The Voices Tell Me

[*Minotaurs88]

Name: Dradiz
Aliases: "Crushing Hand"
Gender: Male
Race: Gnome
Age: 47
Profession: Brawler/Shadowmelder
Languages: Common, Gnome, Draconic and some Animal.


Physical Information
Height: 4'0"
Weight: 76 lbs
Body build: Average for a gnome
Skin type: Rugged and rough
Hair style: Messy, no real hair shape its just there


Colouring:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Gold
Skin: Bronze

Mental Information
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Philosophy: We can kill them or imprison them, as long as justice is served that is most important.
Deity/Beliefs: No true, belief in a deity. As he sees them as only powerful beings, yet if it can die, why worship them. Oh, and always do what the voices tell me too.

Personality: Not a very, talkative guy. You see him hanging around taverns mostly or with a mug in his hand. If you had to explain his personalty it would be, that of a silent guard or watcher.






Habbits/hobbies: Can, be seen nodding to himself every now and then. He also, likes to play with his pet Lim'Lim.

General Health: Seems very healthy, for a man who drinks and lives where he does.

Favorite Drink: Dragon's Breath Ale.

Weaknesses: One, weakness is the "Voices" if they tell him to do something he does it, most of the time without second guessing it. One, other weakness is animals his whole personalty changes if a animal is brought into the situation.

[*Minotaurs88]

Dradiz is a Sigil, native he grew up around here, mainly in Ratpicker's Square. It was there that he saw, and met all the crazies of the town. So, spending the first, twenty years of his life, he grew up as a collector/thief. He would go around, picking pockets and finding what ever he could sell, just to get by. It was in doing such, that he had to learn to be one with the shadows, to escape harm or to spy on others. It wasn't until, about year thirty four, in his life when he was caught by a Hardhead for stealing some jink from a traveling cutter. At first he couldn't understand why he would get into so much trouble, just for doing what he knew what to do to survive. Yet, after being found guilty and having a Mercykiller, deliver nine lashes to his back in public. It was then when, he realized that every part of the Sigil needed law not just the more public areas.
He had watched people around him do what he did, everyday and if it was wrong, then he wanted to punish criminals for doing wrongs. So, he watched the Mercykillers do their work, he longed to join them when the time is right, and some day he might get that chance. Yet, he goes off of his own, belief and betters himself as a fighter, to perhaps one day prove himself to the Mercykillers and achieve a superior goal in his life.

((Just for whenever it gets out of Alpha, this is his story. Cause I do plan on being a frequent player here.))