Read Me=Name(Aliases):
Lord Rawnblade, Nuintaurion, Minalhīmanā, Saxtus, Stalkingwolf
=True Name:
Ran'eni Ueneleri Esayanyso Veseak'ph
=Occupation:
Shopkeeper
=Alignment:
Neutral ((OoC: Meaning he acts on feelings, what seems right to him.))
=Guild(s):
The Fists*(current), Silver Wing Association (former), Guardians of Elements (former)
=Species:
Dryad*
=Age:
365
=Gender:
Male
=Height:
6"9
=Bloodtype:
N/A*
=Bloodline:
None
=Land of Origin:
Sal'cam'pathea, High City of Slvrynatrae
=Lands Owned:
Bleirrosiasta Forest (Nauyistala Lake)Nauyistala Lake
=Birth Order:
First Born
=Family:
None*
=Allies:
N/A
=Enemies:
N/A
=Mentor(s):
Lord Jamlamin Taletreader the Druid
=Magic:
Earth/Light
=Appearence:
Rawnblade stood at 6"9. His body stopped aging when he was twenty-five, yet it suits him. It is well balanced for his needs, slender yet not to slender, muscular yet not too muscular. Perfect, at least for him. The only sign of his true age are his eyes, those melancholy blue eyes, the colour of the softest skies at noon, they were full of a certain sadness, and all that looked into them, felt that sadness. A nearly unbearable one, yet it made him who he was. Luckily, they are commonly covered by his shoulder-length hair the colour of dark green, with a splash of crimson at the end, something unique to his tree's leaves. Underneathe his hair are his Elfin like ears, both pierced and bear black feather earrings, that sometimes radiate a deep purple colour, the tiniest of details etched in silver. Like all Dryads, his skin is bright creamy gold, except it has not the slightest tint of green to it, causing some to resent him, it is only another feature, another thing making him ever the more unique. Covering his upper torso is a light green, silk tunic of Dryadian design, covering his shoulders are lightweight pauldrons, very unique in nature. They are made of green glass, yet are as strong and durable as steel, long spikes stick out from them, the longest being half of a foot. Covering his chest is a cuirass of the same nature as the pauldrons, covering his arms are gauntlets of the same armour, which themselves have small spikes for melee, lower more of the odd green glass cover his legs as his greaves, and lo, his black leather boots are covered with it, only small gaps allow him to walk normally.
Sheathed in an ornate red scabbard on his right side, which in turn is strapped to a simple black leather belt, is a sword, what else? Clearly made by ancient smiths, the pommel is a beautiful green sapphire that takes in the sunlight overhead and magnifies it, casting a green light on the ground, the grip(handle itself) is about thirty inches long, and consists of shagreen leather, which was glued on by a special substance and then wrapped around the handle in a spiral. An ornate, yet sturdy guard of beautiful, design, clearly of a Dryad, divides the handle from the blade clearly. What seems like runes and leaves are detailed upon it's silver surface. (The blade itself is three feet long, broken off at the end at a slant, what is available of the blade looks new, and is covered with the same runes and leaves as the guard, this was clearly the counterpart to The Cleanser.)
Sheathed in a makeshift of leather straps, leaving much of the blade open to the air and eye, is another sword. Located on his back, lower to be exact, and made to be suspended horizontally, with a slight slant towards the ground, it is an impressive sword indeed. Then, there is the hilt of the blade. The grip is of some sort of metal, clearly magic resistant, wrapped around it is something that appears of shark skin, with a deep blue tint to it, and around it is wire wrapped around in a spiral. The guard was ornate, but still served it's purpose, it looked oddly like a cross between leaves and wings, giving it a look that would take breathes away. The blade, was the colour of milky moonlight, with a faint radiant glow the colour of jade, mixed a fainter golden glow, but if one were to look past this marvelous glow, they would take in detail the small leaves and Runes, along the leaf style blade.
isposition: Rawnblade is distant to most mortals, or any of his kind. He simply sees himself as an outside, and none have really tried to get close to him, or even understand who or what he truly is. Some may say he is anti-social, but this is far from the truth, he would gladly carry on a long conversation with someone, but such opportunities are rather rare for him. He is the classic sense of a 'knight,' that is, he has his own code of conduct, morals, honour, and would never break them. Usually. A pacifist at heart, Rawnblade would rather settle things via words and not swords, but will fight when needed. Poet, writer, dreamer, and philosopher. That is Rawnblade. Melancholy to the extreme.
=~*~*Weapons*~*~
=Tiaemban:
Or 'The Cleanser' as people unfamiliar with the Dryadian language call it. And it is a pretty accurate description, better than the one spoken in Elfin, describing it as 'flower stick.' Rawnblade is still searching for the fool who started that entire fiasco. The hilt of the sword is by it's own right, a work of art. With a pommel of what appears to be milky silver, and encrusted with a beautiful gem of sea-green colour on both sides, giving the appearance of the pommel actually being made around it, Rawnblade has not disclosed this. The grip is of the same metal as the hilt, naturally, covered with shark skin of a deep blue hint to it, which in turn is surrounded by a wire grip of deep green colour, providing a better grip even if the hilt became bloody. The guard, cross-guard, was ornate, in the style of cruciform, but still served it's purpose, it looked oddly like a cross between leaves and wings, giving it a look that would take breathes away. And of course, did not look like two simple metal rods sticking out, but the cross of wings and leaves. The blade, was the colour of milky moonlight, with a faint radiant glow the colour of jade, mixed a fainter golden glow, but if one were to look past this marvelous glow, they would take in detail the small leaves that seemed to float and Runes, along the leaf style blade of about four feet in length..
=Infractus Mos:
'The Broken Sword,' as it is accurately called, is actually named 'Broken Will.' Clearly made by ancient smiths, the pommel is a beautiful green sapphire that takes in the sunlight overhead and magnifies it, casting a green light on the ground, the grip(handle itself) is about thirty inches long, and consists of shagreen leather, which was glued on by a special substance and then wrapped around the handle in a spiral. An ornate, yet sturdy guard of beautiful, design, clearly of a Dryad, divides the handle from the blade clearly. What seems like runes and leaves are detailed upon it's silver surface. The blade itself is three feet long, broken off at the end at a slant, what is available of the blade looks new, and is covered with the same runes and leaves as the guard, this was clearly the counterpart to The Cleanser. One of his oldest weapons, Rawnblade does not use it much, but carries it with him as a symbol and a reminder. The blade broke, when his will broke, it would not happen again.
=~*~*Misc. Facts*~*~
ominant Hand: Ambidextrous
ebts(monetary):He owes money to only one being, which is Maecenas Bod'kin. He never got the chance to repay the trader, and still owes him Credits for several items. Those being as follows: one iron shield, one 'Gauntlet of Strength,' one Nordic helmet, one 'Cloak of Protection,' and one Mythril chain set.
Screwed
