Shadow
07-20-06, 09:09 PM
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1,000 EXP and 350 GP.\
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Name: Nicolei Selezon
Gender: Male
Age: 1,202
Race: Undead/Vampire
Clothing: Black Robe (Hooded), Dark Blue Cape.
Armor: My Wits (Until I Buy Some Armor)
Weapons: Fangs, Fists
Serpentine Steel Long Sword
Magical Talents: None
Abilities:
Shapeshifting - 3 times in any given hour, must touch the person to obtain their form. No knowledge or powers are gained from the obtaining of a form, it is a simple change of form, much like transmogrification.
Thievery: Simple stealing, and sleight of hand.
Wound Regeneration: Because he is only a half-vampire and not a full vampire, the time for his regen abilities have been doubled.
Minor: Three battle posts.*
Moderate: Five battle posts.*
Occupation: Traveling Thief
Personality: Slightly Deranged due to his blood lust, semi quick to anger. Dark, Morbid, and Hate filled.
Appearance: Cloathed in a Dark robe which hangs from his body loosely, giving off the effect of gliding as he walks, with a dark blue cape attached to his neck with metal clips. A Dark hood pulled halfway over his face, hiding it in the shadows from view of the public. Long blue hair tipped in red beneath the hood, and tar black eyes that stare amidst the hair.
History: Abandoned as a child on a cold Sariego curb, he learned to use his wits growing up, to steal, cheat, and survive, along with the one talent, and curse that he has; Shapeshifting.
Bitten by a full blood vampire after angering him in a game of poker, he learned to accept another of lifes curses upon him, although this one repayed with blood upon the vampire who turned him. Twenty years later, he tracked down the parents who abandoned him, only to find them murdered in an run down shack, their heads severed and placed upon their laps. Since finding his parents murdered, his mind has rotted with hate and vengeance, slowly sending him into a deep state of depression and anger. The town of Sariego itself became twisted over the years, decaying from war and sending the town residence into panick, most having abandoned it, the rest trusting noone they saw; thus being the way, he learned to become defensive and trust noone without them properly proving themselves worthy to him.
1,000 EXP and 350 GP.\
Updates are displayed in green.
Name: Nicolei Selezon
Gender: Male
Age: 1,202
Race: Undead/Vampire
Clothing: Black Robe (Hooded), Dark Blue Cape.
Armor: My Wits (Until I Buy Some Armor)
Weapons: Fangs, Fists
Serpentine Steel Long Sword
Magical Talents: None
Abilities:
Shapeshifting - 3 times in any given hour, must touch the person to obtain their form. No knowledge or powers are gained from the obtaining of a form, it is a simple change of form, much like transmogrification.
Thievery: Simple stealing, and sleight of hand.
Wound Regeneration: Because he is only a half-vampire and not a full vampire, the time for his regen abilities have been doubled.
Minor: Three battle posts.*
Moderate: Five battle posts.*
Occupation: Traveling Thief
Personality: Slightly Deranged due to his blood lust, semi quick to anger. Dark, Morbid, and Hate filled.
Appearance: Cloathed in a Dark robe which hangs from his body loosely, giving off the effect of gliding as he walks, with a dark blue cape attached to his neck with metal clips. A Dark hood pulled halfway over his face, hiding it in the shadows from view of the public. Long blue hair tipped in red beneath the hood, and tar black eyes that stare amidst the hair.
History: Abandoned as a child on a cold Sariego curb, he learned to use his wits growing up, to steal, cheat, and survive, along with the one talent, and curse that he has; Shapeshifting.
Bitten by a full blood vampire after angering him in a game of poker, he learned to accept another of lifes curses upon him, although this one repayed with blood upon the vampire who turned him. Twenty years later, he tracked down the parents who abandoned him, only to find them murdered in an run down shack, their heads severed and placed upon their laps. Since finding his parents murdered, his mind has rotted with hate and vengeance, slowly sending him into a deep state of depression and anger. The town of Sariego itself became twisted over the years, decaying from war and sending the town residence into panick, most having abandoned it, the rest trusting noone they saw; thus being the way, he learned to become defensive and trust noone without them properly proving themselves worthy to him.