Sigil: City of Doors

The knowledge written in an OOC intention.
Basic Information
Name: Andrew Korobor (Has not spoken of his last name so far)
Aliases: Andrew or Andy.
Gender: Male
Race: Human with very faint trace of Abyssal (the Abyssal's race cannot be specified at current)
Age: 28
Profession: Sage, Scholar, Spellslinger, Gentleman (when he wants to).
Languages: Common, Abyssal, Elven. Sigil Cant (in training)
Accent: Andy's accent changes as his mood sometimes, most often is it a rather refined form of british, from his native land, where one familiar with his homeland, might recognize he is probably of noble blood but makes nothing of it. Very casual.

Physical Information
Height: Around 185 centimeters. (Yes, those who fancy inches may convert)
Weight: 180 pounds (around 90 kilos, give or take)
Body build: Tall, tanned slightly muscular, lean.
Skin type: Tanned, usually soft skin.
Hair style: He keeps his dark red hair kept back in a small ponytail on the back of his head. Always neat, somehow magically kept so even under the hat.
Scars: Very faint ones here and there. Maybe a bad one too.
Tattoos: Hidden under lesser illussions mostly but may in rare occasions reveal the them.
Colouring:Black

[b]Hair:[/b]Dark red [b]Eyes:[/b] Silver (only the rish.) [b]Skin:[/b] Healthy tan. [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: A fair amount of containment pouches, likely bags of holding and such
Jewelry: An engraved gold ring on his thumb (In a mystical language that looks vaguely abyssal (provided you know such)
Habbits/hobbies: Enjoys a glass of wine. Reading. Talking (preferably on an intellectual level, but not required). Researching.
General Health: Good physical health, well nourished and attractive. Mental health: Very good.
Favorite Drink: Red wine.
Weaknesses: Difficult blending in at times. Cannot cope well with those he considers unintelligent or unworthy of his attention, though he does tolerate them, politely. He absolutely disgusts ale. Intellectual conversations, certain women.


I decided to also make something of this that would be more like something Andy would have written it if he was to write a sheet for a medical exam or otherwise.

DISCLAIMER: If my character says something against the chart that may be offensive, it is because I have taken it into a context where it is something the -character- may or may not answer when posed with such questions. So the following is not my OOC opinion, but that of my character)

wrote: *Tucked away inside a pocket like it was his information for when he dies or merely keeping it ready in case he needs a doctor or healer*
Basic Information
Name: Andrew.
Aliases: Andy.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human
Age: 27 (28 maybe. I forget, so what?)
Profession: Summoner, scholar, bookworm, hat-man, Eldritch Master, spellslinger. Occasional close combat.
Languages: Common, Abyssal and Elven. Sigil cant in training.
Accent: I use that of my family, Cormyran nobles.

Physical Information
Height: 185 centimeters. Yes, they use that in some parts of Toril.
Weight: How rude. 90 kilos, or 180 pounds, more or less.
Body build: Lean, muscular, tall... Tanned. Why is that relevant?
Skin type: Fleshy tissue to keep my body protected. That is a weird question. It is soft and tanned, as most skin types.
Hair style: Funny. I believe it is a style that was very modern and practical amongst my kinsmen when I was back in Cormyr.
Scars: Again, this is completely irrelevant. What you should ask is what sort of injuries I have sustained before, so I will tell you this in person.
Tattoos: Maybe.
    Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Blue. No, what do you think? It's dark red. So irrelevant. So is this reply. [b]Eyes:[/b] Silver. Pretty. And irrelevant. [b]Skin:[/b] Again, this question. My skin is T A N N E D. [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Perfectly indifferent towards questions about morality. Everyone is different, everyone is evil and good at the same time. Get over it.
Philosophy: Avoid answering pointless inquiries lest you waste your time. Power is knowledge. Knowledge is power. White wine and moonlight. Yes, that's a philosophy.
Deity/Beliefs: I believe in the existence of Gods, but I do not believe in the worship. Therefore, I am merely an ally. Yes, ally. This does not mean I am a megalomaniac, it means I would rather help their purposes to prove that I agree than get on my knees.

