Annerito Uwak

[Annerito Uwak]

Physical Information Weight: 176ibs Height: 6’ Race: Human Birthday & Age: Winter 485. 25. Gender: Male Physical Description: By all accounts Annerito is a man of average build and average height, though the bulkiness of the robe he usually wears may make it seem otherwise. He once had a face that could have been called handsome with smooth and pale skin that looked almost like it was made of porcelain. Now his face is charred and twisted,mimicking his twisted mental state almost perfectly. Character Concept Personality – Annerito is a dark and very unstable man who is prone to short burst of fury followed by long lengths of, if not uneasy, calm. On the rare occasions when there is something he wants to achieve or desires,the methods he uses to gain whatever he wants or needs can be described as extremely disturbing and often involve copious amounts of violence and deceit. Ethics – While willing to resort to violence and trickery to get what he wants, he abhors stealing. This may seem like he has some misguided sense of honor but in reality he simply doesn't like stealing because it involves being stealthy and that is simply something he isn't good at. Character History Pre-Creation – Fire! Glorious fire! It had taken what had felt like a decade to master the simple art of simply creating the substance with his res. It danced in the pale lighting of the small room. The flames enthralled Annerito, he poured more and more res into the fire, fueling it, making it brighter and hotter with each and every passing second. He was only a teenager at the time that had only been able o perform such magic as of two weeks ago. His master had told him to practice only when he was directly observing him, but he thought it couldn’t hurt. Only minutes ago he was capable of making mere and minor sparks. But now he had given birth to flame. To life consuming fire! Something urged him to continue, But things quickly got out of hand. The flames started jump and sputter. The heat intensified. Sweat began to dot his brow. Every logical inducing part of his mind screamed at him to stop, but something had overridden logic. Something egged him, whispering sweet nothings of power and grandeur into his ear.The flames had lept and danced all around the room, burning all they touched. A primal fear of fire had finally set in. But it was far to late now. Flames had lapped him up in a fiery cacoon, his face bearing the brunt of the damage. Searing pain had enveloped him. Then…blackness. Dreary and blurry images came and went. An old man, his master in all likely hood, quelling the flames. His face was one of knotted fury. Then darkness had fallen again. He awoke a week later. His master refused to speak to him for sometime. Just as well…he no longer felt the need for company. His descent had begun. His mind, while intact to some degree, had hairline fractures. These fractures would only grow as time wore on. Training & Skill Points Glyphing: 15RB Reimancy: 34 Meditation: 10 Intimidation: 5 Observation 1 Persuasion 2 Wilderness Survival 1 Arcana: Fire and earth reimancy. Languages Common(Fluent) Nadar-Canoch(Basic phrases) Gnosis marks Returning: First Mark. Lores Starting Package Lore of the consequences of fire reimancy Lore of psychological effects a creepy mask has on people. Earned Lores Lore of answering a call for help Lore of following one's instinct Lore of attempted pedophilia Lore of battling ice with fire (Reimancy) Lore of sweet whispers Lore of killing a ghost Lore of Roziella Lore of Randjaki/Chained One Lore of Returning Lore of Uldr Equipment Possessions (Required) 1 Set of Clothing: A simple cloth robe that is torn and worn in many places. The hood is oversized to some degree covering a large portion his forehead, casting light shadows over the rest of his face. He is almost always wearing the mask his master had given him after the incident. The mask itself looks as if it had been warped by fire. Dark grays and even darker whites compromise most of the coloration on the mask. Tasles also hang form the hood of his robe, making the slightest of jingling sounds. 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack, which contains: His money and whatever he supplies he has. 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week: 1 eating knife Flint & Steel A 20x20 room in Ravok that currently serves as his home. It is very spartan and only contains the necessities of a bed, a small chest, along with a desk and chair. Ledger:100GM Thread list [Silver Sliver Tavern] Self Service (Open) Weird