Name: ??
Aliases: Aihal, Cyndre.
Gender: Male.
Race: Drow Elf.
Age: Middle of third century.
Profession: As of now, errand-boy, small-time planar explorer.
Languages: Human trade tongue, Elven(Drow), Undercommon... as far as he remembers now.
Physical Information
Height: Small.
Weight: Slender.
Body build: Some brawn, less toned than would be usual for one involved in the daily struggle for survival of his Underdark kin, still very far from being fat by human or even surface elven standards.
Skin type: Smooth. One may suspect he isn't above grooming and taking care of himself in ways many would usually associate with females, though (usually) nothing so blatant as makeup or perfume.
Hair style: Shoulder-blade length, most of it neatly brushed backward except for a small ponytail, or sometime braided for ease of wearing with some headgear.
Scars: None usually visible when clad. An old burn scar running two circles around his upper left arm, somewhat but not totally covered. [See Jewelry]
Colouring:
- [b]Hair:[/b] Ashen-white. [b]Eyes:[/b] Amber. [b]Skin:[/b] Very dark greyish-brown. [/li]
Alignment: ??
Philosophy: I mind my business. Mind your own.
Deity/Beliefs: Unknown at the moment, though he's been heard to be more than a bit abrasive about the deity Cyric, and displays no qualms about squishing spiders when attacked by them.
Personality:
- [u]Chatty[/u] [i]Talkative enough with those he's come to know and appreciate a bit, or with anyone who cares to break the ice and trade some enjoyable banter.[/i] [u]Carefree[/u] [i]Lives day-to-day with no grand plans beyond making a (comfortable) living, pursuing his subjects of interest and enjoying the company of friends, current and to come. While he may be cautious toward openly hostile surface elves, other Drow less than thrilled with his lack of comformity with mainstream racial mores, or generally unpleasant individuals, he usually can't be bothered to worry about them once they're out of sight.[/i] [u]Mild racial superiority complex[/u] [i]While he doesn't rub it on others' faces he's obviously content with the Drow physical shape and natural gifts, wouldn't trade it for nearly anything that wasn't vastly fascinating and powerful, and favors drow or half-drow far above any others as potential bedmates.[/i] [u]Magpie[/u] [i]Collects gem, as much because he has uses for them as because, well, he likes them. Enjoys compliments and gifts as dues even if he usually isn't totally oblivious to possible ulterior motives of the ones making them.[/i] [/li]
Gear: Often seen with a suit of light mail and bladed weapons of varied length and descriptions.
Jewelry: Some rings. Silver, platinium, amber and amethyst seem to be his favorite. A gold snake-like bracelet in a design somewhat different from what he seems to favor encircles an old scar on his upper left arm (usually covered). It seems to follow exactly the track of an old burn scar. If it was intended to hide it, succes is partial at best. Maybe it caused it ?
Habbits/hobbies: Often seen reading whatever books he's laid a hand on though he doesn't seem to keep them. Seems to dabble in some alchemy and enchantment-weaving.
General Health: An adult in his prime, seems to enjoy perfect physical health.
Favorite Drink: Deepwine.
Weaknesses: Curiosity. A tendency to immediate actions that further reflexion may have labelled not too bright or careful. Amnesia regarding the specifics of nearly all but his first decades of life.