name: Peirs race: dark elf age: 20 fightin styles: magic and perferably scimatars fights using the valkyre style attitude: shady and very dissliked by the officals, hates just about anyone. quick to anger and easily very dangerous to even his freinds. you here a loud explosion as the doors to the tavern and about 1/4 of the wall r blow away. as the smoke clears you see a tall forboding figure walk in with a glowing red scimatar at his side and glowing steel armor. he slowly walks to the counter and jumps over it and grabs one of the finest ales slamming 150 gold onto the counter. he slowly walks to the very back of the room and sits down in one of the booths alone to sip his ale while calculating everyones strengths.