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+ | ==The Tragedy Of Aasir== |
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| + | | Still Learning |
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| − | | Out Of The 'Hormonal Teenager' Stage |
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| + | | Unchained Destruction |
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| − | | Magic Archer |
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| + | Aasir is a man who has always been on the run. Once from the chains of slavery and then from the trials of his monk education. Now from himself. He ran so far until the cutthroat deserts of Veyshan became a distant but cruel memory. He has since reached the marble city of Alexandria as a conflicted man. He tries to uphold the teachings he has learned from the wise men at that forgotten temple, but the deep scars of enslavement are still there. So he remains a somber monk. Unchained from the steel collar, but chained by his own lack of forgiveness. |
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| − | Wilros was born in a fairly common hamlet somewhere off in the realm of insignificance. His mother was a fierce ex-adventurer hunter whose skill with a bow made Wil the man he is today. She would raise the curious lad with her husband, a farmer. They lived a simple life with simple problems. Wilros found the whole affair repulsively dull. |
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| + | ==Monk's Physique== |
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| − | Later in his life, there was that one really big moment that changed things forever. He met a strange old man who would teach him magic. Wil was rather good at it. The old guy died. Wilros left his home for search of gold, glory, and a good time. |
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| + | Aasir. A chiseled statue of marble and stone turned to blood and flesh, he carries with him the burden of past enslavement and the scars of submission. |
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| + | He is quite tall settling at around five feet, ten inches. His frame is nicely toned, rippling with lean muscles, capable of great feats of power and strength without giving up an ounce of mobility. This is the build of brawny warrior who has not sacrificed any finesse. Despite his rather remarkable figure, his most impressive feature is his eyes, one being a cloudy blue, innocent and thoughtful, while the other is an equally cloudy hazel, uncertain and afraid. Beyond both of them is an unparalleled wisdom. |
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| − | He has absolutely no idea what he's doing in this city. |
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| + | His skin is an olive tone, harshly tanned under the sun of the greatest desert in the world. His long dusky brown hair is often tied back in a ponytail with a few curly strands draping a fairly handsome face. Piercing eyes, high cheekbones, boyishly full lips, a hawkish nose, and a narrow jaw all grace his youthful face. He could be considered a stereotypical 'pretty boy' if not for the several fading scars that mar his otherwise attractive features. There's an especially nasty one running straight through his blue eye. |
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| − | ==Wil's Hot Bod== |
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| − | This young man moves with a simple grace, built more for quick maneuvers and strikes rather than brute force. The toned muscles on his arms and legs suggest there is strength hidden beneath his dexterity though and just a tiny bit of puppy fat in strategic locations. |
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| + | Whether in a tavern or on the battlefield, Aasir dresses in elaborate loose-fitting robes of red and black. Costly, like that of the famous cutthroat Veyshanti merchants, but rather plain in style. The outfit possesses a low V revealing a traumatized chest, and the garments are topped off by black trousers and similarly colored boots. |
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| − | Light blue eyes rest beneath brownish eyebrows. His eyes could easily remind someone of the sky or a lake during the spring while his hair is a pale golden blonde. It's somewhat long for a man (at least where he's from), his golden locks flow around his face, flyaway strands occasionally in the need of taming. The brightness of his blue eyes can become obscured by this blonde hair, but observe the world cheerfully nonetheless. There's a healthy tan to his skin, devoid of flaws, despite his Nordic appearances. |
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| + | The young man carries no weapons. His BODY is his weapon. |
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| − | He is never exactly wearing armor, at least not enough to create a significant difference in combat. Just light clothing and leather boots with the occasional green padding on his torso and legs and a leather belt holding everything together. He wears a shawl, a white one with a hood. His arms are covered in white sleeves, and his dexterous hands are covered with his fingerless gloves. There's almost always a composite bow strapped to his back along with a quiver and arrows. Probably a dagger somewhere too. |
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+ | ==Solemn Truths== |
