Post by Korzair Eyllislylthe on Nov 20, 2010 13:11:11 GMT -5
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NAME
ALIAS
GENDER
AGE
ANIMAL FORM
RANK
CLASS
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PERSONALITY
APPEARANCE
HISTORY
NAME
>Korzair Eyllislylth
ALIAS
Just Korzair
GENDER
Male
AGE
27
ANIMAL FORM
Korzair's animal form is a fox with black fur. Tall, long, and sleek, Korzair maintains his dark charcoal eyes and some traces of his humanoid form. Like true foxes, his tail is tipped in white as if dipped in ink. Otherwise, his fur is not mottled, but a single, uninterrupted black shade.
RANK
Eruan
CLASS
Rogue
No, there's no need to know your name...
PERSONALITY
Korzair is ruthless and cunning. He has no compassion for those he faces in battle, and less compassion for those who cannot fight on their own. There has never been a time where he has doubted his own strength or the strength of his companions in a battle. At the very least, this sly elf will never falter in the face of danger. He is not afraid of death or the horrors of war, and will fight to his dying breath. Loyal as any dog, Korzair addresses his superiors with cool respect due to his admiration of them, and addresses his inferiors with an even cooler air of profession. Although he generally may have several ladies (usually human, as the elven ladies know better than to approach him) hanging from him, he's often instinctively labeled as a ladies' man, but truthfully he couldn't care less. Korzair isn't quite antisocial-- he's just professional. He has a goal to reach, a war to fight, and he has no time for useless tomfoolery. If you were to look closely however, one might find him sulking in the corner of a pub at night, his lips tentatively pressed to the edge of a single mug of ale, nose crinkled in disgust. Although he can't stand the taste of alcohol, Korzair drinks it anyway, for no specified reason. Perhaps its because he enjoys listening to people, surveying everyone in the pub and listening in on their conversations but unwilling to join in on them.
APPEARANCE
Tall and lanky for an elf, Korzair's pale face is framed by curtains of sleek black hair, which when let loose falls somewhere around his shoulders. As a professional soldier, however, Korzair keeps his hair neatly tied back into a traditional ponytail, only allowing the short, spiked bangs which frame the side of his face and his brow to hang down unrestrained. His face is long and handsome, always smooth and clean shaven, his nose fine and the bridge concave. His mouth is wide and thin, his lips nearly the same color as the rest of his face as if they weren't there. The front of his hair nearly obscures his large, sharp-edged eyes. Those eyes, dark as coal and showing no emotion other than the occasional exhaustion or repulsion, give him the expression of some vicious animal. He has a curious habit of licking his lips, when he becomes irritable, and his unusually sharp teeth, no doubt filed down by too much time spent in animal form, peek through his sly grin. For an elf, his ears are rather unobtrusive, being large and pointed but neatly concealed by the choppiness of his hair. In body, he is compactly muscled, appearing to be more muscular undressed than with clothes on. Even then, his form is not spectacularly defined, and he is not the most physically strong. Korzair's fighting style relies more heavily on speed and the weakness of his opponent, and his ability to catch them off guard, more than physical strength. Generally, the clothes he wears are rather simple for his rank. Wearing a simple black tunic and pants under supple, tan leather armor, high boots with many buckles, and a simple dark cloak which obscures the outline of his form and renders him nearly invisible in darkness, Korzair often travels light. There are normally daggers concealed in his boots and under his cloak, in common rogue fashion, as well as several bottles of venom in which to dip the blades Overall, Korzair travels in a way which allows him to remain nearly inconspicuous and shed his clothes quickly if he need transform, and also to get quickly dressed again. Most of his weapons and clothes are light enough for him to carry as a fox. There are some pretty gruesome looking scars on his arms from his childhood, although they look a lot more sinister than that.
HISTORY
Korzair was broken. As a child, he was a happy, mischevious boy. He loved to explore, loved to climb, swim, jump, and cause trouble, and loved more than anything to play games. As he grew up, he only became more mischievous, more cunning, and less thoughtful of the feelings of those around him. It was by chance that he took a liking to war, finding the thrill of fighting with friends around his village invigorating. He would challenge humans and elves alike, of all ages, to a battle. It didn't matter their skill level or their experience. If someone refused to fight them, he would taunt them into battle, which often got him into trouble. When he lost, he took it lightly and without concern, treasuring his scars as trophies of the battle no matter the outcome. As a young man, he was bright and thoughtful. He always had a kind word and was willing to take on a dangerous task without concern for his own life. The outbreak of war with the demons broke him. He quickly began to hate the demons and humans alike, associating them with each other as the cause of the stress of his family and friends. Korzair has yet to lose a family member in the war, but he has seen many die by the hands of demons, and automatically assumes that soon his family will become a target. To protect those he cares about, Korzair joined the military and quickly rose through the ranks to fill in the gaps, his loyalty and chilling honesty boosting him to a high position. Now, as Eruan, he seems satisfied by the power of his rank, and his ability to support his family. As long as there is war, however, it seems that he will not reopen his heart to the joy of his past.
