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Dalaric Velar |
Appearance Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 23 Birthday: 13th of summer 490 Birthplace: Zeltiva 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 then not held it in. Dark brown nearly black when wet as they now were. 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 rusty long thin blade. The blade, a rapier has seen far more years then he. His skill with this blade, let’s just say he is more likely to hurt himself with it then you Character Concept 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 see 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 caking 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 red 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. Character History Grew up in a loving family in the port city of Zeltiva. 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 13 this story will be told soon. 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 sailors to be told via flashbacks. Dalaric is currently on the outskirts of the city Sunberth he has just landed here jumping from a passing ship as it passed near the shore. Swimming to the shore he pulls himself out and walks in the direction of Sunberth. Language Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: Kontinese Poor Language: Shiber Skills
Lores Lore of "tossing the bones" rolling dice Lore of Akvatar trade route Possessions 1 Set of Clothing - Shirt beige ruffled style (ramie) - Breeches leather of a medium brown - Scarf Forest green - 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 trim - Belt brown leather belt with small silver buckle Rucksack containing - Waterskin) -Comb (Metal) -Brush (Metal) -Soap -Razor -1 eating knife -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -Flint & Steel Weapons and Tools - Worn Steel Rapier (very old) - Dagger steel x2 - Thieves tools Heirloom: Set of bone dice gift from Aged Sailor on ship. Story in progress via flashback Housing Location: Currently homeless, will rent a room at a local inn. Ledger
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