Aias Thyran

Biographical information

Birthplace The inner city of Alliria Born Died Age 308 Home A small waterfront shack, in the black bay of Cerak At'Thul Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Elf, and damn proud of it too Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6ft 6 (198 cm) Mass 152lb Hair color Black Eye color Light blue Skin color White

Political information

Affiliation(s) A couple connections to smugglers, pirates and slavers. Occupation Outlaw Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Leofwine Created on 12/10/2019 Avatar https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/820640363334356269/

Adorned with various trinkets he has looted from merchants over the years, Aias confidently saunters with a slight sway; a product of his time at sea. Draped over his white cotton shirt is a blue dinner waistcoat that has been buttoned down for breathability. It has been torn and stitched back up many times, which denotes the experience of combat and adventuring he has had. Further down he has a large red rag that used to be the flag of a rival ship but its constant use has washed out the pattern, and it now serves as a way to prevent the rubbing of his utility belt. The belt exists for him to store various helpful academical substances on hand, such as poison and smoke bombs. on rare occasions he will keep small stocks of Gunpowder or vials of Greek Fire, but only when he knows that he will need an extra edge.

Dangling from his hip are his two prised possessions: a pair of finely crafted elven short swords. They have been by his side for decades, and he hopes to have the pleasure of using them for many more decades to come. His legs are clothed in a fine silk that he pilfered from a passing trade wagon after losing his last pair in a nights of... unsavoury activities. His boots are made of hardened leather, and strapped tightly to his feet, as not to get in the way of himself while climbing or running from a fight he can't win.

Never receiving a formal training in swordsmanship, Aias relies solely on tips and tricks he has picked up from his associates and from his prior experiences. this has resulted in a rather unconventional style, that relies more on unpredictability and back handed tactics to a fight. the downside to this is that he must always stay on the offensive, otherwise he shall have to use his sparse information on defence tricks. As a boy, he spend much time aboard the rigging of ships and therefore he has no issue with climbing, and falling off many times has given him time enough to learn how to swim for extended periods of time. Aias knows little magic, but the magic he does know consists of making small illusory affects, such as an arrow passing through the air or a bag of coins rest in his hands. After saving up enough stolen money, he managed to get a travelling enchanter to make his boots swifter, and allow his swords to fly back into his hands with a mere flick of the wrist. Never bothering to read books, Aias knows little of the arcane, nor of any information that he has deemed to be unimportant to his line of work.

Due to his long life, he has much disdain for the lesser races. Not hatred, but pity for their fleeting existence and clumsiness that comes naturally to elves. Other than his pre existing biases, it is quite possible to earn his respect if you establish yourself as competent enough to work with. He has a track record of completing his contracts, regardless of the consequences, even when it would be more beneficial to him to ignore the job.