Erelith

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Birthplace Undetermined Born Died Age Unmentioned Home Nomadic Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Undetermined Sub-Race Gender Male Height 6'3" Mass Hair color Uncertain Eye color Uncertain Skin color Uncertain

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Writer Josh Created on 6/05/2019 Avatar Paid Commission

Golden metal breaks against the starkness of grey robing, ornate armoring that holds amidst its fireborn constitution that of six molten eyes; four atop spreading wings and letting their light tumble downward from the facemask's heated glow give way to modest garb that one might expect a pilgrim to wear, for its gilt is of crude spirals sewn by the hands of an amateur and yet it drifts and sways as though it held something otherwordly in stitches. Erelith was tall, taller than most commonfolk, yet not a monster by any means, for the diplomat strode as though he was from aristocracy despite the grim visage he bore, each footstep quieter than whomever he accompanied - perhaps a sign of deference.

An accomplished Sorcerer by his own words, Erelith's expertise has rarely been seen, let alone documented. With words as his arsenal, the diplomat has hardly seen fit to fall back to the barbarity of violence. With that said, his appearance is certainly a deterrent for many a cutthroat, and his tongue has felled more than one noble.

Where most men of charisma find themselves throttled by a noose of their own design, Erelith is yet to fall prey to such an inconvenience. The tall gilded man avoids flattery in lieu of truth, an odd quality for a creature entrusted with the embargo of words and manipulation of many. Softly spoken and astute, Erelith has a keen understanding of desire and what shepherds the minds of most, something he keenly twists to his advantage, whether his victims are aware or not.