Name: Ferno Whitespur
Nicknames: Inferno, Blade Circus, Rider Who Can't Stay On Saddle
Age: He seems to be in his late twenties to early thirties.
Height: 6'0'' (183 cm)
Weight: 175 lbs. (80 kg)
Race: Half-Elf from the looks of it.

Ferno Whitespur seems to be a half-elven male standing unusually tall for his kind, with an athletic build and a constant smirk on his lips. His dark-blue eyes watch his surroundings with an ever-present glimmer of mischief, yet at the same time they speak of keen intellect. Hair as brown as dark sand cascade down past his shoulders, always groomed and with a few braids here and there, framing his handsome face. The face itself holds strong features, like it was chiseled from tanned marble by a sculptor at his prime, with a strong jaw, high cheekbones and proud demeanor only to be softened by his smile.

When it comes to Ferno's clothing, his gorgeous looks take a hit. The man doesn't bother with fancy clothes of silk and silver broideries, nor does he wear the finest jewelries known to man. Instead his clothing gives away his occupation as a sellsword, dressing in old and travel-worn leathers and cloths, with bits and pieces of armoring here an there. On his belt he carries several exotic-looking blades, mostly light and easy to handle rather than large, intimidating sabres.

Once one has observed him and determined he's just another handsome sellsword, Ferno starts talking. Again something that hardly matches what he looks like; despite being very open to humor and blessed with a charming laugh, this man speaks with the tone and confidence of an educated man, fluent in several languages. He seems to enjoy the simple things in life the most; a good drink, a good tune, the company of beautiful women and smart conversation, perhaps the occasional warm blood on his hands, but who cares about details like that?

So many things about this man speak volumes to a suspicious mind, how can looks, the life of a sellsword and an air of intelligence combine in one man like this? It's most likely they don't, some of it has to be a charade, right? One can't tell by just looking at him from afar.

[[The usual OOC section:]]

Right off the bat I want to state that I'm not here to argue game mechanics with anyone. I am familiar with many settings DnD can take place in and I reserve the right to RP things about them. If you prefer to play with only what NWN itself offers, then it's your choice and I respect that, but please don't tell me I'm "playing wrong" if you disagree with me.

That being said I'm a very tell-friendly person who enjoys OOC chatting as well and I've been told I'm easy to approach and some even say I'm not an a-hole to strangers. Don't be afraid to drop a tell if you've questions or just looking for someone to chat with. :)

Now to the traffic lights...

RED Lights, the no-go section:
Bathroom-play, age-play or pedophilia, this includes halfling characters too. Anything permanent concerning me or my characters without discussing it through, people who act like a-holes OOC.

YELLOW Lights, the maybe's:
Male partners, it's unlikely but it can happen. Eating people, tearing people into tiny chunks of bloodied meat for pleasure.

GREEN Lights, the likes:
Propably anything that I haven't mentioned above is a green light, though I must say usually dominant roles suit me and my characters best. Roughness, rape, chains, ropes, oiled rubber ducks, I like a lot of things.

That's about it for now, thank you if you bothered to read it all. :)