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Username: Alpha*
Name: Morag(More-Ag) Rhun(Rune) Blight Silak(Sea-lack) MourningStar
Nick-Names: Mor, Morag
Age: He looks 21 years old. True age, unknown.
Gender: Male, of course.
Appearance: Mor is.., er has been, considered... Beautiful. Yes, a strange word for a man, but it fits him. In a rough way.
Eyes: His eyes are gray-blue-green (a hazle sort which shifts according to all sorts of factors) shaped like an angular circle.
Hair: Roughly four inches at the longest part, usually loose, but is occassionally in a quirk, a short ponytail, or braid, at the base of one's neck+skull with a life of its' own, so it often escapes its' bindings when in that hairdo. Sometimes, it is worn in a high pony-tail, which makes the elvish parts of him more prominant. It is a dark-brown and looks black when it is wet, and has red-gold highlights when it is dry.
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 130lbs
Fitness Level: Very well, he is cut, and athletic, and brawnier than elves...
Body Type: Broad of shoulder, narrow of hip, slender and willowy but.. brawney.. A perfect balance between the dwarven brawn and the elvin willowy form. Grace, and brute strength.
Facial hair: Scruffy, mostly, but later will have a mostly strait-hair beard
Scars: One on his back, left shoulder, to right hip. Thick and ropy and red. From the attack. Also, one on his right shoulder - short, and length-wise, and another on his left hip, length wise, on his chest-side.
Tattoos: Just of a tiny bird on the inside of his left wrist, in flight. He'd tell you it is a wren.
Piercings: Umm.. no. Thanks.
Something Funny: Because of his linniage, when people don't see the tips of his ears, or the tinyest slant to his eyes they mistake him as human. He doesn't mind, and does all he can to keep that notion in place.
Race: "Seem's there's a ... a hiccup there.. I uhh..." He is half elf, and half dwarve. His mother was a dwarve, "Rayen", and his father was an elf, "Ahbendaile". "Rayen" was red-gold haired with laughing gray-brown eyes and on the chubbier side, almondy skin, her hair was curley and she loved to laugh. It was her laughter that drew her forbidden love. His father, "Ahbendaile", was strait-dark haired and fair skinned with green-blue eyes.He was 6'2'' tall. They fell in love. They were killed on the mutal agreement of their leaders.
Family: Deceased. Adopted Kin? Oiche, he died too, three years ago.
Crush: Umm... I'm not.. looking.. (but maybe Huldan)
History: He was just a baby, by magic folk standards, looked about 5) when his parents were killed, he was raised by a human Ranger (turned town-folk-man to care for a child), named Oiche - one with dark hair, and dark eyes, a loud laugh and a hard hand. When he was 18, that man was killed by goblins and he was left alone. Since then, having many... skills.. he hired himself out. Until the war, then.. he signed up. (as they say) Here he is.
Weapons: He has always been a good archer, but he truely loves to fight with a special weapon which is an axe. He has a small dagger, and a sword, - the sword, dagger and axe are all double edged.
Pets: None. However, he has a red mare, with silver spots, mane and tail and stockings. A human-stock horse. A mare, who runs very fast, and is not usually tacked out, has a big chest and long legs. Is very nice, he's gotten alot of offers from elves and others. He'll take none of them.
Something Else: Sure!
Favorite Number: 13
Favorite Color: Purple
Favorite Food: Hearty beef-potato-veggie stew with apple pie and cold milk.
Hobbies: Making music, and drawing, or cooking, or making herbal remidies or practicing his hand-to-hand combat, and reading.
Preference: He prefers to cook, or heal over fighting, but he is very good at the latter.
Favorite weather: Winter and Summer.
Other: His horse, when not in the battle itself, pulls a small cart of sorts where he stores his gear, and sometimes sits in. He prefers to walk, over 'driving', and to ride when necessary to save his horse. He does like to ride.
Special Skills: Morag exceeds at hand-to-hand combat. He is also a very good healer both with magic and with the knife + herb. He can speak, read, and write four languages: Dwarvish, Elvish, English, and Black-Speak.
Lastly: Well, Morag is a collector, a comandeerer of strange things - foods and things that are needed mostly. While he lives frugally for the most part the things he trades, finds, buys and makes are often given away, or sold for what he needs or wants at any given time. Many come to him for... odd... things. Often, useless things... which are hauled in his cart, along with his light armor. (the armor is plain, silvery white, and light. Mithral, though he doesn't know it, it was Oiche's)
(Thats It! I'll edit according to if this works or not
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by Aragorn. » Sat Feb 28, 2015 12:41 pm 
