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Morkai is a gaunt, yet striking figure. His pale skin a stark contrast to his meticulously groomed hair and beard the colour of black onyx; both things that serve to hide away the manifold Arcane tattoos that would otherwise mar his skin. His aristocratic, handsome features are made unnerving by his completely black eyes which seem to drink in all light that touches them and hint at his connection to dark magic.
Usually clad in flowing robes the colour of onyx, adorned with faintly glowing runes, he carries himself with a quiet menace. Despite his near-skeletal build, there is a magnetic quality to him. A presence akin to the feel of someone constantly lingering over your shoulder, whispering deep dark secrets in your ear.
Uther stands as a paragon of noble bearing, his towering form clad in gleaming plate and mail that catches the light like a beacon in the dark. His once-pale complexion - a result of his Northern heritage - has been burnished by the sun and wind of the south. It is complemented by the disciplined precision of his aristocratic grooming that serves to highlight the relentless tide of will apparent in his ocean-blue eyes. The light in them though unyielding as the jagged cliffs of his homeland are tempered by duty and shadowed by secrets he dares not speak aloud.
Though guarded in vestments of the Faith and commanding a presence that inspires trust and hope in equal measure, Uther's heart is not untouched by darkness. Beneath his attempts at a stoic demeanour lies a weight that gnaws at his very core. A silent fear that serves to both embolden as well as terrify him. On the one hand his radiance is apparent to all that see him, but perhaps t'is like they always say:
The Night is darkest before Dawn.
Ollonius though all fire and gold is more humane than most humans. Filled with a wisdom and kindness beyond his ken the Favoured Soul of Lathander stands head and shoulders above most men and is able to carry himself to and fro upon wings made of divine flame. Usually clad in robes of matching fervour he rarely has time to rest, for where wickedness awaits the Light of Salvation must also Shine.
Uriel Malachon looms an imposing, statuesque figure whose very presence demands reverence and dread in equal measure. His alabaster skin has been untouched by time contrasts sharply with the glimmering black steel of his armour; with that armour having been etched with ancient symbols describing his eternal reign. His piercing red eyes burn with the hunger of a natural born predator, their malevolent glow a constant reminder of his vampiric nature.
His long, bone-white mane cascades past his shoulders, framing sharp, regal features that speak of a nobility long lost to the dark. Every movement he makes is a deliberate, predatory showing of his might; with his touch especially being akin to being frostbitten. Uriel's presence is not just physical. It is a suffocating aura of pure, raw domination. Clad in in air of imperious command he offers no pity to the weak, for he considers himself the apex of creation. He was born to role - both men and realms- with a singular, unrelenting thirst driving him to the one thing he truly desires:
Blood.
First impressions are everything and Razz certainly knows how to give them. Though born a Drow of Menzoberranzan, his Lowborn status saw him be wielded as, but fodder by the Great Houses ruling said City. Though no moral man, Razz - a creature of greed, ambition and betrayal, could not stand to be controlled by another so he fled first into the Underdark and eventually to the surface. Excelling in manipulating others and being the exact person they expect - and wish- for him to be, he has made a career out of making friends and betraying them. Throughout it all no one has ever managed to peek behind the curtain at the man and see who or what he might become with someone that he can truly believe in.
Least of all him.
Balemon strikes a grim figure on first approach. Looming head and shoulders taller than most men, his steely grey eyes reveal a will forged in iron. That will when combined with his imposing physique has led him to great heights and many conquests. Though no longer quite so young as he once was, he refuses to acknowledge that he may be ageing; with his first action upon discovering that his previously lustrous obsidian black hair was thinning being to cut it all off. A sign for all things that get in his way.
Though appearing little more than just another Orc, a bigger meaner Orc, perhaps, but an Orc nonetheless, few have met Grom's unexpectedly intelligent blue gaze and lived. Born to be a Chieftain he was betrayed by his cousin who, wielding poisons and misdirection, seized the right of inheritance from him he now wanders up and down the length of the Sword Coast in search of prey, loot and allies - whichever he may find. Far from the most noblest of creatures he has no issue with rapine and pillage if it'll, but give him what he wants or needs at the moment, he still holds a measure of charisma and vision that if properly utilised or sparked may lead him to greater things entirely.
Agostino Aberto Maria Cianciana "The Don" Growing up in the poorer regions of Sicily Agostino learned early on that in life you're either the one getting fucked, or then the one doing the fucking. Coming from a famiglia that still held the omerta to be sacred he learned the tricks of the trade from his father and in time rose through the ranks of the local mob to become its don. All his life he did things the 'proper' way, marrying a woman from the life, greasing the right palms and never leaving any witnesses, but what happens when a lifetime of pent up frustration, changing circumstances and just plain old chance throws a wrench in his life and he's forced to take a second look at who and what he's become? | Santo Barilla |
Dale 'Mack' Curtis "The ex-Biker" Appearing the quintessential thug, Dale is indeed one of those few... or not so few that can claim the following titles: Thug, Biker, Bank Robber, Arsonist and... Nurse? A confusing personality indeed, to fully understand Dale or "Mack" as he was known in his past life we have to go back nearly a decade and a half to a dank apartment in the Bronx. Some heroes are forged by fire and cooled in frosty water or oil. If that wisdom holds true, Dale was forged by beatings and cooled with lukewarm beer which led him down a darker path consisting of crime, arson and after a stint in prison a path to redemption as an EMT Nurse. Now he's always the first in and out of the fire and seems to almost have a death wish. | Tom Hardy |
Henry Cavers "The Family Man" A long-suffering middle-manager originally from Coalwood , West Virginia. A former Jock that managed to get to a good university thanks to his athletic prowess, but ruined that in a drunk driving accident where he busted his leg. Got his girlfriend pregnant around the same time and when his daughter Kate was born he decided to try and be better. His girlfriend turned first wife wasn't into that and cheated on him before running off. Mostly well-educated with a penchant for wanting to improve himself and learn. | Joel Kinnaman |
Dr. Kane Raynor "The Shrink" Known for his unorthodox approach to medicine and near legendary ability to connect with his patients, Dr. Kane Raynor is an upscale shrink that alternates between running his own private practice and consulting for various hospitals around New York. At first glance Raynor appears far too laid back and spontaneous to have reached the vaunted heights he has in the medical field. He is seemingly open, friendly and casual to such an extent that many of his patients have at times begun considering him a lifelong friend rather than their therapist. Whilst he'd not object to such a thing, there is a more calculated mind behind such acts than might initially appear. A true professional he always has his eye on the ball and picks up social cues from his hopefully more at ease patients as they open up to him. | Keanu Reeves |
James Rourke "The Rake" Originally from Seattle, Washington James's life reads more like a Johnny Cash song than anything else. He really has been seemingly everywhere and anywhere and in addition to what seems like a major alcohol and smokes problem he also seems to also owe everyone and everything something; be it money, a favour of just plain 'I'm sorry I fucked you, robbed you blind and skedaddled into the night.' Outwardly James is a grinning egomaniac with few, if any qualms about making use of people for his own ends, but he will tend to do the right thing... after having exhausted every other option; though he does have a soft spot for those that have been charged wrongly or out and alone in the big mean world. | Jeffrey D. Morgan |