Character Name
Nicknames: Seventh
Age: 743
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Status: Alive - Somewhat
Description
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 156 Ibs
Body Type: Slightly Built, Skinny
Eyes: Dark Green
Hair: Light Brown
Skin: Lightly tanned
Markings/Tattoos: Tattoo of 'Gorkil Clan on back of left shoulder. Mark of Arke'Ith on Right palm.
Health: Healthy
Personality: Quiet. Very critical, and analyzes and processes vefore speaking. Caring, however keeps in his emotions.
Inventory: Ice Staff of Arke'Ith
Further Details: Speaks fluent Orcish, and continues to pray to the Aenguls - reliving his adventures with the Ascended within his dreams.
Life Style
Alignment*: Lawful Good.
Deity*: Arke'Ith
Religion: Ascension
Alliance/Nation/Home None
Job/Class: Paladin, Follower of the Ascended
Title(s): Paladin of the Frost
Special Skill(s): Archery, Weak Healing, Major Ward.
Flaw(s): Mediocre Magic abilities. Fast, however lacks power.
Magic*
Current Status: Experienced
Arch-type: Mage/Arcane
Sub-Type: Alteration
Weakness(es): Extremely susceptible to Illusions. (Weak connection between dreams and real due to nightmares.) Lacks communication skills.
Strength(s): Strong willed. Doesn't give up. Independant.
Current Spell(s): Paladin's Shield (Ward), Touch of Frost (Minor Healing)
Weaponry
Fighting Style: Archery/Swordsmanship
Preferred Weapon: Long Bow
Favored Weapon: Long Sword
Archery: Master
Sword: Expert
Daggers: Journeymen
Spear: Amateur
Biography
Parents: Unknown Names - Both dead.
Siblings: None
Children: None
Extended Family: Family of House Silverblade
Pet(s): Small Frost Wolf
History
The lonely ranger. All but a single memory remains in his mind of his childhood nightmare. A young elf, but energetic nonetheless, raised in a small village, to the west of what was Laurelin before the destruction of Aegis. The thoughts of his parents does not reach his mind, as he has no picture, not a glimpse of an idea that ties them with him. Raised by his Uncle, a figure that Seventh has looked up to all his life. This memory of his childhood, so long ago has it been replayed in his mind, so long, even he does not remember his name. Only the words of the Villagers, shunning him out for the death and destruction that has been caused. Blaming him for an act that he did not do. An act that will not be explained now. Seventh, shunned out of his home, young and a virgin to the world around him, travels beyond Ravenhold. A long journey, meeting new companions that he keeps dear to him. Joining the White Ravens, then not short after, the FOA. Where he meets the Ascended. Long adventures and many fights, and gut-wrenching quests. All but a memory now. Now he travels wherever he feels Aeriel & Arke'Ith take him. Still praying to the Aenguls, he feels blessed by them. Now a lonely ranger, with his Wolf - Alice, he longs for adventure.
--Seventh