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Seariky Rohuer
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Date Posted: 15:39:55 04/11/04 Sun
Name: Seariky Rohuer AKA the Shadow
Age: 267
Gender: Female
Race:Elf
Typical Clothing: Loose fitting black or brown pants, a tight dark gray or green shirt and a leather, strapless vest that ties up the side. This vest is of a hardened leather and is somewhat like her armor. Though she prefers barefoot in summer months, she does own a pair of soft leather moccasins. You would also be hard pressed to find her without her cloak.
Occupation: Rogue. Though willing and able to do anything, she is oft’ denied the chance because of the distrust for her actions so far and her lack of memory. She is most successful at any type of guard duty or anything where stealth, speed and fighting skills are required.
Special Skills: Excellent hearing/night vision. An amazing fighter. She is very perceptive about another’s personality. One talent that she prides herself in is her ability to make and “decipher” arrows. She can tell the general area in which the arrow was made based solely on its looks. The Elven vix is also quite the hand at making nearly generic arrows that do their grim duty.
Tools of the trade: Seeing as her trade right now is survival, she has but a few tools. Her four weapon arsenal consists of the long sword she found to be hers upon her “awakening”. A dagger the length of her arm, which she took from her head adversary. A small dagger with a blade the length of her hand, which was given to her by Nellas Helyanwe before she departed the Elf healer’s tower home. An Elvish bow and quiver of arrows she had when she “awoke”
Motto: The blade stings only when wielded by a friend.
Physical
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 105
Face: High, well defined cheekbones and a medium sized, straight nose make her rather plain looking yet distinct at the same time. Her lips are moderately sized and shaped, lending to her non-descript appearance.
Hair: Long, straight as the arrows she makes, and brown. Falls to her hips. Usually tied back in high pony tail and wrapped six inches from her head.
Skin: Smooth and dark, no freckles.
Eyes: Green around the pupil, then “bleeding” into silver.
Overall build: Trim but not skinny. Enough muscle to make her deadly without slowing her down. Great distance runner but not a sprinter at all. Extremely adept to navigating rugged overgrown terrain, rather than open plains.
Distinctive features: A deep scar that runs from her left outside ankle to the inside of her knee, curving over her shin. The scar healed black because of the herbs and other methods that Nellas, the Elf healer used on it.
Personal
Persona: VERY quiet. Takes a lot to rattle her. Will not kill someone unless she feels that it is the only way to get them to lay off her or her compatriots.
History: The past is gone, or at least her memory of it is. The Elvish wench awoke one night, nearly dead with battle wounds and without a recollection of anything. She was able to drag herself out of the woods, and into the view of an Elven healer’s tower home. Nellas Helyanwe, the resident artisan of the reviving magics, was able to restore her bodily health but not her mental. The only things retained were her name and astounding fighting abilities. She befriended Nellas and spent many months with her, studying her art, among other things to see if any of it brought back memories. Having become restless with her silent existence, she set out for a nearby town. One day while stalking warily about the market in search of something to trigger her absent memory, she was jumped by a common thug. Reacting with deadly precision, she quickly eliminated the problem. Word spread that the stranger was a killer. She was exiled from the town and news carried like flames on a fresh summer wind that the fighting Elf was a deadly vix bent on killing from pleasure. Since wherever she went the dark stranger was shunned, she took to the woods. On Seariky travels, searching for a clue to her forgotten past and trying desperately to find peace and acceptance. Her heart knows no respite from her rejection and her body knows know ease from her constant move. Yet on and on she goes, looking for the past and racing headlong toward the future.
Magic skills: Some knowledge of healing and a little of light spells. For the most part she relies on her own fighting skill.
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