The Prophet of Zane
01-20-07, 05:23 PM
Name: Zane Keelan
Age: Late 20s, judging by appearance
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'3
Weight: 126
Occupation: None
Personality: Calm, quiet, Zane tends to only put forth as much energy as needed. As a person, he is paranoid and cynical.
Appearance: Tall, and wraithlike. Zane is a walking skeleton. His face is sunken, his eyes rimmed in darkness. His smiles are even more rare than the act of eating for him.
History: Zane may once have been a normal man who endured a tragedy that made him stop eating and waste away until he was almost dead. It seems likely, but he will never quite know. He woke up one day in a strange place. He was wearing a dark brown tunic, black breeches, and a small note that was pinned to his shirt. It was a map. Following it, he found a hollowed out tree that contained a small amount of money(200 gold), some dried meats, and two bone knives in a small woven bag. Pinned to the bag was another note.
Upon opening it, he found another map. Following it, he found a small home. It was empty and clean, with logs already stacked in the chimney. Over the course of three days spent there, he found more notes. They told him his name, and that he was human, he was in a place called Corone, and how to throw the knives. By the time he'd been there for three weeks, the walls were filled with knicks and knocks of where he'd been practicing with the knives. In a drawer in the kitchen he found sharpening tools to keep up his weapons, and after a month, a visitor wandered in.
Zane had not been expecting a visitor, and sadly he threw the knife that ended the life of the woman who might have been a friend. He rushed to her side, panic spreading in him, and as he tried to quell the gurgle of blood that welled up from her chest, he noticed a small note pinned to the front. Shaking hands unpinned it and he read the next clue in the blooming mystery of his identity.
"Your answers will be found on Istraloth." it said.
Taking the things he'd gathered in his bag, he set off to the Southern Corone port city of Geles to buy the passage that would get him to Istraloth. He managed to procure an advance ticket for half the money that had been given to him in the hollow tree.
Skills: None
Equipment: A bag containing a sharpening stone made especially for bone knives, a dwindling supply of dried meats and fruit.
Weapon: Two bone knives, carved for throwing.
Armor: None
Age: Late 20s, judging by appearance
Race: Human
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'3
Weight: 126
Occupation: None
Personality: Calm, quiet, Zane tends to only put forth as much energy as needed. As a person, he is paranoid and cynical.
Appearance: Tall, and wraithlike. Zane is a walking skeleton. His face is sunken, his eyes rimmed in darkness. His smiles are even more rare than the act of eating for him.
History: Zane may once have been a normal man who endured a tragedy that made him stop eating and waste away until he was almost dead. It seems likely, but he will never quite know. He woke up one day in a strange place. He was wearing a dark brown tunic, black breeches, and a small note that was pinned to his shirt. It was a map. Following it, he found a hollowed out tree that contained a small amount of money(200 gold), some dried meats, and two bone knives in a small woven bag. Pinned to the bag was another note.
Upon opening it, he found another map. Following it, he found a small home. It was empty and clean, with logs already stacked in the chimney. Over the course of three days spent there, he found more notes. They told him his name, and that he was human, he was in a place called Corone, and how to throw the knives. By the time he'd been there for three weeks, the walls were filled with knicks and knocks of where he'd been practicing with the knives. In a drawer in the kitchen he found sharpening tools to keep up his weapons, and after a month, a visitor wandered in.
Zane had not been expecting a visitor, and sadly he threw the knife that ended the life of the woman who might have been a friend. He rushed to her side, panic spreading in him, and as he tried to quell the gurgle of blood that welled up from her chest, he noticed a small note pinned to the front. Shaking hands unpinned it and he read the next clue in the blooming mystery of his identity.
"Your answers will be found on Istraloth." it said.
Taking the things he'd gathered in his bag, he set off to the Southern Corone port city of Geles to buy the passage that would get him to Istraloth. He managed to procure an advance ticket for half the money that had been given to him in the hollow tree.
Skills: None
Equipment: A bag containing a sharpening stone made especially for bone knives, a dwindling supply of dried meats and fruit.
Weapon: Two bone knives, carved for throwing.
Armor: None