Sylas
06-30-08, 05:16 AM
Name: Sylas the One Eye
Age: Undetermined
Race: Human (?)
Hair Color: Black (?)
Eye Color: Black (?)
Height: 5' 8" (?)
Weight: 150 lbs. (?)
Occupation: Merchant (?)
Personality:
Sylas the One Eye is a calm, cold and calculating merchant. He knows what he wants as well as how he can get it. Not many things frighten him, although he is not one to take unnecessary risks.
Appearance:
Anyone who had seen him would only see a man clad from head to toe in a heavy leather coat with an equally obstructive hood. Echoes from his feet are the telltale signs of a heavy and weather-worn pair of boots which obviously had seen better days. On his back is an enormous pack filled with odds and ends, large enough to dwarf the wandering merchant. Of course, that is the image he wanted people to believe...
History:
Buy low, sell high. That was the life Sylas the One Eye knew. He had learned the necessary skills of a shrewd merchant from his mentor, a man known only as Alkor the Blind. And from Alkor to Elzix, Sylas learned to live within the darkness of the underworld where he now serves to bring the items long forgotten to the world of order into the hands... Of the fortunate buyers he would come across.
Skills:
Fade: Working in the Underworld had forced Sylas to learn the necessary skill to survive. Given enough space and veil of darkness, the One Eye slowly fades away into the shadows until no trace remained of the wily merchant.
Etherwalk: A necessary skill for a merchant where nowhere is safer than... Well, nowhere at all. With much concentration, he can appear to be in places far from where he was last seen. Be it illusory or reality... He leaves his buyers to decide on their own.
Bend: No matter how vicious he was attacked, the wily man always found a way to avoid getting killed. So far. After all, no amount of treasure in the world would mean anything if the owner is dead.
Equipment:
Pack: he always carry a pack with him. No one could tell what he carries, though, as he never seem to be using it at all.
Jacket: A deceptive garment that is actually his store. Opening it reveals a hawker's small paradise.
Familiars:
Crow: A lone black crow seems to be following him everywhere, serving as his eyes and ears through its natural skills of... Cawing.
Hi, Megan. It's me. Check the IP and e-mail if you're still curious. The details are in the discussion forum.
Age: Undetermined
Race: Human (?)
Hair Color: Black (?)
Eye Color: Black (?)
Height: 5' 8" (?)
Weight: 150 lbs. (?)
Occupation: Merchant (?)
Personality:
Sylas the One Eye is a calm, cold and calculating merchant. He knows what he wants as well as how he can get it. Not many things frighten him, although he is not one to take unnecessary risks.
Appearance:
Anyone who had seen him would only see a man clad from head to toe in a heavy leather coat with an equally obstructive hood. Echoes from his feet are the telltale signs of a heavy and weather-worn pair of boots which obviously had seen better days. On his back is an enormous pack filled with odds and ends, large enough to dwarf the wandering merchant. Of course, that is the image he wanted people to believe...
History:
Buy low, sell high. That was the life Sylas the One Eye knew. He had learned the necessary skills of a shrewd merchant from his mentor, a man known only as Alkor the Blind. And from Alkor to Elzix, Sylas learned to live within the darkness of the underworld where he now serves to bring the items long forgotten to the world of order into the hands... Of the fortunate buyers he would come across.
Skills:
Fade: Working in the Underworld had forced Sylas to learn the necessary skill to survive. Given enough space and veil of darkness, the One Eye slowly fades away into the shadows until no trace remained of the wily merchant.
Etherwalk: A necessary skill for a merchant where nowhere is safer than... Well, nowhere at all. With much concentration, he can appear to be in places far from where he was last seen. Be it illusory or reality... He leaves his buyers to decide on their own.
Bend: No matter how vicious he was attacked, the wily man always found a way to avoid getting killed. So far. After all, no amount of treasure in the world would mean anything if the owner is dead.
Equipment:
Pack: he always carry a pack with him. No one could tell what he carries, though, as he never seem to be using it at all.
Jacket: A deceptive garment that is actually his store. Opening it reveals a hawker's small paradise.
Familiars:
Crow: A lone black crow seems to be following him everywhere, serving as his eyes and ears through its natural skills of... Cawing.
Hi, Megan. It's me. Check the IP and e-mail if you're still curious. The details are in the discussion forum.