Raseri
11-16-06, 09:28 PM
Name: Raseri
Race: Human
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 167
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Light Brown
Personality:
Quiet and contemplative, Raseri does very little talking to anyone. However, he absorbs anything and everything he can from his surroundings.
Equipment:
Raseri wields only a spear with on sharp steel head and a thick oaken body.
Appearance:
Raseri wears a light leather jerkin over his lean, slightly muscled body and loose cloth pants, cut off just below the knees, over his powerful legs. A leather belt around the waist holds the pants in place. A necklace with one animal fang is hung around his neck. Raseri always holds a stern face and keeps his hair short and out of the way.
Abilities:
Windlash:
In a flurry of metal and hickory, Raseri twirls his spear around very quickly causing a gust of wind to flow in the direction of his choosing.
Rage:
With each hit landed on an opponent in succession, Raseri builds up a rage. This rage allows him to attack faster and move quicker, although it clouds his judgment a little.
History:
The dreams. The dreams haunt his every night. Although quick and blurry, there are a few things he can make out. A snowy glade in the trees, a dark man in the middle of the clearing calling. Calling out to him,”…come to me, Raseri…”
Raseri. That is my name. Who is the man in the clearing? He seemed to exude power, even though he held himself stooped like a wizened old man.
Raseri could not recall how he came to be in this city where he now walked. No names came to mind, no familiar sights registered in his head. He must find out where he was.
“Can you tell me the name of this city, lad?” he asked young boy passing by.
“Why, sir, this is Radasanth,” chimed the boy, before turning and heading for his parents. ”the capital of Corone.”
Race: Human
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 167
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Light Brown
Personality:
Quiet and contemplative, Raseri does very little talking to anyone. However, he absorbs anything and everything he can from his surroundings.
Equipment:
Raseri wields only a spear with on sharp steel head and a thick oaken body.
Appearance:
Raseri wears a light leather jerkin over his lean, slightly muscled body and loose cloth pants, cut off just below the knees, over his powerful legs. A leather belt around the waist holds the pants in place. A necklace with one animal fang is hung around his neck. Raseri always holds a stern face and keeps his hair short and out of the way.
Abilities:
Windlash:
In a flurry of metal and hickory, Raseri twirls his spear around very quickly causing a gust of wind to flow in the direction of his choosing.
Rage:
With each hit landed on an opponent in succession, Raseri builds up a rage. This rage allows him to attack faster and move quicker, although it clouds his judgment a little.
History:
The dreams. The dreams haunt his every night. Although quick and blurry, there are a few things he can make out. A snowy glade in the trees, a dark man in the middle of the clearing calling. Calling out to him,”…come to me, Raseri…”
Raseri. That is my name. Who is the man in the clearing? He seemed to exude power, even though he held himself stooped like a wizened old man.
Raseri could not recall how he came to be in this city where he now walked. No names came to mind, no familiar sights registered in his head. He must find out where he was.
“Can you tell me the name of this city, lad?” he asked young boy passing by.
“Why, sir, this is Radasanth,” chimed the boy, before turning and heading for his parents. ”the capital of Corone.”