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12-23-14, 02:16 PM
Name:
Dalaric Velar, The name Dalaric is his by birth but having no wish to draw attention to his lineage he chose Velar as his second name. A young man having grown tired of trying to remember all the made up surnames he had used it seemed appropriate at the time. Velar was actually the name of a very wealthy acquaintance that he may or may not have “borrowed” some rather expensive items from. The fact that he had as yet not been able to repay them is of course, irrelevant.
Age:
23
Race:
Salvar, Corone some unknown mixed.
Hair Color:
Dark reddish brown color
Eye Color:
Blue
Height:
Average weight 5’ 10”
Weight:
Average weight 160 lbs.
Occupation (Optional):
Variable depending on the local availability of merchandise and the chance meeting of suitable targets/merchants on the road
Personality (Optional):
Dalaric is Confident arrogant and insolent he will take risks that most would shy away from, if the reward is worthy. He tends to chase goals that are well above his grasp and normally achieves just enough of it to survive long enough for the next target.
He has never killed another being animals or creature of the wild sure but never humans or the like. He often wonders whether he truly could if the need arose. He will go out of his way to avoid getting into a situation that would require it. Maiming, beating into submission, the odd broken nose or fractured collar bone those he has had occasion to inflict. In his years at sea he had seen many men die but had not been the cause of a single one.
His need for gold is outdone only by his need for companionship, female companionship that is. Years at sea have no doubt had a large impact on his life view. Never one to take comfort aboard ship he left that to those that were so obliged.
He is a romantic in every sense of the word. He see’s damsels in distress under every rock and tries to save them all. The reward to him is every bit as valuable as the gold and silver he chases. In the end however the case is the true calling for once he has attained his goal he moves on to the next. Not one has been up to the task of holding his attention for more than a day or three.
While he will pursue most all females He does however have a weakness for dark haired women. A weakness that his gotten him into more scrapes then his chasing of others gold has ever come close to. The weakness is due to a girl from his past. The girl is most likely the reason he is the way he is today.
He loves to eat well and spends much of his borrowed monies on good food, very seldom will he take a drink though as it dulls his wit.
He dislikes the law in nearly any shape or form. A total disrespect for authority as it were. He hates the cold and would rather suffer through oppressive heat any day then be even the smallest bit cold. Not a fan of drink as it dulls his wit and his wit is his life. He will likely never be found to be in his cups.
Appearance
Of average height and average weight Dalaric does not stand out in nearly any crowd. Smoldering blue eyes that have been the undoing of many a fair maiden, are set in a face that would be hard to remember after a chance meeting. His hair a dark reddish brown is tied up tightly and hangs over his left shoulder. It seems to be shoulder length but being bound up and encased in leather it’s difficult to be sure. He keeps it such as to limit the chance of it being used to hold him or bring him down. Why not just cut it off you ask? Because he has a bit of vanity in him, truth be told it’s more than a bit.
His movements are purposeful and sure with his steps placed with care. A Vandyke graces his face and is trimmed impeccably. The steel at his side gets less of his attention than the whiskers on his chin. His clothing is of various colors and well made. Leather breaches of a light tan, beige flowing shirt made of ramie suited well to life at sea. High boots to keep the water out but more often than not held it in, dark brown nearly black when wet. A brown leather belt with a small silver buckle encircles his trim waist. A green flowing sash is tied over that.
He wears a sword on his left side, a worn and in spots nicked blade. The long thin blade, a rapier has seen far more years than he. His skill with this blade, let’s just say he is more likely to hurt himself with it then you
History:
Grew up in a loving family in a port city in Corone, Dalaric was entranced by the sea his father a wealthy merchant would have nothing of it Dalaric was his only son and he was to take the reins of the business if it killed both of them. Not even remotely interested Dalaric hired on a merchant ship leaving the city at the age of thirteen.
Dal spent ten years on a "merchant ship". Starting out as a deckhand and slowly learning the ropes and becoming an accomplished sailor. Mentored by an aging sailor he learned many things from the time he spent on the open sea.
Dalaric is currently on the outskirts of a port city in Salvar. The merchant ship, if one can call a boat full of brigands pillaging and stealing anything in their path a merchant ship, having been working its way up the coast of Alerar from its home port. Hidden among the islands surrounding Fallien, they had been at sea for long days and even longer nights. He has just landed here jumping from the ship as it passed near the shore. Swimming to the shore he pulls himself out and walks in the direction of the city.
Skills:
Skill Proficiency
Rapier/swordplay Novice
Larceny Competent
Seduction Competent
Persuasion Expert
Brawling Novice
Abilities:
Dalaric is as far as he knows a human male of 23 years. His lineage is somewhat other than that but he does not nor to be honest does his creator “me” know. This having been said he has little in the way of outstanding skills or abilities.
1. He is very agile or graceful, on par with an acrobat perhaps but defiantly not of a superhuman or such quality if he exerts himself it will tire him very quickly. At most he may be able to pull off three acrobatic abilities before being too tired to move much less fight.
