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Name: Iskuros Stoma ( pronounced just as it's spelled)
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: Rough- though he is 27 his facial hair does not grow in neatly or full giving him a rather unkempt and mangy look. His cloak is knee length in order to conceal the knives on his legs. He rarely wears his hood and opts more often for an outlandish hat equipped to hold all manner or nature, for concealment. His hair is short, very short this is to keep anyone from finding a hand hold there in close combat and the color is nearly black. His eyes are a dark green and as deep as his cache of stories of adventure.
Weapons: Sabre- named "Didaskalos" or "teacher". Surely all who run across it learn their lesson
Throwing knives (10)- while the amount seems obscene they do come in handy for all manner of battles and parlor tricks. They are carried neatly on the side of his upper legs.
Bio: Though he is human by every standard he has no particular love for them other than that which he has for all beings. His parents were accused of being traitors and siding with elves. They were executed. While Iskuros was not there for the execution he did return home to find an empty home and two full graves. The rest he deduced from friends. He now makes peace his way, though when crossed is a mighty foe in battle. Iskuros' brother was an assassin before an unfortunate run-in with Borik the Flame Juggler ( just some random person) that ended his brother's promising career. None the less Iskuros learned much from his older sibling. Speed, stealth and agility are his allies.
Skills: Speed, stealth, agility and animal empathy. Animal empathy is not the ability to control an animal merely to show with his body language and general presence that he is not a threat. This is not fool proof as it is not magic or anything like that.
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: Rough- though he is 27 his facial hair does not grow in neatly or full giving him a rather unkempt and mangy look. His cloak is knee length in order to conceal the knives on his legs. He rarely wears his hood and opts more often for an outlandish hat equipped to hold all manner or nature, for concealment. His hair is short, very short this is to keep anyone from finding a hand hold there in close combat and the color is nearly black. His eyes are a dark green and as deep as his cache of stories of adventure.
Weapons: Sabre- named "Didaskalos" or "teacher". Surely all who run across it learn their lesson
Throwing knives (10)- while the amount seems obscene they do come in handy for all manner of battles and parlor tricks. They are carried neatly on the side of his upper legs.
Bio: Though he is human by every standard he has no particular love for them other than that which he has for all beings. His parents were accused of being traitors and siding with elves. They were executed. While Iskuros was not there for the execution he did return home to find an empty home and two full graves. The rest he deduced from friends. He now makes peace his way, though when crossed is a mighty foe in battle. Iskuros' brother was an assassin before an unfortunate run-in with Borik the Flame Juggler ( just some random person) that ended his brother's promising career. None the less Iskuros learned much from his older sibling. Speed, stealth and agility are his allies.
Skills: Speed, stealth, agility and animal empathy. Animal empathy is not the ability to control an animal merely to show with his body language and general presence that he is not a threat. This is not fool proof as it is not magic or anything like that.
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