Basic Information
Name: Shardek Sigerisk
Aliases: Shard
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Unknown
Profession: Servant
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Elven
Accent: It often times might come off as "High class"
Physical Information
Height: Slightly above Average
Weight: 180 lbs
Body build: Shardek is skinny, but still seems to be muscled.
Skin type: Slightly tanned complexion with smooth well manicured hands and feet, as well as soft skin.
Hair style: Though his hair is long, he ties it back in a ponytail so that it is not interfering with his day to day tasks.... he seems to be trying to grow a full beard, but in the way he wants it, as it is trimmed differently by the day.
Scars: None that can be seen
Tattoos: None that can be identified
Colouring:
Hair: Slick Black
Eyes: Deep blue eyes, that do no seem to strike out as they normally would on a greater man
Skin: Caucasian
Mental Information
Alignment: Unknown
Philosophy: Seems to have but one purpose, and that is to serve
Deity/Beliefs: Unknown
Personality:
Withdrawn At times the man seems withdrawn, as though other things occupy his mind.
Stubborn Occasionally the man has bursts of this.... going to great lengths to avoid doing a task assigned to him.
Perfectionist Though if a specific task is assigned to him, he will make sure that it is done, and done as well as it can be.
At times he exhibits a strange sort of kindness... though he often grimaces or glares at others, he is not a man who will leave someone in the street to die. He will even try to go out of his way to see that others are unharmed or properly treated if possible.
Additional Information
Gear: Alternates between heavy thick robes, and what is more described as "a butlers uniform"
Jewelry: His rings signify that he serves someone wealthy... but does not have the status they do.... mostly mundane trinkets that are cheap to make, but still are pleasing on the eye.
Habits/hobbies: He has an annoying tendency to make sure everything is perfect... other then this, he seems to have no true hobby or interest.
General Health: He is an exceptionally healthy man... and takes care to groom himself accordingly
Favorite Drink: Unknown, though he occasionally partakes in wine in his spare time
Weaknesses: Servitude
Shardek Sigerisk
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*MadCat
- Posts: 16
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
Hooded, Shardek slowly made his way into the run down in... a shabby place similar to many of the various inns and homes in this part of Sigil. He took his time getting to the innkeeper.... occasionally stopping and having a chat with the locals, if you could call them that. People from all over the planes came to Sigil, so it was not uncommon to run into different races, beings, or entities.
After a paticularly perplexing conversation with a rogue modron, he finally found himself in front of the enormous Orc who must have been overseeing the inn this night. He bought an inn key and pitcher of ale... and headed up, appearing to most to be no more then your average drunkard heading up for their last drink and to turn in.
Heading down the hall he counted off rooms slowly, "Three, four, six..." until he came to rest at room eight. He glanced around, pocketing the key that read 17 and set to work slowly unlocking the door, using little more then a few words and a flick of his fingers. He gently opened the door and closed it.... locking it in a similar fashion and then barring it.
"Well now... where are you..." He scanned the room slowly, it was little more then a bed with a small table to set your things while you slept... the perfect place for to sleep, among other things. The bed was what interested him though.... the sparse blankets were wrapped around something, the very something he had come here to deal with.
Pulling back his hood he made his way to the bundle, flipping it open.... it was the same as the other, a mans body... no discernible wounds save for several small markings on the mans foot.
"Well then, we have a shared interest now brother," he muttered as he set to work with the body. Rolling the body over onto the floor.... he set to work setting up... using the pitcher, pouring it over the mans body, and using several of the candles that had been left behind by the previous occupants.
Taking several steps back he looked down at the body, and recited the incantation... taken one more look at the body as it incinerated in itself.
"We shall see you soon, Brother"
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Shardek slipped into the room he had secured for them in Sigil, near to the Baazar and equipped with servants quarters, it had been a perfect find. He moved quietly, with the aid of several enchantments and specially padded boots. He laid the books he had purchased onto the shelf. Turning now to observe the bed.
She laid immobile, he could tell she had not moved from that position since she had returned to the room... the blankets lay strewn to one side, where she had thrown them open to collapse into the bed. He couldn't help but smile.
Making his way to the bed Shardek gently pulled the covering over her... taking care not to disturb her slumber, before turning to the door that led into his room... a small room that barely rated as a closet, with a palate to sleep on and a wash basin. It was locked from the outside, so that a master could raise their servants.... so as Shardek made his way in, he slide the bolt shut with a minor cantrip... before collapsing onto the palate, and himself falling asleep.
After a paticularly perplexing conversation with a rogue modron, he finally found himself in front of the enormous Orc who must have been overseeing the inn this night. He bought an inn key and pitcher of ale... and headed up, appearing to most to be no more then your average drunkard heading up for their last drink and to turn in.
Heading down the hall he counted off rooms slowly, "Three, four, six..." until he came to rest at room eight. He glanced around, pocketing the key that read 17 and set to work slowly unlocking the door, using little more then a few words and a flick of his fingers. He gently opened the door and closed it.... locking it in a similar fashion and then barring it.
"Well now... where are you..." He scanned the room slowly, it was little more then a bed with a small table to set your things while you slept... the perfect place for to sleep, among other things. The bed was what interested him though.... the sparse blankets were wrapped around something, the very something he had come here to deal with.
Pulling back his hood he made his way to the bundle, flipping it open.... it was the same as the other, a mans body... no discernible wounds save for several small markings on the mans foot.
"Well then, we have a shared interest now brother," he muttered as he set to work with the body. Rolling the body over onto the floor.... he set to work setting up... using the pitcher, pouring it over the mans body, and using several of the candles that had been left behind by the previous occupants.
Taking several steps back he looked down at the body, and recited the incantation... taken one more look at the body as it incinerated in itself.
"We shall see you soon, Brother"
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Shardek slipped into the room he had secured for them in Sigil, near to the Baazar and equipped with servants quarters, it had been a perfect find. He moved quietly, with the aid of several enchantments and specially padded boots. He laid the books he had purchased onto the shelf. Turning now to observe the bed.
She laid immobile, he could tell she had not moved from that position since she had returned to the room... the blankets lay strewn to one side, where she had thrown them open to collapse into the bed. He couldn't help but smile.
Making his way to the bed Shardek gently pulled the covering over her... taking care not to disturb her slumber, before turning to the door that led into his room... a small room that barely rated as a closet, with a palate to sleep on and a wash basin. It was locked from the outside, so that a master could raise their servants.... so as Shardek made his way in, he slide the bolt shut with a minor cantrip... before collapsing onto the palate, and himself falling asleep.