Micardrin Baenarn

Biographical information

Birthplace Underrealm Born Died Age 648 years Home Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Drow Sub-Race Gender Masculine Height 5'11" (180 cm) Mass 168 lbs (76.2 kg) Hair color White Eye color Red Skin color Black

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Mercenary Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

Out-of-character information

Writer Aero Created on Avatar

A freed drow slave now working for the Blackshield Company as a mercenary.

Riddled with a number of visible scars that he doesn't much care to hide. He's already considered ugly in drow society... as well as to many non-drow, so he stopped caring. Micardrin only cares for practicality, and so he dresses the part: he wears drab, plain colors and will mismatch without a care in the world so long as it suits the job.

• Poisons
• Swordfighting
• Knife fighting
• Poleaxes
• Crossbowman
• Mounted combat
• Hand-to-hand combat
• Darkvision

• Gruff
• Curt
• Callous
• Dour

Micardrin may loathe drow society, but living in such a cutthroat culture as a slave shaped him into a man whom few would describe as kind. He'll gladly sink a blade between damn near anyone's ribs for the right price. He won't even pretend to care about the troubles of people even if he's not actively trying to kill them. Micardrin will cut people off mid-sentence if he gets tired of hearing them. Mostly, if he wants to talk to someone outside of the Blackshields, it's because he's seeking information on a job that he's working, and he will make that clear from the outset. He hates beating around the bush and just wants to get straight to the point.

He enjoys a good drink as much as the rest of them, and while he's loath to admit it, aside from the sunlight, the surface realm is quite intriguing. Though the relative peacefulness was a nice change of pace, of course, he had to go and get his hands bloody again. It's just what Micardrin has always known.