Basic Information
Name: Zarael Olist'jivvin
Aliases: N/A
Gender: Male
Race: Cambion (drow/incubus half breed [in-game tiefling])
Age: 125
Profession: Mercenary, whatever Mother wants
Languages: Common, undercommon, abyssal
Accent: N/A
Physical Information
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 210
Body build: Large, muscular build
Skin type: Smooth obsidian skin, hard to the touch
Hair style: Shoulder length, unkempt
Scars: None
Tattoos: None
Colouring:
- [b]Hair:[/b] Grayish white [b]Eyes:[/b] Red and yellow slitted [b]Skin:[/b] Black [/li]
Alignment: Again with the personal questions
Philosophy: Have as much fun as one can before you're consigned to the hells.
Deity/Beliefs: Lolth
Additional Information
Gear: Lightly armored, and carrying a large falchion
Jewelry: Silver hoops in his pointed ears
Habbits/hobbies: Drinking, fornicating, killing things
General Health: Healty
Favorite Drink: A dark wine favored by drow
Weaknesses: Where would be the fun in telling you that?
Appearance
When covering his head, Zarael looks, for all the world, like a tall, well-built drow. If not for his red and yellow, slitted eyes. His black skin and white hair make the mortal half of his makeup readily apparent, though his fiendish half isn't so easily discerned. He has (contrary to the in game look) large horns swept back from his brow, sharply pointed teeth, an overly long purple tongue, and long black talons on his fingers. His face carries the features of his mother's people, fine and graceful, but when he smiles or flexes his claws his father's influence shows. He has two silver rings in each ear, but wears no other jewelry.
Personality
Zarael can be charming, conniving, cruel, mischevious, and down-right evil when he wants to be. He can equally be kind, protective, and generous. He has his father's appetite, and appreciates women who are intelligent, confident, and worldly. He enjoys innocent women, turning their desires and fantasies to him, and the only time he is more pleased is when they come back for seconds.
He is calm, knowing that losing one's temper is an easy way to wind up dead. He isn't studious, but he is observant and calculating. What he lacks in knowledge he makes up for in common sense and patience. He believes himself, rightly so, to be a gift to his mother from Lolth after he was whisked away and raised in the Demoweb Pits. He was taken there when he was very young, so that he might be raised fully, in a place where time meant little, and returned to his mother at a more useful age.