| − | Wilros does, in fact, have some proficiency in the arcane arts, even if he does not present himself as if he had the knowledge. These are the spells he ''generally'' has prepared before engaging combat. He's spellbook is pitiful but it's his own, and he's satisfied with it. For now... |
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| + | * '''Monk Of Navos''' - Aasir is a monk of Navos though their teachings aren't well known to him. |
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| − | ! scope="col"|Level 0 Spells |
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| − | *Prestidigitation |
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| − | *Mage Hands |
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| − | *Detect Magic |
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| − | *Obscuring Mist |
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| − | ==Fun Facts== |
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| − | * '''Racially Colorblind''' - Wil has very little knowledge when it comes to the social classes mortals care so deeply about. He does not 'see color', his curiosity allowing him to understand that people are not so easily defined by their species and culture. There is almost always a more interesting tale. For good or for bad, he will never treat any elf, dragonkin, dwarf, or halfling worse or better than he would treat a Human. He will stare though. |
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| − | * '''Gullible Newcomer''' - Wil has never been to a city before. There's a bit of a shock aspect from being thrust into the grand city of Alexandros. Everything is new, intriguing or horrifying. An innocent youth, he will believe pretty much anything told to him. The melting pot of cultures never cease to amaze him. |
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| − | * '''Magic Bowman''' - While Wilros is a wizard, he is an archer at heart. He will dash into a battlefield glowing with arcane energy and firing arrows. Target practice, perhaps? |
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| − | * '''Arcane Apprentice''' - One might expect a young wizard such as Wil to attempt to find some sort of mystic mentor. It would seem, however, the boy apparently does not want such a figure of authority. He will have no one, but Odlius. |
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| − | ''Maybe when he has any of the good stuff.'' |
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| + | * '''Veyshanti''' - Aasir is from the grand deserts of Veyshan. |
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| + | * '''Slavery''' Aasir used to be a slave. |
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| + | * '''Fisticuffs''' Aasir is a monk!!! |
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Revision as of 05:13, 17 July 2016
"No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky."
The Tragedy Of Aasir
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| Race: | Human | |
| Age: | Still Learning | |
| Class: | Unchained Destruction | |
| Level: | Two! | |
Aasir is a man who has always been on the run. Once from the chains of slavery and then from the trials of his monk education. Now from himself. He ran so far until the cutthroat deserts of Veyshan became a distant but cruel memory. He has since reached the marble city of Alexandria as a conflicted man. He tries to uphold the teachings he has learned from the wise men at that forgotten temple, but the deep scars of enslavement are still there. So he remains a somber monk. Unchained from the steel collar, but chained by his own lack of forgiveness.
Monk's Physique
Aasir. A chiseled statue of marble and stone turned to blood and flesh, he carries with him the burden of past enslavement and the scars of submission.
He is quite tall settling at around five feet, ten inches. His frame is nicely toned, rippling with lean muscles, capable of great feats of power and strength without giving up an ounce of mobility. This is the build of brawny warrior who has not sacrificed any finesse. Despite his rather remarkable figure, his most impressive feature is his eyes, one being a cloudy blue, innocent and thoughtful, while the other is an equally cloudy hazel, uncertain and afraid. Beyond both of them is an unparalleled wisdom.
His skin is an olive tone, harshly tanned under the sun of the greatest desert in the world. His long dusky brown hair is often tied back in a ponytail with a few curly strands draping a fairly handsome face. Piercing eyes, high cheekbones, boyishly full lips, a hawkish nose, and a narrow jaw all grace his youthful face. He could be considered a stereotypical 'pretty boy' if not for the several fading scars that mar his otherwise attractive features. There's an especially nasty one running straight through his blue eye.
Whether in a tavern or on the battlefield, Aasir dresses in elaborate loose-fitting robes of red and black. Costly, like that of the famous cutthroat Veyshanti merchants, but rather plain in style. The outfit possesses a low V revealing a traumatized chest, and the garments are topped off by black trousers and similarly colored boots.
The young man carries no weapons. His BODY is his weapon.
Solemn Truths
- Monk Of Navos - Aasir is a monk of Navos though their teachings aren't well known to him.
- Veyshanti - Aasir is from the grand deserts of Veyshan.
- Slavery Aasir used to be a slave.
- Fisticuffs Aasir is a monk!!!