Valaste Kalan'ervs

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PvP/RP Category: RP-PVP. -:Details:- Name: Valaste Kalan'ervs, "The Viceroy" Title: Viceroy Allegiance: The Merchant's League Race: Ilythiiri [Faerûnian] Gender: Male Age: 128 Height: 5'4 Weight: 162 lbs Eyes: Blood Red Skin: Crow Black Hair: Stark White -:Appearance:- Expressionless. The features that had been cut into that mask, one the colour of the palest smoke, to create the visage that stare back at the world betrayed nothing at all; The even line of its mouth bared no curve upwards or down, to speak of joy or remorse, nor were there laugh lines, the furrowed brow of concern, or anything else that might have leant character to the carved face. There was only a pair of crimson pupils that stared out from behind the cloudy surface of the ivory face, small, crimson pools that simmered with malice. Those hateful eyes belonged to a broad-shouldered warrior who stood a few inches shorter than the reach of a spear, and the raiment of his station seemed a sharp contrast between the pragmatic and the fanciful. Forge-blackened armour bore a hundred scars across its surface, a litany of violence etched into the metal carapace like an offering to one dour god of bloodshed and war or another; Yet that armour was buckled over a silken robe dyed a rich hue and embroidered by careful hand with golden thread in needlessly elaborate fashion. Even the longblade worn at his side seemed to have been twisted to creation by minds at violent odds as to the purpose of the weapon; The blade itself was dwarven-made, as cruelly sharp as the day it was birthed at the forge, yet the hilt of the weapon was wrought from precious metals, and looked as if it would have easily buckled beneath a strong blow save for the enchantments woven into it, and was plainly worked by an artisan first and foremost concerned with announcing the prestige of it's blade bearer. Only the crystalline half-limb, jutting from elbow downwards, seemed free of maddening contrasts; Three crudely blocky fingers, and a thumb of sorts, jutted from an oversized hand, which itself was affixed to a carved forearm that looked as much a many-angled growth of crystal than a limb. There was little beauty in the artificed appendage, yet it looked powerful enough to crush the skull of a child within its grasp with the faintest effort. Those familiar with the depths of Faerûn would have little trouble recognizing the crystal as being faerzress, the potent magic-born crystals left in the wake of ancient elven high-magic in distant past, and rumoured to muddle the workings of divining spells and teleportation magics, among other things. When out of armour, the creature's true, wicked, nature became immediately apparent; Chalk-White locks framed a coal-coloured visage dominated by crimson eyes that only seemed to dance to life when others suffered - it was one of the Dhaerow, the drow. High cheekbones, almost sharp enough to cut a hand on, an aquiline nose, and strong jaw were all legacies of the selective breeding among noble houses, and all lent him a classical beauty thats benefit was lost in the instant the creature opened its snarling mouth and lent voice to its thoughts. Unlike most of his kind, however, the dark elf lacked the lithe, graceful, dancer's form associated with his people; instead his broad, powerful, form would have been remarkable among even the copper elves - among his own people, his muscled frame bordered upon the grotesque.
Player:	SymbolScytheSymbol
Gender (Visually):	Male
Race (Visually):	Human