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Race:Zith Birthday & Age: 501 AV (10 years old) Gender: Male
Physical Description:
Secret :
Shamelis is of average height and weight for his race, standing at just under six feet, and weight a solid hundred-thirty pounds. His fur is a vanilla white tone, tapering off to midnight black at his hands, feet and wings; though he's bare in chest. Perhaps the most impressive part of Shamelis, is he wings. Of unusual width, his gigantic wings are midnight black, and more than strong enough to carry himself. His black hair compliments his wings and extremities, and is usually kept loose and messy. His eyes are rimmed with black, with bright blue orbs for pupils. Other than that, he looks mostly human, though oddly exotic. In an effort to fit in with the variety of humans he knew he'd encounter along the way – he wears a pare of silk breeches with many pockets. Supporting the breeches, is a fine studded belt.
Character Concept:
Secret :
Shamelis grew up in a small colony, with several other small families of Zith. Though a small establishment, them made a modest living off of the capture of humans. Mostly for food, but occasionally for slavery, Shamelis's father made quite a killing off of said human vessels. No pun intended. Then one night, the local human population located his modest colony – and decided to strike back.
The attack was swift, and bloody. Barely an adult by his race's standards, Shamelis watched as colony was brutally struck down. Even his father – a man known for his brutality and unusually large build, fell. Panicked, Shamelis took some gold miza's and flew off into the night. To this day, he still hears the shrieks of his fallen kin.. but takes solace in the fact that he, and only he had the insight to flee. At least in his mind, he had a clean slate on life. Still, he bears a load of shame for not dieing along side his Colony..
Flying at night, and hiding in caves during the daylight – he flew until he could fly no more, eventually landing in Syliras.
Skills
Skill Name
SP/RB
Earned
Total
Detection
10
-
10
Morphing
20
-
20
Unarmed Combat
30
-
30
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Gnosis
none
Languages
Zith - Fluent
Common - Basic
Nari - Poor
Racial Abilities
Flight | Nightvision | Enhanced Hearing
Possessions
Item Name
Cost
Acquisition/Thread
Description
2x Cold Iron, Knuckleduster
3gm
Starting Package
A knuckleduster is a spiked, leather strap worn across the knuckles that makes the wearer’s punches much deadlier. Weapons forged of cold iron, also called cold steel, are of superior quality; possessing greater durability and holding an edge longer than traditional iron. The iron gets its name from being cold to the touch even when exposed to direct sunlight for extended periods of time. It is rumored that these weapons can cause greater harm to the undead than other weapons although such claims are unfounded.