He has been on his own for a long time and as such has had to fend for himself. The taste that he was born with both in food and clothing not to mention companionship however does not tend to lend itself well to a vagabond lifestyle. This has caused him to refine some somewhat questionable skills to stay inside of the lifestyle he chooses to lead.
2. He is able to after much practice blend in with his surroundings and make himself unnoticeable. Not invisible mind you but just become so commonplace that he would not stand out or look at all out of place in most any situation. This he tends to be only able to accomplish on the average of twice a day as his ego makes it nearly impossible to not draw attention. He wants to be the center of attraction and the situation will be very grim indeed before he even tries to blend in.
He is very intelligent being able to quickly think through situations and come up with multiple ways to handle said situation fast is his saving grace. It can also be said to be his Achilles heel as well. This allows him to determine the best path to get what he wants and he tends to not look beyond that place to see the results of that acquisition. This tends to cause him to use both of his other skill sets quite often.
He is very predisposed to not like bloodshed. He uses his considerable wit and intelligence to stay far away from situations that would lead to the spilling of another’s blood let alone his. The sword he carries is well used and well taken care of. The well-used part was not due to him. He acquired said sword in an amusing situation that will come up at a later time. He does take excellent care of all of his possessions the sword included and it is in very good condition.
3. Though he has neither love nor very little skill for swordplay he does excel at throwing the small daggers he has tucked inside his clothing. He is not very good at the art of fighting with them but he can throw them almost perfectly with unerring accuracy. This tends to be something he holds for a last resort however and he seldom uses this skill more than twice a day.
Equipment:
- Shirt beige ruffled style (cotton)
- Breeches leather of a medium brown
- Scarf Blood red in color (tied around his waist)
- Cloak Dark brown hooded cloak light weight (felt)
- Boots High Very dark brown Leather
- Simple undergarments
- Doublet/Vest Leather olive drab green with black stitching and fancy embroidery
- Belt brown leather belt with small silver buckle
- Water skin
-Comb (Metal)
-Soap
-Razor
-1 eating knife -Balanced Rations (1 Weeks’ Worth)
-Flint & Steel
Weapons and Tools
- Worn Steel Rapier (very old)
- Dagger iron x2
- Thieves tools
-Set of bone dice gift from Aged Sailor on ship. Story in progress via flashback
Familiars (Optional):
Dalaric has no familiars so to speak but tends to become familiar with as many attractive women that he can persuade with his considerable charm.
Dalaric Velar, The name Dalaric is his by birth but having no wish to draw attention to his lineage he chose Velar as his second name. A young man having grown tired of trying to remember all the made up surnames he had used it seemed appropriate at the time. Velar was actually the name of a very wealthy acquaintance that he may or may not have “borrowed” some rather expensive items from. The fact that he had as yet not been able to repay them is of course, irrelevant.
Age:
23
Race:
Salvar, Corone some unknown mixed.
Hair Color:
Dark reddish brown color
Eye Color:
Blue
Height:
Average weight 5’ 10”
Weight:
Average weight 160 lbs.
Occupation (Optional):
Variable depending on the local availability of merchandise and the chance meeting of suitable targets/merchants on the road
Personality (Optional):
Dalaric is Confident arrogant and insolent he will take risks that most would shy away from, if the reward is worthy. He tends to chase goals that are well above his grasp and normally achieves just enough of it to survive long enough for the next target.
He has never killed another being animals or creature of the wild sure but never humans or the like. He often wonders whether he truly could if the need arose. He will go out of his way to avoid getting into a situation that would require it. Maiming, beating into submission, the odd broken nose or fractured collar bone those he has had occasion to inflict. In his years at sea he had seen many men die but had not been the cause of a single one.
His need for gold is outdone only by his need for companionship, female companionship that is. Years at sea have no doubt had a large impact on his life view. Never one to take comfort aboard ship he left that to those that were so obliged.
He is a romantic in every sense of the word. He see’s damsels in distress under every rock and tries to save them all. The reward to him is every bit as valuable as the gold and silver he chases. In the end however the case is the true calling for once he has attained his goal he moves on to the next. Not one has been up to the task of holding his attention for more than a day or three.
While he will pursue most all females He does however have a weakness for dark haired women. A weakness that his gotten him into more scrapes then his chasing of others gold has ever come close to. The weakness is due to a girl from his past. The girl is most likely the reason he is the way he is today.
He loves to eat well and spends much of his borrowed monies on good food, very seldom will he take a drink though as it dulls his wit.
He dislikes the law in nearly any shape or form. A total disrespect for authority as it were. He hates the cold and would rather suffer through oppressive heat any day then be even the smallest bit cold. Not a fan of drink as it dulls his wit and his wit is his life. He will likely never be found to be in his cups.
