Raziel

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Name: Raziel
Nickname: Raz
Age: 351
Sex: Male
Race: Drow
Alignment: Neutral
Occupation: Traveling swordman.
Personality: Raziel seems distant most of the time, making it hard to tell what is going on within his head. Fear is not a word Raziel would ever use and perhaps he's the one that would step up to a fight. He knows little of right or wrong, merely looks for good fights. When a town is under attack by an army and the village is out numbered, he'd help them over the army. Not because the village is in need of help, but because of the odds. Love and kindness are rare for Raziel, having been in love only once. But that is a story for another time.

History: Years of life tends to be tiring, but Raziel was born like any other drow, in the depths of the underground. Upon birth he was different and held silver eyes rather than the normal red. Due to this, many drows were mean to him, causing his heart to become cold and rarely open up. Learning swordsmanship when he was young, Raziel took a quick fancy to it. Reaching the age of a fifty, Raziel left his home and began his travels of the world. Continuing to learn how to fight with his father's sword, he managed to gather a small group, even if some of them weren't wanted. When they were traveling through the desert, however, Raziel slipped into a fever causing the group to have to stop and tend to him. In this fever he was acquiring a gift from the gods themselves and after going through the hardship of the sickness, he woke and found he was able to use Soul Magic. Slowly learning how to use his new gift, Raziel continued to travel with his group, being the unspoken leader at times, yet no one person was truly the leader, for everyone assisted somehow.

Appearance
Cloths: Black and comfortable clothing.
Distinguishing Features: Pointed ears, white hair, and silver eyes.
Picture: Raziel

Magic: Soul.
Weakness: Fire.
Sample Post:

The chaos that ensued within his mind, replied behind closed eyes as he rested within his reverie, a state similar to sleep. Those that crossed his path, the ones he saw…potential in, even washed through his mind a second time, showing him their weakness. Failing to see logic, Charril forced them to see his way, each a different time, but both held the same ways, same words spoken through different voices. Sadly, those that failed have gone from life into whatever was beyond such a thing. Stirring from the reverie, his eyes parted, glistening golden irises that lay behind his dark lids. Tendrils of white hair drooped in front of his eyes, abstracting his very view as he arrived from his trance. Groggy from having to review his day, he was unsure of who was all around at the time as he began to stand upon his feet that rested safely upon the soft dirt ground. With the tree as an assistant in his act, Charril’s eyes moved across the forested area, finding he had wondered from the group once again. With this fact crossing through his mind, his thoughts traveled in curiosity, wondering if the others were searching for him now or still resting soundly in their places.

Without much care though, Charril began to scan the area, becoming curious on where his trance had taken him and even curious if it was Mother that had drawn his resting legs to this area. Closing his eyes, his ears perched as the pierced through the white locks and he listened intently to the surroundings. Animals clattered about and the wind brushed through the canopy above, all of this was normal until a voice echoed within his ears. The voice was raspy, but Charril knew it was held by a woman as the distant words washed into his form. Lifting his lids, his eyes stared directly at the ground and his gaze rested perfectly upon a rock that held darker coloring than the ones around. Squatting to get a closer look, his head tilted with anticipation and his left hand moved out to grab the piece of earth within his long digits. Prying the stone from its family, Charril felt an odd sense of familiarity with this…thing, as if he had seen it from long ago. Even with this sensation, he knew it was not true, but merely Mother guiding him to his true path.

With a grin pressing to his lips, his legs began to straighten as his form grew to its full size once again as he continued to hold the rock before his eyes. Giving a soft nod, more so to himself, he slipped the stone into the confines of his dark brown robes that wrapped around his body, concealing much of his dark skin, though lighter then his Drow ancestry. Once the stone was secured safely, Charril began to search the area, looking for his own footprints in attempt to get back to the others and as his eyes wandered to the canopy, a sting ripping through his retina as he drew them away and rose his left hand to protect his eyes. Giving a grumble, he pulled up his hood since the damnable sun was still within the sky and the shadows quickly covered his sensitive orbs, protecting them perfectly. “Where are you, my sister…my blood, my female mirror,” he then whispered to himself as his eyes stared out from the darkness of his hood.

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[[die kälte an herz]RIN♥]

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