Name: Richelieu
Age: 6-7 millennia (one tends to lose track after so long)
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance: In a word, god-like. Pale as the moon and twice as beautiful. His naturally greyish hair which falls to his shoulders accentuates his pallor. He stands 2.1 meters (about six and a half feet) with a slender build, but his strength is hidden by his frame. His face is sharp, and on another it would seem unnatural, but on him it looks completely natural. His eyes are a golden yellow, bright and fiery as the sun.
Personality(+): He is a brilliant person, capable of calculating and soling problems quickly. He is a man of honor and never deviates from his code, albeit he follows a code of his own design. He is usually gentle to woman and children. He is a man of action and simultaneously a man of patience. He acts in his time, and one can be assured he does not act unless he means to succeed. His is very efficient in whatever he puts his mind to do.
Personality(-): He is coldhearted in deepest sense; he could in the left hand drink a cup of wine and in the right skewer the servant who brought it because the goblet was the wrong color. He thinks little of killing, but he is more interested in psychological torture, often toying with his prey before making the kill. While he is not given to temper, his cool mannerisms are to be feared more than a berserker. He has a superiority complex, even though he is not obnoxious about it. Has a fascination with blood, especially his own.
Special skills: While capable of a few spells, his true skill lies in his nigh-imperceptible reaction speed. Not only could he snatch a thrown dagger in mid-flight, he could just about parry a rampaging bull. He is exceptionally well trained in combat, but mostly with the epee. He is quite knowledgeable in anatomy, making him deadly efficient in battle and torture.
Personal possessions: He wears a loose fitting cloth shirt and loose-fitting sherwals, either of white, black, or crimson, depending on his mood or his task. On his arms he wears a pair of ornately woven golden armlets. His cloth belt holds a ringlet sheath which houses his favorite weapon, an epee.
Motivation: Doing whatsoever he pleases to do.
Age: 6-7 millennia (one tends to lose track after so long)
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Appearance: In a word, god-like. Pale as the moon and twice as beautiful. His naturally greyish hair which falls to his shoulders accentuates his pallor. He stands 2.1 meters (about six and a half feet) with a slender build, but his strength is hidden by his frame. His face is sharp, and on another it would seem unnatural, but on him it looks completely natural. His eyes are a golden yellow, bright and fiery as the sun.
Personality(+): He is a brilliant person, capable of calculating and soling problems quickly. He is a man of honor and never deviates from his code, albeit he follows a code of his own design. He is usually gentle to woman and children. He is a man of action and simultaneously a man of patience. He acts in his time, and one can be assured he does not act unless he means to succeed. His is very efficient in whatever he puts his mind to do.
Personality(-): He is coldhearted in deepest sense; he could in the left hand drink a cup of wine and in the right skewer the servant who brought it because the goblet was the wrong color. He thinks little of killing, but he is more interested in psychological torture, often toying with his prey before making the kill. While he is not given to temper, his cool mannerisms are to be feared more than a berserker. He has a superiority complex, even though he is not obnoxious about it. Has a fascination with blood, especially his own.
Special skills: While capable of a few spells, his true skill lies in his nigh-imperceptible reaction speed. Not only could he snatch a thrown dagger in mid-flight, he could just about parry a rampaging bull. He is exceptionally well trained in combat, but mostly with the epee. He is quite knowledgeable in anatomy, making him deadly efficient in battle and torture.
Personal possessions: He wears a loose fitting cloth shirt and loose-fitting sherwals, either of white, black, or crimson, depending on his mood or his task. On his arms he wears a pair of ornately woven golden armlets. His cloth belt holds a ringlet sheath which houses his favorite weapon, an epee.
Motivation: Doing whatsoever he pleases to do.
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