This Gnoll stands with a confident bearing, his golden eyes shining with an intelligence uncommon amongst his type, and, another oddity, he appears to be well groomed, and (almost) completely free of any unpleasant odors.

He stands at about seven and a half feet tall, his mane brushed back, and wears a variety of trinkets, Including a stone amulet, silver bracers, silver shin-plates, several different rings of silver and gold, and a bronze circlet on his head, with a single gem of Malachite set in it, all of his adornments practically vibrating with electrical energies.


Ark, as we shall call him, for simplicities' sake, abandoned his clan for a more lavish lifestyle as a mercenary wizard, finding the shamanistic teachings of his clan to be too simple, the Gnoll posessing an intelligence uncommon for his race.

Ark found himself on the wrong end of the law, back in his original kingdom, after literally turning a nobleman's son inside out, and found himself taking the first ship to anywhere that wasn't where he was, somehow ending up in Sinfar.







Greens: If it's not in the reds, it's probably here. Name something. I've probably done it. I probably enjoyed it. Just ask!

Yellows: Very few of these, if any.

Reds: Your usual, no scat, vomit, or anything against server rules.