Name: Darion Crimson
Aliases: Red-Head
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 20 years
Profession: Mercenary, do-good'er
Languages: Common, Elven
Physical Information
Height: about 180cm
Weight: 80kg
Body build: Well-trained without being too big!
Skin type: If you look close enough, you may notice that he has tiny scales. It is not easily seen, and it almost can't be felt either.
Hair style: His hair is kept neat.
- [u][b]Colouring:[/b][/u][b]Hair:[/b] Very red. [b]Eyes:[/b] Blue, with a small hint of something not human. [b]Skin:[/b] light tan [/li]
Alignment: Neutral, though he may seem more like Chaotic Good at times
Philosophy: "Knowing what's right and not doing it, is lack of courage."
Deity/Beliefs: Tempus
- [u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] [u]Flirtatious[/u] [i]Wants to test his or her charm on a PC of the opposite sex with a high charisma..[/i] [u]Helpful[/u] [i]eager to please, perhaps to a fault.[/i] [u]Loyall[/u] [i]respects and admires the PCs' current adversary or object of inquiry and would sooner die than commit an act of betrayal.[/i] [/li]
Gear: Seems to always carry both a greatsword and a bastard sword with him.
Habbits/hobbies: Occasionaly looking at the girls while in Khazeet's bar!, Helpig those in need, collecting magical equipment, fighting, training with his swords...
General Health: Good health.
Favorite Drink: A good ale!
Weaknesses: Darion is pretty naive, and that could definitely prove fatal one day...
Entry 1
When i first arrived in Sigil, i was overwhelmed by the number of different creatures and races here... It is a sanctuary of some sort, a place where everyone can be, no matter what race he or she or it is.
I looked around this odd city, and eventually found myself in the Hive Ward.
I hated that place from the very first second i entered it. There were thugs and cutthroats everywhere.. poor cutters were walking around the streets or simply sitting somewhere with empty eyes... a few girls were standing together by some tents made of silk or the likes. They seemed to be guarded by armed thugs, leading me to suspect that they are not taking "customers" for their own pleasure. It looked a bit like they were forced to do it.
But it could've just been me... the armed thugs could be guards trying t simply protect the girls. One has to have some hope, eh?
I also met a few people.
Sirin of the Shalm, a girl a bit older than me. She seems to be from the North.
She's a possible friend.
Jiro the Merchant, this guy sold me some very good equipment. I am not sure i want to know where he got it though...
Hildmor d'Kridis, the trade king of Sigil, or that is what it looks like. He sold me a sword one time, and it is so good that i still use it. Strange man, however...
Sheri, I don't know her last name. She's a nice girl though. Perhaps i should group with her some more.. she's a good fighter.
Gluboy, or however it is spelled. This... girl? is rather strange. I have a feeling that s/he is not what s/he looks like...
Those are the people that i noted the most up until now.
Sigil... the strangest city in the Multiverse, but still a home.