RPG: The Final Battle
Race: Human Shade
Name: Zaril
Age: 27
Height: 7' 8"
Gender: Male
Appearence: He has raven black hair that goes down to his shoulders and his skin is a deathly pale. His eyes are void of any color but black and he has a long, sharp nose. He has thin, bloodless lips that have never once released a smile. He wears a red cloak that hides most of his features and wears black dyed leather gloves and boots. At his waist he wears a leather belt with a black, jewel encrusted scabbard attached.
History: Zaril was once a man, just like anyone else you might see. He was the sorcerer Apin's apprentice and showed great potential.
When he and his master were attacked by bandits they killed his master and severely wounded him. When he was found by a wytch who had come to buy enchantments from his master, she instead discovered a dead Apin and horribly wounded Zaril.
She immediately called for the village's militia and took Zaril to her hut to be healed. It took months for his wounds to fully heal and during that time the wytch, who's name was Helga, taught him the advantages and perils of using magic, and to never over exert himself or he would surely die.
Soon after his wounds were healed, Zaril went into isolation. He built a hut upon a small hill and there began to practice his magic. It was also on this hill, that he became a shade.
It happened three days and three nights after he had built his new home. The same bandits who had killed his master and nearly killed him, came into the hut to finish the job. Fortunately for Zaril, he had a hard time going to sleep that night.
When he heard the door of his hut get smashed to the ground he immediately grabbed his dagger from its sheath and turned around to fight his aggressors. He was able to kill two of his attackers but was soon being overpowered by the other three.
It was at that moment he called upon magic not to be dabbled in. He called upon the spirits of shadows and death to come to him and give him the power to overcome, the power to kill, ravage, and destroy. And it wa at that moment that the Shade Zaril was born.
Race: Human Shade
Name: Zaril
Age: 27
Height: 7' 8"
Gender: Male
Appearence: He has raven black hair that goes down to his shoulders and his skin is a deathly pale. His eyes are void of any color but black and he has a long, sharp nose. He has thin, bloodless lips that have never once released a smile. He wears a red cloak that hides most of his features and wears black dyed leather gloves and boots. At his waist he wears a leather belt with a black, jewel encrusted scabbard attached.
History: Zaril was once a man, just like anyone else you might see. He was the sorcerer Apin's apprentice and showed great potential.
When he and his master were attacked by bandits they killed his master and severely wounded him. When he was found by a wytch who had come to buy enchantments from his master, she instead discovered a dead Apin and horribly wounded Zaril.
She immediately called for the village's militia and took Zaril to her hut to be healed. It took months for his wounds to fully heal and during that time the wytch, who's name was Helga, taught him the advantages and perils of using magic, and to never over exert himself or he would surely die.
Soon after his wounds were healed, Zaril went into isolation. He built a hut upon a small hill and there began to practice his magic. It was also on this hill, that he became a shade.
It happened three days and three nights after he had built his new home. The same bandits who had killed his master and nearly killed him, came into the hut to finish the job. Fortunately for Zaril, he had a hard time going to sleep that night.
When he heard the door of his hut get smashed to the ground he immediately grabbed his dagger from its sheath and turned around to fight his aggressors. He was able to kill two of his attackers but was soon being overpowered by the other three.
It was at that moment he called upon magic not to be dabbled in. He called upon the spirits of shadows and death to come to him and give him the power to overcome, the power to kill, ravage, and destroy. And it wa at that moment that the Shade Zaril was born.
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