. He came to DarkRowan guild several generations of Men past, and began as a sword-warrior. He quickly rose in the ranks and then put all pretense aside, murdered the guild-master, and set himself as ruler of the guild.
Other: none.
