Putting my character info here:
Appearance:
Xharin has medium-length chestnut colored hair (fairly unkempt by Elven standards) and green eyes. He usually sports a long, cloaked hood.
Background:
My parents were both high-ranking officers in King Jaraad's army, my mother for her magical prowess and my father for his weapon mastery. They had great plans for me to follow in their footsteps. Not to retake the kingdom, mind you. Really, who would ever question the leadership of our most glorious King? What's the name of our latest one? Anyway, the point is that they both hoped for me to join the King's service and rise in the ranks. They trained me for this purpose from an early age. While I have the mind for strategy, weapons training never interested me. Instead, I have spent most of my life studying both the art of war and the ways and means of winning a battle before it has even begun. These mental exercises are just theoretical, of course. I've never used them in battle; I'd need an army first. Do you know anyone who would be interested?
I wouldn't call myself a criminal. That's obscene. Someone of my intellect surely shouldn't be placed in the same category as a petty thief, or a brutal murderer? No, my ways are much more subtle than that. While studying the arcane arts, I've learned is there is so much free- flowing information in the mind just waiting to be tapped, harvested if you will. I can sniff it out like a particularly pungent aroma. Use it against my enemies. I have none, of course. Well, maybe just the one. The one who caught me and placed me in this wretched cell.
Last edited August 31, 2016 4:42 pm