Age: early 30s
Height: Close to 2 meters
Race: Human
Gender: Male

An embodiment of tired, depressed optimism. His body covered in scars of old battles, whatever physical charisma and appeal he had in his younger days, the tracks of wretched wounds dotting his skin greatly impede it in the present. His voice is a humming calm with a playful, lyrical quality to it that seeps with a somewhat ever-present cheerfulness.

On his belt hang two handaxes, one silver with strong enchantments, one forged out of alchemically sharpened steel, along with a hunting knife and a mace, on his back a tower shield and a longbow keeping dark ranger cloak pressed tightly to his body. Beneath the cloak there is a collection of throwing axes, visible only briefly during his strides. The ranger bears no insignias or amulets dedicated to a diety.

His armor bares a clear Elven make, especially the old golden helmet the Ranger wears has been made by Elven hands. To those familiar with lore, or who have been in High Forest, can see clear signs that the armor was made there.

Level 40 Update: Recently his old armor has been reforged and twined with magical enchantments to grant him better protection, the Elven cuirass and pauldrons resting over his leather jerkin has been cleaned and repaired, a new layer of golden coating and silver etchiings placed over it to show the man's mastery in whatever arts he practices. Here and there symbols of leaves and the High Forest can be seen decorating his golden metal plates, clear sign with which region of the Old World the ranger identifies himself with.

However, contradicting his looks is the aura that hangs around him, a cold still aura of darker power, to those attuned to magical energies and arts its clearly necromantic in a way, making the man seem as one skilled in such spellcraft, or as someone who is favored by higher powers of Death itself. Should he be seen out of his armor the fresh tattos can be seen, covering his scarred body like images on a ripped painting. Those knowledgable in spellcraft and lore can recognize them as magical runes and sigils, grafted into his body to help with casting spells and weaving magic. Most of them are druidic or sylvanic, however on his left arm, where the aura of chilling death is the strongest, there are runes dedicated to divine death magic, specifically to the god Jergal. Among them there are high numbers of healing sigils, as if containing some sort of rot or decay on the member, however his arm looks normal otherwise, clearly the runes have been placed at right time.

Red light: Vore, gore, pedo, metagaming, godgaming, really obscene or obtuse things, usually I'll give you a heads up if RP is going somewhere where I'm not comfortable.


Yellow: Mind control and body alterations, those really make me cringe but it depends on the situation. Males, sometimes, depends on the character.


Green: Everything else, I'm willing to try most things at least once.