Fighting Style: Luth Alur

A unique beau born of a blessed family line (or so the old tale passed through the generations goes anyway), Tharar found himself in this strange realm very different from his home world. Exuding a combination of strength, grace, prowess, confidence, and sheer determination; outwardly he has a boisterous presence about him. Deep down though he's quite the quipster, and can easily become an inspiring figure as well as a deadly torrent in the face of danger and strife...yes, despite his lithe stature.

Standing at 5'6" his long, lithe, frame covered by flawless, midnight deep skin supporting broad shoulders, a taunt bubbled buttocks, and solid well defined washboard abs which trail down to his uncut well endowed member which is deceivingly smaller in its flaccid state. Bearing no tattoos presently he is almost always seen sporting a Ki stone upon his forehead sitting right below the well defined hairline. His mid-back length hair a sheer gloss of snow white tresses is usually allowed to flow free with two long strands of hair cascading down the front of his ears also to his shoulders. His eyes a bright green like dazzling emeralds marking him as noble blood with lineage to the original "blessed" of a now fallen house. While only 130 years of age (a young adult in Drow society), the man has been spared none of life's harsh lessons...prejudice, conflict, betrayal, destruction, loss, grievous wounds unseen but that have made their mark none the less. Leaving everything behind as he had the foresight to sojourn to this realm before the actions leading to dissent of his noble house could unfold, he found himself in foreign and unfamiliar circumstances. Now left with nothing and no one save his sister, Jhaelynrae; he is reunited with her as she joins him in this new territory.

Striking out once more with barely a breath as to heading and direction, Tharar as well as his sister Jhaelynrae  have found themselves on their own once more. Tharar presses on none the less along with the one he has come to love baring his children, an ever present source of strength and much of the reasoning behind his drive. His combat skills and prowess ever present in his movements; his longbow which he wields artistically, gracefully, and with deadly accuracy ever upon his person as he presses forward. Solemn, stoic, precise in her purpose as he forges his path anew, a seemingly perfect archer but then, nothing is ever as it really seems...

Lights:
I am pretty open on my lights as generally I like to go with the flow of story line rp, but do have a few, and should it look like RP might be heading toward something I am uncomfortable with, I will gladly mention something OOCly.  I am tell friendly if you have any questions.