Raeft
Name: Raeft
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Orientation: Pansexual
Race: Elf
Homeland: Albia
Class: Herbologist
Sub-Class: Merchant
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Level 10
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 118
Abilities:
Knife Throwing
Poisoncraft
First Aid
Weakness:
Physical Attacks
Broken Bones (racial flaw)
Dark Magic
Personal Items and Weapons:
Throwing knives (6)
Dagger
Herb Chest (full)
Leather Backpack
60 Gold Pieces
3 Poison Vials
Small Bedroll
Water Skin
Mortar and Pestle
Assorted Small Tools
Appearance: Raeft has the classic elven lithe build, topped with matching lavender hair and eyes (they were both chosen as the same RGB during character creation). He has a classic fantasy pretty-boy face, and often applies light makeup to strengthen the effect. Raelt wears upscale, well-tailored clothing in hopes of attracting a higher grade of clientele and more gold for his pockets, which are always sewn on the inside of his clothing. Can't be having your hard-earned coin carried off by filthy pickpockets.
Oddities: Raeft has scars on the tips of his ears where they were sliced to human size.
Personality: The vast majority of people see only Raeft's mercantile persona, which is good-natured and somewhat sycophantic, depending on the customer. They might look a little deeper and find the miser underneath the veneer. Raeft mixes his own cosmetics and knows how to mend his own damn clothes. Why pay someone for something so simply learned? Deeper still lies an abiding coldness and disregard for others. If he sees an opportunity, he will not hesitate regardless of the effects his actions have on others. Raeft sees most others in terms of opportunity and threat, and academically doesn't care to see any further. He is, however, deeply lonely, and is constantly evaluating others, searching for a nostalgic dream. His mother would tell him stories of his tribe from before they were taken, and though he realizes that they were embellished and unrealistic in some ways, he yearns for the perfect sense of togetherness she instilled into her tales.
Bio (Backstory) Raelt was born into bondage, the son of a captured elf woman. He never knew his father, who died in the slavers' raid. His mother died before his tenth year. He was freed by chance after surviving a griffon raid on a trading caravan and eked out a living picking herbs in a dangerous part of the woods. He picked up his herbology knowledge through necessity and thievery, then left Albia as soon as he had the funds. Merrowvale happened to be the closest, so that's where he ended up...
...Or at least that's what the game assigned to him when his creator gave up on her self-assigned challenge of using "crafting" classes to create a combat character (it didn't take long). Some time ago he found himself on the east coast of Merrowvale with no recollection of how he got there, but he's put that behind him and now peddles his way from town to town.
Likes:
Physical Beauty
Money
Cheese
Dislikes:
Alcohol
Slavers and Slave Owners
Facial Hair
Fears:
Being alone in the open
Becoming a slave again