07-05-2016, 12:41 AM
Name: Sorvin Kinarian
Age: 21
Race: Elf
Class: Archer
Height: 5'5
Weight: 139lbs
Physical descriptions: Sorvin has shoulder length black hair that is wavy as it comes down to his shoulders and bright green eyes. He is shorter than normal for an elf his ears are pointed he is pale but not to pale at the moment. Sorvin has a few old scars but most of them has faded by now since they are from along time ago.
Bio:Sorvin was born to an elf mage mother & father he grew up in the city where he was treated badly. His mother taught him things he needed to survive both in the city and outside in the wild on his own. Though his father taught healing as well. He lost his parents who had been trying to protect him for awhile before he left the city for good.
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Sorvin was sitting in the middle of the table listening. He had the hood of his cloak that he was wearing off he was used to all of the states he got. Though he was both excited and nervous about the task but excited to meet new people. Sighing he picked up his cup and drank from it wandering when Iron Bull would get there to brief them. Sorvin hated sitting in place for to long doing nothing but waiting at the moment.
Age: 21
Race: Elf
Class: Archer
Height: 5'5
Weight: 139lbs
Physical descriptions: Sorvin has shoulder length black hair that is wavy as it comes down to his shoulders and bright green eyes. He is shorter than normal for an elf his ears are pointed he is pale but not to pale at the moment. Sorvin has a few old scars but most of them has faded by now since they are from along time ago.
Bio:Sorvin was born to an elf mage mother & father he grew up in the city where he was treated badly. His mother taught him things he needed to survive both in the city and outside in the wild on his own. Though his father taught healing as well. He lost his parents who had been trying to protect him for awhile before he left the city for good.
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Sorvin was sitting in the middle of the table listening. He had the hood of his cloak that he was wearing off he was used to all of the states he got. Though he was both excited and nervous about the task but excited to meet new people. Sighing he picked up his cup and drank from it wandering when Iron Bull would get there to brief them. Sorvin hated sitting in place for to long doing nothing but waiting at the moment.
