Wearing clothes quite unfitting the Sinifarian norm, this man is obviously not from Toril. A strange kit, for those used to chainmail and leather, with many trinkets and other things used for ranged combat. A dagger is all he carries in terms of close combat weaponry. Over six feet tall and with a steady enough build, it can be safely assumed he is no stranger to an active lifestyle.

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A survivor of a war in the planes, it is unclear how he was thrust into the city of Sinifer. A freak accident involving technology far beyond the comprehension of mages and scholars alike, or perhaps just a random cosmic event. His ship went down in the sea, breaking apart and being irreparably damaged. He made his way to the nearest landmass, swimming with what little gear he managed to salvage.

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Name: Daal Naraxos
Age: Looks to be around 30
Height: 6'2
Weight: 210 Ibs
Race: Human
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OOC: Lights are rather open, send a tell!