Szordryn Zaphresz
Appearance
Szordryn is a dull-grey dark elf standing at a diminutive 5'3 in height. His lithe body is smooth and hairless, though tiny wisps of white hair poke through in places along his limbs in small numbers. His vermilion eyes are set deep in their hollow sockets, and a pair of thin, sculpted brows crown them. His facial features are sharp and angular, the result of centuries of selective breeding by his house. Several tattooed runes adorn his body, some symbolic, others simply aesthetic.
Skills and Abilities
While physically unimpressive, Szordryn finds his true expertise lies within the magical and esoteric as a sorcerer. Where others within his house saw fit to train with the blade or the bow, Szordryn sought out that which could damn him: forbidden knowledge. His natural affinity for magic allowed him to dominate the more brutish of his kin, manipulating them like the marionettes they were, to serve his own purposes. His abilities with the blade are comparatively scant, but still nothing to sneeze at, even though he prefers the grace of not having to touch his prey to kill them.
Personality
Szordryn is a vexatiously-condescending wretch of a man. He maintains a superiority complex towards other, lesser species (which, unsurprisingly, is anyone not elven) and treats them with casual disdain. As the only one with any magical affinity in his house, his belief in his own superiority is only buttressed by his dislike of his more martially-minded brethren. Still, his delusions of grandeur do not blind him to the threat posed by others, and he will regard most of the people he meets with a healthy degree of paranoia, fully expecting them to be forming their own plots for his demise. There are few he can truly call his friend, but there are many he considers part of his tool kit, each of them waiting in turn to be used to serve his own end.
However, he is still a male, and as such, is inherently inferior in comparison with the women he finds himself commanded by. He knows full well his usefulness as a simple pack mule or breeding stock, but it is his silent desire to rise beyond the status as mere meat, to show why it is he who is deserving of respect. Nearly two hundred years of humiliation and obeisance have fomented a level of fear and hatred for those whom he serves, and it is this same fear that drives him deeper and deeper into his quest for forbidden lore; for arcane power and the favor of dark gods to grant him his heart's desire -- to see the surface world consumed by unholy darkness with him at its helm, a prince of the Dark Ones, finally in the position of power he seeks. For now, though, he is just a sack of meat to be used at his commander's fancy.
However, he is still a male, and as such, is inherently inferior in comparison with the women he finds himself commanded by. He knows full well his usefulness as a simple pack mule or breeding stock, but it is his silent desire to rise beyond the status as mere meat, to show why it is he who is deserving of respect. Nearly two hundred years of humiliation and obeisance have fomented a level of fear and hatred for those whom he serves, and it is this same fear that drives him deeper and deeper into his quest for forbidden lore; for arcane power and the favor of dark gods to grant him his heart's desire -- to see the surface world consumed by unholy darkness with him at its helm, a prince of the Dark Ones, finally in the position of power he seeks. For now, though, he is just a sack of meat to be used at his commander's fancy.