(Second character for
Submitting again because I wanted to edit it and deleted it, cause I'm dumb
Name: (Tae Ra) Vasht Tuvalus (Family name is a secret)
Weight: 115 lb
Overall Stature: Short for a human, tall for an elf. Sleek, but still imposing. Doesn't look up when talking to taller people, one of his annoying and unnerving habits.
Hair Color: Dark Gray
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Tone: Pale
Markings/Scars: The most apparent scars are located on his left forearm, which he often keeps exposed when working, for practicality. Most if not all of these scars are self-inflicted, part of his study and usage of blood magic.
Status among peers: Terrible
STATS (+60 from event)
Health Points: 340 (Originally 370, lost to blood magic)
Mana Points: 470
Defense Points: 190
Experience Points: See Red Scarf
Weapon of choice: Vasht always carries on him a short curved blade, but isn't exactly a master of it (It's mostly used for inflicting wounds on himself). It has a blade made of copper, intricate with skull designs and fangs, that he uses for work.
(Has a lvl 2 dagger)
Magic: Vasht studies blood magic, and uses it as part of his profession. He's currently planning to broaden his arcane horizons to fire and ice magic as well.
Fighting Style: Vasht isn't fond of physical conflict, and will sooner resort to magic than brandish his weapon. When unable to use magic, however, Vasht will complement his poor swordmanship with his anatomical knowledge, striking vital points and anywhere else he can that will allow him to retreat or follow up with a magic assault.
Personality: Vasht is very stoic, to the point where people who know him personally say that the mask he wears is rather redundant. When at work, he takes on a more intimidating personality, but it is mostly an act, as in his personal life he doesn't care about making an impression on people as much. Despite his apparent ennui, Vasht does take interest on people, and loves to hear their stories, which he uses to try and "make sense" of the people he talks to.
Disposition: Vasht looks like a serious man, or downright terrifying when wearing his work garb, which he wears more often than not. Personally, he is much more engaging than his visage would suggest, but doesn't often try to spark up conversations when working, because of his complete devotion to his magic and his position.
Marital Status: Single. Vasht has had relationships before, and some of them even knew of his job beforehand, but they usually crumble at some point, either because of his profession or because of his undying commitment to his magic.
Family members: Vasht has no contact with his family. He wears a mask so as not to be recognized as a member of his family, which would bring possible shame, or worse, retaliation, to his mother and father.
Pets: Vasht has several plants in his home. He usually prefers flowers over any other kind of plant,and takes care of them diligently.
Brief History: Vasht had a rich upbringing in Atash'Sera, being the eldest son of a well known line of healers and herbalists. Despite the small fortune that his parents amassed, he was not spoiled, as his parents pushed him very hard to follow their careers. He seemed to be one of the rare elves who didn't have a connection to magic, as his arcane awakening came at a much later age than usual. That, however, wasn't exactly true.
Vasht knew from a young age that his magical calling was blood magic. However, that was not a talent that he believed he would be allowed to nurture, considering his strict parenting. He still practiced it, a lot, which made him look even paler and sick.
Naturally, this eventually led to his parents finding out about it. As part of the massive fight that followed, Vasht left his home and vowed never to return to Atash'Sera of his own will. Being very knowledgeable in dealing with the body and its treatment, he found work as a mortician, a profession he still practices partially.
Currently, however, Vasht mostly works as a necromancer for the empire, as well as a scholar and doctor for some of the richest lords of Auriel, as some of the necromancers of the empire often do. "If they're willing to handle and raise the dead for a living, there's little they won't do" seems to be the general consensus when it comes to necromancers working for the empire. Being a sstiba and an undesirable, Vasht decided to wear an ivory mask as part of his attire, firstly only for his work, but eventually it became a permanent part of his wardrobe. He looks too much like his mother, and is afraid someone would make the connection, which would bring nothing but sadness to his family.
- Somewhat skilled in medicine and herbalism, even though he hasn't been studying it as diligently as he once have.
- Pities people who don't use any form of magic, considering them to be "blind in a world of visual exuberance" Likewise, Vasht often tries topush magic users to develop their magic.
- His work attire consists of an ivory mask, a decorated shoulder cover, a tunic with one short sleeve and one long sleeve, the short sleeve ending just below the elbow, allowing access to his exposed forearm, black pants and black shoes.
- Mostly avoided by people, for having "a weird aura"
- Appreciates most forms of fine art, specially music and paintings.
- Never drinks, as he believes it "taints the blood". Likewise, doesn't smoke, and abides by a very strict diet.
- Loves working on his magic, all aspects of it, more than one would expect.
Vasht was finally back home to his flowers, his little piece of the Atash'Mora. As usual, he watered them before taking a bath, figuring the flowers needed their nutrients more than he needed to cleanse the smell of death from his body. He saw a lot of himself on them, living beings lead away from their home because of their exuberance, doomed to a shorter life than their bretheren.
Atash made you this way, made you so that you're wanted far away from home. You have... features that others desire of you. It's why you're here,and not in the woods where you blossomed. And I'll try to take care of you, but weboth know you can't survive long in this climate.
Vasht opted for taking the vases to the bathroom, placing them around the bathtub. There he sat, surrounded by the flowers that reminded him of home, as he cleansed himself. At times like this, he wishes he was more like his father, and had an appetite for wine.
(Yeah I'm making a city guy D: I hope I still get a chance to RP him a bit though