Elbras Gherano

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Introducing: Elbras Gherano

Race: Dark Elf

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Height: 6'0"

Class: Spellblade

 

Likes: The adrenaline rush of battle, running enemies through with his blade. Enjoys being sarcastic wherever possible.

 

Dislikes: Being bested in battle, being embarassed. Never likes taking situations too seriously.

 

Weapons of choice: Seler

 

Armour: Prefers ornate heavy armours that cover the entire body, like Ebony.

 

Elbras grew up in the city of Balmora, on his own, as he had no parents. He learnt to fend for himself, but was never good at pick-pocketing or thievery of any sort. He got caught so many times he lost count. Until, one day, when he struck lucky.

 

He was 15 years old by then, feeling kind of depressed, walking down one of the alleyways at night, when he heard a scream. He had a look around and soon found a corpse of a nobleman lying dead in a pool of blood. Lying there in his sheath was a large two-handed sword, it shimmered with an enchantment of some sort. He quickly cut the sheath from the nobleman's clothing with his dagger and picked it up, it was surprisingly light, as these swords go, but he still had to drag it back to his hideout.

 

When he was safely hidden away from the guards, he pulled the sword from it's sheath and the light from it almost blinded him, but slowly faded. It seemed to be made out of ebony, with ornate golden patterns swirling upwards from the hilt.

On the hilt was inscribed "Seler" in golden letters. He tried to lift the sword, he barely could, but he kept trying anyway. He figured that if he could learn how to use it, he could finally make a legal living rather than the one he was currently

stuck with. So, for a day he tried to lift it, gradually the sword became lighter, it seemed to adjust to his strength. In the end he was able to lift it high above his head, and make a few swinging movements with it.

 

Hunger soon overtook him, and he was forced to go scrounging in the alleyways for scraps. However this time, he ran into a large rat. It charged at him, so he quickly drew his new found sword. The light stunned the rat for a moment, which gave him time to stab at it a few times, after the fourth stab he had it impaled. He actually found it kind of fun. He carved some meat off the rat and ate a little. It was disgusting, but he savoured it none the less. There was still a little left, so he

decided to try selling it to a local trader. He proceeded to the town's pawnbroker, and asked her how much he could get for some rat meat. She could see he was poor, so decided to be charitable, offering him 3 gold pieces per chunk. 12 gold in all! It was more money than he'd ever had in his life. So, he decided to make a profession of this, and went out into the wilds, hunting kwama foragers and the like. He gradually got stronger and more skilled, hunting more dangerous creatures, doing jobs for locals and the like. He made this a permanent profession, and has had it to this day. Now 23, he's looking for some bigger adventures, and of course, more money.

 

Sorry about the long story... hope it was ok. I'm a bit rusty :P

 

Been avoiding these forums for too long, thought it was about time I got on here :P

 

EDIT: Oh yeah almost forgot to put what he looks like:

http://switchshomepage.freewebsitehosting....com/rpchars.htm

[wesaynothin]

Nice to finally see you on here ! Hope to RP with u soon!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hopefully know one will have to tell you the rules..... :rolleyes:

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lol thanks, and dont worry, i alrdy know em :P

[Acinonyk]

cool background story, very orginal

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thanks! i wrote it kinda late at night so i wondered if it was a bit cr@ppy. :P