Richard Ashendale
"The weak are conquered by the strong."
| Belpheron | |||||||
| Male Human | |||||||
| Player: Bushy_Fro | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Richard Ashendale | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | Belly, Belphy, Belpheron | |||||||||
| Age: | 31 | |||||||||
| Deity: | None | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Arcanist, Sword Singer, Merchant | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | None | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Baklunish Empire, Oerth | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 193cm (6'4") | |||||||||
| Weight: | 205 lbs | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Yellow | |||||||||
| Hair: | Midnight Blue | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Tan | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Muscled, not toned. | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | His eyes glow faintly | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| He's well versed in both close quarters combat and Spellcraft, his knowledge of the arcane at the level of an arch mage. He's also capable of speaking to weapons through an entranced chanting, the depth of which can vary but can leave him vulnerable to attack. | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| He has two different sets of gear, one which is a set of wizarding gear which consists of fine tuned robes and some spell rings, including multiple different wizarding staves. His combat gear consists of Elven Mithril, made to fit him specifically. All of his gear tends to, however, have purple and black. | ||||||||||
Appearance
Standing tall and proud this Human, at first glance, would appear to be some form of warrior, with muscles forged out of battle, rather than out of physical exercise and because of this, although he is rather large, he is not statuesque but rather untoned in fact, seemingly just a large man. He boasts features that could betray him to be a stereotype for a hero with a strong jawline and a stern face that paladin's keep adorned, but an eerie glow from his bright yellow eyes suggests something different entirely.
His eyes have a constantly serious stare with his eyebrows naturally furrowing into a frown that implies a constant concentration on the world around him, or more often his own thoughts. His eyes, although unnatural for humans, with their luminescent properties have a constant glow for a reason that is as of yet unexplained which gives his piercing stare an eerie quality far beyond his own control.
His general appearance is rather rigid, his posture always perfect and his face always in a constant expression, rarely broken by a smile or even a hint of irritation, but when the face that seems still as porcelain is broken by emotion it's fierce, unbridled, even mild irritation can appear to be full fledged rage or a small smile or grin can make him seem the happiest man in the multiverse, betraying his rigid visage.
Although he lacks scars and tattoos, upon occasion when caught in a deep trance he gains a sort of set of tattoos that cover his body. These are simple arcane text and to those arcanists that don't understand their context they would appear to be gibberish words strung together, but to a well trained eye they tell a story, a complex one at that and depending on the amount of time the individual arcanist has to study them they would even be able to piece together parts of his history that he has forgotten, for the story that these glyphs show are his own story, written in the form of language that sword chanters use and in which enchantments are made.
When clothed, as he usually is, he typically wears clothes made of black and purple though he bears no religious marks on most of his clothing, his battle armour does feature a large white cross that reaches down the length of his cloak, draped over his shoulder. His clothing tends to be functional, robust but well made, a fine menagerie of styles that range from the typical barbarian's rough and functional sense, to the elegant stitching and fine cloth of a nobleman's garb. This leaves his appearance to be rather odd, clearly from somewhat reputable origins but lacking the refined touch that nobles have and far more akin to being in clothing that's functional, he's managed to combine two elements together. Typically, his dress contains fine cloths and heavy armours with a capable amount of movement, he prefers chainmail made of Mithril and gentle cloths such as silk.
His basic features are typical of his origin, with long straight hair that hangs down neatly, always tended to very carefully and cut neatly, his skin is tanned and dark though not quite as golden roasted as some others he does have a more healthy brown skin, sometimes described as olive skin, which betrays the typical arcanists pasty pale skin. His hands are firm and strong with thick skin that comes from wielding a weapon for a long time, his skin, although barely scarred, has some thick skin and callouses from extended wear of heavier armours, a trait that follows those that wear armour.
Personality
A rather stoic man, he keeps generally to himself and tends to stay away from conversation for the most part, however, he won't reject conversation entirely, moreso he finds himself to be lacking in the social resources to be able to participate in conversations comfortably. Although he is incapable of normal social interaction he's a man that holds great pride in his abilities and will not hesitate to voice his opinion, when coupled by the fact that he tends to be brutally honest - by his own admission that he is a terrible liar - tends to rub a lot of patrons the wrong way.
Although he is cautious he acts in a manor that can be seen brashly, but he very carefully calculates most of his actions working based within his own restrictions, which he is very well aware of. Although he speaks very brashly of the gods and openly admits that he does not see the point in gods, he knows their strength and does not go to the point of directly challenging them, but rather voices his opinion of them openly, even in front of their champions. His opinion on the matter tends to be that if the gods are so petty they would smite down a man for speaking his mind then he'd rather die having spoken his mind freely and die because of it, than live in fear of them.
Many describe him as arrogant, which he does not deny, but the truth of the matter is not that he is arrogant, though he is egotistical and confident, he prefers to be challenged - on an intellectual or physical matter, and will gladly accept a challenge, even from someone he knows he cannot defeat, not because he doesn't fear them but because he does. In fact, he seems highly willing to accept all emotion, a fact that is hidden away from most that do not take the time to get to know the man.