Palas
04-14-06, 09:06 PM
Name: Palas
Age: Roughly 300, though unknown to Palas. He appears to be in his early thirties.
Race: Human, though of a blessed group gifted with a few extra abilities
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180
Occupation: Nomadic ranger and occasional mercenary. Most of his life is lived alone, living off the forest.
Personality: Normally he's very quiet and reserved. After a very rough childhood and an even rougher young adulthood, Palas retreated to a life alone in the forest. As such, he has little patience for aristocracy and nobility. This has also left him with little in the ways of social convention, and often, his tact leaves something to be desired.
More importantly, Palas is a man constantly fighting a battle within his own mind. Though very well spoken and exceptionally bright, his life has left a large, nasty scar deep inside his mind, and the ranger is constantly plagued by nightmares and flashbacks, as well as that endless, haunting feelting of guilt that has come close to driving him to madness several times. Those that really get to know Palas come to know him as the opposite of the calm, stoic man he first appears to be, for in reality he is a tortured man with a constant battle raging in his mind
Appearance: Appearing as a man in his early thirties, the rugged ranger walks lightly with hard-earned grace in every footfall. Though long, messy dark brown hair frames a rather handsome face, it's also a face that is well-worn from a hard life. His body is very lean and tightly muscled, with several scars along his arms and torso. His most distinguishing physical feature would have to be the blanket of scars that stretch across nearly every square inch of his back, raw, half-healed marks from whips, chains, hooks, and all other manner of torturous devices.
History: Generations before he was born, Palas's village rallied together to fight an injustice, and in doing so, managed to do a favor for a Goddess. In return, the Goddess blessed them with innate magical ability and a greatly extended lifespan. Centuries passed, and the village lived in peaceful isolation away from the world.
When Palas was a young boy, only 10 or 12, a large group of riders cloaked in black descended upon the village, killing every resident and burning down every building. After narrowly escaping, Palas spend his childhood wandering from village to village, stealing his food and living on the streets. One day he was picked up by a strange man and sent far away to what he was told was merely a school for the gifted.
The following years are cloudy, particularly to Palas, but he was well educated in all areas, especially in those of stealth and swordplay. Tortured and brainwashed should he even think to question his orders, he spent years as the mysterious organization's angel of death, an assassin of almost legendary merit, famous for his ability in the shadows of the forest. He is rumored to be no match among the trees, killing dozens of guards should that be what it took to reach his target.
Eventually he escaped the group's service, though how he did, nobody knows, and he has spent most of his long life since then hiding from civilization, always fearful of the day where they would find him once more.
Skills:
-Extended life. Ages only 1 year in about ten.
-Innate magical resistance and sensitivity. As long as he is concentrating and not distracted, he can resist most moderately powerful magical attacks made directly against him. He is also affected in areas of great magical enchantments (headaches, nausea, etc). This ability also makes him nearly impossible to heal by magical means, one reason why his scars are so nasty.
-Excellent tracker in the wilderness. He has spent centuries in the forest, what every cracking twig and every gust of wind means.
-Excellent stealth abilities, especially in the forest. Most of his enemies know him as little more than a ghost, should they even sense his coming at all. However, so much skill in the forest leaves him uncomfortable and distracted in the city.
-Nearly unmatched skill with a sword. He is fond of a single shortsword, a gift from an elven king long ago, which he keeps strapped to his back. He fights very unconventionally, with an almost super-human speed and grace. Most of his enemies are dead before they even realize they are being attacked.
Equipment:
-Ashanthe, the short sword he keeps strapped to his back. Ornate and visually impressive, the elven blade has a special ability against the undead, making him the bane of zombies and their kin.
-A small pack, also strapped to his back, holding a change of clothing, a few rags, some minor healing impliments, dry food rations (jerky and the like), and a blanket. Below the pack he keeps his small tent.
-A waterskin hanging from his belt.
-A simple knife hanging from a sheath on his belt.
-Several pouches, one with a length of rope, another with several strands of string, and two more with other various small, trivial items, such as hooks, tinder and flint.
-A heavy cloak that he is always wearing, covering both his pack and his sword.
-Heavy, well-worn boots on his feet.
-Simple, light leather armor, if you could call it that. He wears little more than leather britches and a simple leather tunic, all in dark greens and browns so he may easily blend in with the forest.
Familiars: None, though he has a fondness for all animals except horses, which he has a fear of.