Personality:

(examples) Is this for some crazy match making loonie or why is this even relevant? I am relaxed, contemplative and often smile, because I am happy of not having to waste time with this normally. I also enjoy a good sunset and white wine. [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Gear? No, a brain is a mass of blubber that transmits your thoughts to actual action. 
Jewelry: That is for beautiful women, yes.
Habbits/hobbies: Reading, chatting, debating, argueing on occasion, flirtation without realizing it. Yes, those are habits.
General Health: Welll, I have been inhaling a lot of bad air due  to many excursions to the Abyss, but I would be, as my good childhood nanny would say; A healthy young lad.
Favorite Drink: Red Wine from Cormyr, elven wine. Yes, I just like in general, really.
Weaknesses: Now this sounds like you are going to recruit me into the "Possible Enemies" club here. For you, I have none, for I, you have many. That utterly no sense, did it? My weakness is saying yes to such silly sheets such as this.


All in all, I find that you are entirely asking the wrong questions. You get four out of five, for good effort but poor attempt. I had a laugh answering these questions and I give that an eight out of ten for good humour.

Andy.

OOC: Maybe more to come when I feel inspired.

*This is all written OOC to give you an idea of what goes on inside his head sometimes, thus should NOT be used as IC knowledge.*


Journal entry. Age 25.

"So many attempts, so much failure. I am beginning to think I should ask for help. But who should I ask? They are all snivelling, cunning thieves of knowledge that are just waiting for the opportunity to take it, read it or more so, judge what I am doing. There is one person, however. Two, actually, if you count his adorable little girltoy into the equation. They are both mages, nearly fresh out of a glorious education at the academy of Neverwinter. I try to avoid them because I do not know their intentions. Thomas seems very interested in working with me, however. How can he feign an interest when he does not even know what I am working on? It seems like he is just trying to leech off of my research. Penelope, on the other hand, appears more interested in me. Me, as in me. I must conclude that women succumb easier to the temptations of flesh, unless Thomas is one of those posterior invading fairies who merely covers it by being with one such as Penelope. Why am I even writing this? To be contemplated upon later? I care not for such things. As always, I have been trying to figure out what or who is the benefactor behind my powers, and as always all my attempts are nullified or postponed because of silly little matters.

Penelope finally had me convinced over a glass of wine at the manor, that she and Thomas partake in my research. I found that my decision was not the best, nor the worst I have ever made. Thomas turns out to be rather knowledgeable and more so, quite interested in portal magic. I offered to lend him time in my family's personal library. Another experiment failed today when we attempted a direct scrying of my person. Penelope distracted me as she leaned over the table, which in turn caused me to look down her dress. Shame on me for not being strong enough to resist such a pointless urge. Something in my eyes told me that she intended for that result. Not to disrupt my ritual, but to catch my attention. At a bad time at that, I may add. Thomas remained oblivious to the fact that his... woman was flirting with me. Perhaps he really was one of those fairies people speak so much about. Regardless of this situation, I cannot throw away precious time to engage in sexual congress with this woman. My research is too important.


*Scribbled in at a later time*

So much for my plans. I suspect Thomas will be angry whenever he finds out, or rather if he does. My two experiments on scrying my blood were failures, as well. I am starting to see this journal writing as being pointless. Who is going to read it but me? Conversations with a stack of parchments sure seems sane. I wonder who is really the one who needs questioning about his sanity. The man who preaches that journal writing keeps you sane, the man who actually does it, or the man who questions the entire process while in the process of doing it?
I should really consider throwing this piece of useless parchment into the Abyss and be done with it, but it also contains useful information. Maybe I should just stop writing about my social endeavours, as rare as they may be. Women find me attractive and charming, yet I am not purposefully trying to achieve this feat. Why must I be forced to act like a jerk in order to make people stop seeing me as a potential man to conquer.

One finds his way. So will I. For now, I am going to stay focused on my work. What is Thomas going to do, anyway? Throw me into a portal he has yet to be able to create? Hilarious. Perhaps I just underestimate my peers and will not realize this before it's too late. We will see.

I was also asked to question my own views and beliefs in order to keep myself rationalized and focused. So I will take that advice and do it. Am I happy with the way I view things? Yes.

*Added a little later*

Maybe that was not enough. Personally I see things as they come. I make mistakes like everyone else. Unlike them, I tend to admit them. Mistakes happen, why not just admit that? Not even the Gods are perfect. Am I worried that my research will tempt me into becoming a power-hungry madman? Of course I am. I worry about this every day. Being aware of a potential problem is one of the best ways to avoid it becoming a reality. Such words of wisdom, yet why did I not stop Penelope from betraying Thomas? Horrible men rarely realize they are horrible unless told so. I guess I should tell myself that I am a horrible man. On the other hand, I do not have a particular problem with that.

End journal entry.

Conclusion of journal entry: Still no wiser nor any more enlightened from this experience. Perhaps giving this another chance is in order.


This is the personal journal of Andrew Korobor. Mage, Scholar and Critic.