Name: Srilorin (Full name: Srilorin'ath'Jalin Zlaorateel)
Race: Elf
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Kensai
Stats:
Strength: 18/00
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 13
Wisdom: 12
Charisma: 14
Weapon Proficiencies: 4 stars in the Two-Handed Sword.
Level at meeting: 10.
Personal Items: Yes.
-Charm Person X3 per day.
-Lay on Hands or Heal spell X1 per day. (?)
-True Sight X3 per day.
Natural Resistances
-Spell Resistance +11 at level one. (gains +3 every two levels)
-Permanent protection from evil.
-Natural Resistance to Poison(?)
Romanceable: By females of all classes, all races, and all alignments.
Biography:
When asked about his past, SRILORIN merely chuckles amusedly and runs his fingers through his crimson hair. His past is mysterious, even to his comrades and when asked more specifically about the matter, he simply states that he was born in the elven city of Myth Drannor within the elven empire Comanthyr. Tall and thickly muscled, Srilorin would be undoubtedly considered handsome by many and though despite his somewhat vain attitude and confidence, he has a certain rebelliousness that outlines his otherwise good heart. And his eyes burn with quiet inquisition for his surroundings, hinting at the secrets and knowledge hidden just below their depths.
History:
Srilorin is what you would call a Celadrin or a celestial elf, or the counterpart to a fey'ri. Srilorin was born due to the union of an Firre Eladrin father from the plane of Arborea and a gold elven mother from a small gold elven village called Aluianti during the Midsummer Festival, a event held in honor of Hanali Celanil: the elven goddess of love and beauty. Even though they were in love, his father eventually had to return to Arborea. His mother departed from Aluianti and took up residence in Myth Drannor shortly before giving birth to Srilorin.
He was a child when he lost his mother due to a Red Wizard invasion and was taken away by the Red Wizards to become enslaved. After years of servitude, Srilorin was sold to the Cowled Wizards within Athkatla and was sent to enlist in the Academy of Arms in Amn to hone his skills as a fighter to become the main protecter of some of the most powerful and influential of the Cowled Wizards. As a result he is generally distrustful of Cowled Wizards as well as red Wizards of Thay, but he honestly tries not to cling to the standard prejudice and makes an honest effort to remember that everyone is different and that there are exceptions to every person.
Physical Description:
Srilorin is tall and thickly muscled with flaming red hair, deep golden eyes, and bronze skin. He is often clad in black or gray and wears a scowling or amused expression.
Personality:
Years of fighting and servitude as a slave have made Srilorin strong-willed, independent, and extremely sardonic. He has depended upon his own resources for his entire adolescence giving him a sense of pride and confidence, though not to the point of being egotistical. He is passionate and flirty in certain situations, but I promise I won't create another Coran. Underneath all of his attributes and rebelliousness however, he has a generally good heart and pure motivations, simply because he doesn't have a reason not to be.
If more details are needed let me know.
Oh and here are a couple of banters for your enjoyment.
Srilorin: Imoen? You have been eyeing me analytically for the past ten minutes. May I help you with something?
Imoen: (She grins broadly.) As a matter of fact, yes you can. If you don?t mind me saying though, you remind me a lot of Sune. Or at least you bear a very strong resemblance to her.
Srilorin: I?m a beautiful, long haired, lust driven female?
Imoen: I think I can safely assume that you and I just got the first seven words correct Srilorin.
Srilorin: (He chuckles amusedly.) Then I thank you my dear girl. If I can indeed assume that that was a compliment.
Imoen: (She grins again at him.) Anytime Srilorin. Anytime.
Srilorin: Ahhhh! Minsc!!
Minsc: What? Where is the sneaky villain that hides from Minsc and Boo?! Righteous butt-kicking shall be delivered from Minsc?s boots!! Go for the eyes Boo! GO FOR THE EYE--
Srilorin: Your *rat* has been shedding his foul hair about my pack and belongings *again*! Tell him to keep his probing whiskers out of my things, or I may have to settle for a new pair of rodent gloves.
Minsc: Well Boo? You heard the elf, no more sneaking around for you mister! Yes I know he is a bit feminine, but at least he is good with his sword.
Srilorin: You do realize that my hearing is rather extensive yes?
Minsc: What was that good Srilorin?
Srilorin: Nothing. Now let us move on while my senses remain intact.
Edited by Yuwakusha, 18 February 2009 - 06:07 PM.