Age: Roughly 300, though unknown to Palas. He appears to be in his early thirties.
Race: Human, though of a blessed group gifted with a few extra abilities
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180
Occupation: Nomadic ranger and occasional mercenary. Most of his life is lived alone, living off the forest.
Personality: Normally he's very quiet and reserved. After a very rough childhood and an even rougher young adulthood, Palas retreated to a life alone in the forest. As such, he has little patience for aristocracy and nobility. This has also left him with little in the ways of social convention, and often, his tact leaves something to be desired.
More importantly, Palas is a man constantly fighting a battle within his own mind. Though very well spoken and exceptionally bright, his life has left a large, nasty scar deep inside his mind, and the ranger is constantly plagued by nightmares and flashbacks, as well as that endless, haunting feelting of guilt that has come close to driving him to madness several times. Those that really get to know Palas come to know him as the opposite of the calm, stoic man he first appears to be, for in reality he is a tortured man with a constant battle raging in his mind
Appearance: Appearing as a man in his early thirties, the rugged ranger walks lightly with hard-earned grace in every footfall. Though long, messy dark brown hair frames a rather handsome face, it's also a face that is well-worn from a hard life. His body is very lean and tightly muscled, with several scars along his arms and torso. His most distinguishing physical feature would have to be the blanket of scars that stretch across nearly every square inch of his back, raw, half-healed marks from whips, chains, hooks, and all other manner of torturous devices.
History: Generations before he was born, Palas's village rallied together to fight an injustice, and in doing so, managed to do a favor for a Goddess. In return, the Goddess blessed them with innate magical ability and a greatly extended lifespan. Centuries passed, and the village lived in peaceful isolation away from the world.
When Palas was a young boy, only 10 or 12, a large group of riders cloaked in black descended upon the village, killing every resident and burning down every building. After narrowly escaping, Palas spend his childhood wandering from village to village, stealing his food and living on the streets. One day he was picked up by a strange man and sent far away to what he was told was merely a school for the gifted.
The following years are cloudy, particularly to Palas, but he was well educated in all areas, especially in those of stealth and swordplay. Tortured and brainwashed should he even think to question his orders, he spent years as the mysterious organization's angel of death, an assassin of almost legendary merit, famous for his ability in the shadows of the forest. He is rumored to be no match among the trees, killing dozens of guards should that be what it took to reach his target.
Eventually he escaped the group's service, though how he did, nobody knows, and he has spent most of his long life since then hiding from civilization, always fearful of the day where they would find him once more.
Skills:
-Extended life. Ages only 1 year in about ten.
-Innate magical resistance and sensitivity. As long as he is concentrating and not distracted, he can resist most moderately powerful magical attacks made directly against him. He is also affected in areas of great magical enchantments (headaches, nausea, etc). This ability also makes him nearly impossible to heal by magical means, one reason why his scars are so nasty.
-Excellent tracker in the wilderness. He has spent centuries in the forest, what every cracking twig and every gust of wind means.
-Excellent stealth abilities, especially in the forest. Most of his enemies know him as little more than a ghost, should they even sense his coming at all. However, so much skill in the forest leaves him uncomfortable and distracted in the city.
-Nearly unmatched skill with a sword. He is fond of a single shortsword, a gift from an elven king long ago, which he keeps strapped to his back. He fights very unconventionally, with an almost super-human speed and grace. Most of his enemies are dead before they even realize they are being attacked.
Equipment:
-Ashanthe, the short sword he keeps strapped to his back. Ornate and visually impressive, the elven blade has a special ability against the undead, making him the bane of zombies and their kin.
-A small pack, also strapped to his back, holding a change of clothing, a few rags, some minor healing impliments, dry food rations (jerky and the like), and a blanket. Below the pack he keeps his small tent.
-A waterskin hanging from his belt.
-A simple knife hanging from a sheath on his belt.
-Several pouches, one with a length of rope, another with several strands of string, and two more with other various small, trivial items, such as hooks, tinder and flint.
-A heavy cloak that he is always wearing, covering both his pack and his sword.
-Heavy, well-worn boots on his feet.
-Simple, light leather armor, if you could call it that. He wears little more than leather britches and a simple leather tunic, all in dark greens and browns so he may easily blend in with the forest.
Familiars: None, though he has a fondness for all animals except horses, which he has a fear of.