07-23-2015, 09:59 PM
Name: Vasilios Orionis, will accept Vasil or, if you're in the Shadowforge military, Lieutenant
Race: Dark Elf
Age: In human terms he's around 27
Appearance: About five foot nine, with the standard charcoal skin and silver hair, usually worn long and tied up in a high ponytail. Very fresh scars mar his right cheek and jaw, and he limps, the consequences of the same fairly recent fight. (You should see the other guy.) He generally keeps his light armor polished and well-cared for, and has a vicious-looking sabre as a sidearm, which may or may not be enchanted but has worked fine for the past four generations of his family in any case, thanks to the favor of the Great Kurai.
The idea of an embassy from Shadowforge in Element would probably have struck anyone who was actually from there as a laughable idea- the inhabitants, Orc and Elf alike, liked to resort to duels, brawling, or explosive channeling of magical energy to settle disputes. However, even the most devoted adherent of Kurai the Fury in the Night occasionally had to practice the fine art of diplomacy- after all, nobody could fight everyone else at once.
It still wasn't seen as a particularly honorable posting for a Dark Elf swordsman, although it was probably the best thing a young officer who had had to kill his commander could expect. Compelling extenuating circumstances aside (Captain Berkant had been mostly giant spider at the time under the influence of Chaos magic and had been fully intending to eat anyone or anything too slow to get out of the way), the man was a member of a powerful noble house, and Vasil had received no less than four challenges from various relatives who thought that the official investigation had been lacking, even before his wounds had healed.
So, here he was, acting as a glorified courier to the embassy in the Imperial city, sealed bag slung over his shoulder, waiting for his pass to be checked at the gate by a harried-looking human girl he suspected was a stand-in for someone on lunch break.
"...um, it looks like it checks out," said the girl after tilting his pass in several different directions.
Vasil nodded. "Good. I'm going to need to apply for residency, so if you don't mind-"
The girl gasped as something around his neck began to move sluggishly. "It's alive!"
"What is-" The elf turned to look over his shoulder, apprehensive about more spiders, and then realized what she was talking about; he stroked the ivory cave serpent hanging around his neck and shoulders. "It's all right. It's a familiar, see?" A faint runic pattern appeared on the snake's skin as it peered at the checkpoint desk with beady red eyes. "Well-trained."
The employee didn't look terribly convinced but he got his pass stamped, got the address of a few places he'd probably need to be in the next few days, and headed into Element to find some temporary accommodations before trying to figure out just what his new superiors had in store for him.
Race: Dark Elf
Age: In human terms he's around 27
Appearance: About five foot nine, with the standard charcoal skin and silver hair, usually worn long and tied up in a high ponytail. Very fresh scars mar his right cheek and jaw, and he limps, the consequences of the same fairly recent fight. (You should see the other guy.) He generally keeps his light armor polished and well-cared for, and has a vicious-looking sabre as a sidearm, which may or may not be enchanted but has worked fine for the past four generations of his family in any case, thanks to the favor of the Great Kurai.
The idea of an embassy from Shadowforge in Element would probably have struck anyone who was actually from there as a laughable idea- the inhabitants, Orc and Elf alike, liked to resort to duels, brawling, or explosive channeling of magical energy to settle disputes. However, even the most devoted adherent of Kurai the Fury in the Night occasionally had to practice the fine art of diplomacy- after all, nobody could fight everyone else at once.
It still wasn't seen as a particularly honorable posting for a Dark Elf swordsman, although it was probably the best thing a young officer who had had to kill his commander could expect. Compelling extenuating circumstances aside (Captain Berkant had been mostly giant spider at the time under the influence of Chaos magic and had been fully intending to eat anyone or anything too slow to get out of the way), the man was a member of a powerful noble house, and Vasil had received no less than four challenges from various relatives who thought that the official investigation had been lacking, even before his wounds had healed.
So, here he was, acting as a glorified courier to the embassy in the Imperial city, sealed bag slung over his shoulder, waiting for his pass to be checked at the gate by a harried-looking human girl he suspected was a stand-in for someone on lunch break.
"...um, it looks like it checks out," said the girl after tilting his pass in several different directions.
Vasil nodded. "Good. I'm going to need to apply for residency, so if you don't mind-"
The girl gasped as something around his neck began to move sluggishly. "It's alive!"
"What is-" The elf turned to look over his shoulder, apprehensive about more spiders, and then realized what she was talking about; he stroked the ivory cave serpent hanging around his neck and shoulders. "It's all right. It's a familiar, see?" A faint runic pattern appeared on the snake's skin as it peered at the checkpoint desk with beady red eyes. "Well-trained."
The employee didn't look terribly convinced but he got his pass stamped, got the address of a few places he'd probably need to be in the next few days, and headed into Element to find some temporary accommodations before trying to figure out just what his new superiors had in store for him.