beldin134

i still play, I love the game, Username: PillowBitch, don't ask, symbolic meaning, my friends gave me the name. Bewarned, I am a crack sniper, if I see you, you will die quickly without ever know what happened, but just one clue, when in doubt, look up.

Haelon tosses his coin high up in the air with one hand, waves his other hand and the coin seems to splinter and fracture, turnung into many coins. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he watches them collide in mid air and reform into the one coin. He calls to the bar tender for a new drink.

Haelon orders a dirnk at the bar and goes and sits over in a dark corner a begins whatching the other people in the tavern.

Healon downs his ale in one gulp and asks for another, whle waiting he pulls out a strange coin and begins doing tricks. it helps calm my mind a bit.

Introducing Haelon Kerath: Pronounced: hay-elon kerath. race: who knows, his hood isnt down long enough for any one to find out. though many think Drow. sex: male. age:about 250ish. stoped counting at 125. weapon of preferance: staff or his Magic. fighting tactics: no set style or tactic, does like to blast his enemies to bit though or torture them slowly in thier own minds. attitude: dark, brooding, does lighten up around freinds though and wont say no to a mug of ale but prefers spirits. Always out for power no matter the cost. Values his freinds highly and will do any thing within his power to help them. Has an unfortunate flare for the crap dramatic. The tavern door opens revealing a dark figure outlined against the sky, the figure walks in to the tavern, the door closing behind him without ever needing to be touched. the person walks over to the bar and asks for a mug of ale(and it had better be your best or this tavern might just end up as a smoking pile of cinders, I am not in a good mood today.)