Appearance
Of average height and average weight Dalaric does not stand out in nearly any crowd. Smoldering blue eyes that have been the undoing of many a fair maiden, are set in a face that would be hard to remember after a chance meeting. His hair a dark reddish brown is tied up tightly and hangs over his left shoulder. It seems to be shoulder length but being bound up and encased in leather it’s difficult to be sure. He keeps it such as to limit the chance of it being used to hold him or bring him down. Why not just cut it off you ask? Because he has a bit of vanity in him, truth be told it’s more than a bit.
His movements are purposeful and sure with his steps placed with care. A Vandyke graces his face and is trimmed impeccably. The steel at his side gets less of his attention than the whiskers on his chin. His clothing is of various colors and well made. Leather breaches of a light tan, beige flowing shirt made of ramie suited well to life at sea. High boots to keep the water out but more often than not held it in, dark brown nearly black when wet. A brown leather belt with a small silver buckle encircles his trim waist. A green flowing sash is tied over that.
He wears a sword on his left side, a worn and in spots nicked blade. The long thin blade, a rapier has seen far more years than he. His skill with this blade, let’s just say he is more likely to hurt himself with it then you
History:
Grew up in a loving family in a port city in Corone, Dalaric was entranced by the sea his father a wealthy merchant would have nothing of it Dalaric was his only son and he was to take the reins of the business if it killed both of them. Not even remotely interested Dalaric hired on a merchant ship leaving the city at the age of thirteen.
Dal spent ten years on a "merchant ship". Starting out as a deckhand and slowly learning the ropes and becoming an accomplished sailor. Mentored by an aging sailor he learned many things from the time he spent on the open sea.
Dalaric is currently on the outskirts of a port city in Salvar. The merchant ship, if one can call a boat full of brigands pillaging and stealing anything in their path a merchant ship, having been working its way up the coast of Alerar from its home port. Hidden among the islands surrounding Fallien, they had been at sea for long days and even longer nights. He has just landed here jumping from the ship as it passed near the shore. Swimming to the shore he pulls himself out and walks in the direction of the city.
Skills:
Skill Proficiency
Rapier/swordplay Novice
Larceny Competent
Seduction Competent
Persuasion Expert
Brawling Novice
Abilities:
Dalaric is as far as he knows a human male of 23 years. His lineage is somewhat other than that but he does not nor to be honest does his creator “me” know. This having been said he has little in the way of outstanding skills or abilities.
1. He is very agile or graceful, on par with an acrobat perhaps but defiantly not of a superhuman or such quality if he exerts himself it will tire him very quickly. At most he may be able to pull off three acrobatic abilities before being too tired to move much less fight.
He has been on his own for a long time and as such has had to fend for himself. The taste that he was born with both in food and clothing not to mention companionship however does not tend to lend itself well to a vagabond lifestyle. This has caused him to refine some somewhat questionable skills to stay inside of the lifestyle he chooses to lead.
2. He is able to after much practice blend in with his surroundings and make himself unnoticeable. Not invisible mind you but just become so commonplace that he would not stand out or look at all out of place in most any situation. This he tends to be only able to accomplish on the average of twice a day as his ego makes it nearly impossible to not draw attention. He wants to be the center of attraction and the situation will be very grim indeed before he even tries to blend in.
He is very intelligent being able to quickly think through situations and come up with multiple ways to handle said situation fast is his saving grace. It can also be said to be his Achilles heel as well. This allows him to determine the best path to get what he wants and he tends to not look beyond that place to see the results of that acquisition. This tends to cause him to use both of his other skill sets quite often.
He is very predisposed to not like bloodshed. He uses his considerable wit and intelligence to stay far away from situations that would lead to the spilling of another’s blood let alone his. The sword he carries is well used and well taken care of. The well-used part was not due to him. He acquired said sword in an amusing situation that will come up at a later time. He does take excellent care of all of his possessions the sword included and it is in very good condition.
3. Though he has neither love nor very little skill for swordplay he does excel at throwing the small daggers he has tucked inside his clothing. He is not very good at the art of fighting with them but he can throw them almost perfectly with unerring accuracy. This tends to be something he holds for a last resort however and he seldom uses this skill more than twice a day.
Equipment:
- Shirt beige ruffled style (cotton)
- Breeches leather of a medium brown
- Scarf Blood red in color (tied around his waist)
- Cloak Dark brown hooded cloak light weight (felt)
- Boots High Very dark brown Leather
- Simple undergarments
- Doublet/Vest Leather olive drab green with black stitching and fancy embroidery
- Belt brown leather belt with small silver buckle
- Water skin
-Comb (Metal)
-Soap
-Razor
-1 eating knife -Balanced Rations (1 Weeks’ Worth)
-Flint & Steel
Weapons and Tools
- Worn Steel Rapier (very old)
- Dagger iron x2
- Thieves tools
-Set of bone dice gift from Aged Sailor on ship. Story in progress via flashback
Familiars (Optional):
Dalaric has no familiars so to speak but tends to become familiar with as many attractive women that he can persuade with his considerable charm.