Thread: Cian
Name: Argathus Philien
Age: 56
Race: Human-Mage
Gender: Male
Height: 6’3"
Weight: 175
Build: Tall, wiry, but muscular
Eyes: Steely gray with a small blue discoloration in the right eye near the pupil; bushy eyebrows; left eye is glass
Hair: Originally black as a starless midnight sky; now streaked with silvery white; long beard is fully white
Skin: Wrinkled, leathery tanned
Clothes: Sturdy leather boots; brown breeches; pine-green-and-black striped tunic that flows over his belt, which carries his axe and dagger
Weapons: Axe, mace, and dagger
Home: Woods about five hundred miles northeast of Lucia
Jobs: Lumberjack, woodsman, hunter, blacksmith, and mage
Special abilities/characteristics: his left eye is a glass eye due to a battle when he was twenty-three
Magic: Natural ability to use and wield magic, he is quite powerful when he chooses to use it, which is not often
Personality: Quiet, a man of few words; shrewd, alert, quick thinking; self-disciplined, orderly, obsessive-compulsive; self-contained, hardworking, uncomplaining; strong values and convictions, staidly firm and determined, doesn’t back down from beliefs and ideals, sees things in black and white, no gray areas
History/Background: Hailing from a large town some miles west of his current home, Argathus was the second son of the blacksmith and learned that trade from his father; when he was twenty-three, Zar attacked the city while a Keeper from Lucia was visiting, and the Keeper was killed; Argathus had befriended the Keeper—who was a Master of magic and had helped him learn to control and use his own natural powers—and swore to avenge his death, but his going after the man of Zar ended in a severe side wound and the loss of his left eye; it took months for him to recover his strength, and his father fashioned a glass eye for him, but he was embittered by it all, and shortly left town to travel aimlessly about the land; during his travels he learned about the strange men that had attacked his town: they had come from Azban
Likes/Favorites: Solitude and quiet; lamah stew; whistling; whittling; light: the sun, moon, and stars;
Dislikes/Least favorites: Kebab fruit; fish; lots of noise and busyness and chaos; Zar, of course, and the undead; putting himself in the control of someone else; surrendering; vulnerability
Strengths: Quick thinking, especially under pressure; rarely panics; physically fit, strong, and healthy for his age; his magic abilities
Weaknesses: His missing left eye decreases his level of visibility; though he is physically fit, he does feel his age and tires quickly and experiences more soreness than he used to after intense physical activity; leans on his own strengths, doesn’t like to rely on someone else
Name: Argathus Philien
Age: 56
Race: Human-Mage
Gender: Male
Height: 6’3"
Weight: 175
Build: Tall, wiry, but muscular
Eyes: Steely gray with a small blue discoloration in the right eye near the pupil; bushy eyebrows; left eye is glass
Hair: Originally black as a starless midnight sky; now streaked with silvery white; long beard is fully white
Skin: Wrinkled, leathery tanned
Clothes: Sturdy leather boots; brown breeches; pine-green-and-black striped tunic that flows over his belt, which carries his axe and dagger
Weapons: Axe, mace, and dagger
Home: Woods about five hundred miles northeast of Lucia
Jobs: Lumberjack, woodsman, hunter, blacksmith, and mage
Special abilities/characteristics: his left eye is a glass eye due to a battle when he was twenty-three
Magic: Natural ability to use and wield magic, he is quite powerful when he chooses to use it, which is not often
Personality: Quiet, a man of few words; shrewd, alert, quick thinking; self-disciplined, orderly, obsessive-compulsive; self-contained, hardworking, uncomplaining; strong values and convictions, staidly firm and determined, doesn’t back down from beliefs and ideals, sees things in black and white, no gray areas
History/Background: Hailing from a large town some miles west of his current home, Argathus was the second son of the blacksmith and learned that trade from his father; when he was twenty-three, Zar attacked the city while a Keeper from Lucia was visiting, and the Keeper was killed; Argathus had befriended the Keeper—who was a Master of magic and had helped him learn to control and use his own natural powers—and swore to avenge his death, but his going after the man of Zar ended in a severe side wound and the loss of his left eye; it took months for him to recover his strength, and his father fashioned a glass eye for him, but he was embittered by it all, and shortly left town to travel aimlessly about the land; during his travels he learned about the strange men that had attacked his town: they had come from Azban
Likes/Favorites: Solitude and quiet; lamah stew; whistling; whittling; light: the sun, moon, and stars;
Dislikes/Least favorites: Kebab fruit; fish; lots of noise and busyness and chaos; Zar, of course, and the undead; putting himself in the control of someone else; surrendering; vulnerability
Strengths: Quick thinking, especially under pressure; rarely panics; physically fit, strong, and healthy for his age; his magic abilities
Weaknesses: His missing left eye decreases his level of visibility; though he is physically fit, he does feel his age and tires quickly and experiences more soreness than he used to after intense physical activity; leans on his own strengths, doesn’t like to rely on someone else