Name: Arryk Felthas Shandris
Race: Drow
Age: Appears in his mid-twenties
Gender: Male
Weapon: Shadow dual katanas sheathed and slung on his back. A small knife strapped to his arm, and a dirk concealed in his boot.
Weakness: Weak to forms of light-magic due to racial statics. Can be goaded into a rage.
Magic: Dark magic to buff and enchant weapons, and minor healing.
Abilities: Can enchant an buff weapons with dark magic, and heal minor wounds.
Appearance: Arryk is 1.7m tall, with long, wispy white hair tied back with a black leather band. His skin is a deathly-white, with an almost blue tinge to it, even though he spends as much time in daylight as darkness. Intense silver-blue eyes full of wisdom and sorrow hide the memories of his tragic past. Yet beyond them one can see the flames of vengeance comsuming him on the inside. Due to training in not only swordsmanship, but in the martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, he has a fairly muscular build. He usually wears tight-fitting leather clothing that does not in anyway disable his movement. The suit is composed of a sleeveless shirt, and pants with a belt at his waist where he stores all of his items instead of disabling the use of a limb by carrying a sac. What he cannot keep slung on his back, hidden on various articles of clothing and on his belt is best left alone. On top of the black-leather top is a slightly heavier jacket of similar material with several concealed inner pockets. Although ideal for concealment of identity, Arryk finds cloaks heavy and cumbersome. He instead wears a hood attatched to his suit, along with a cloth tied around his lower face.
Personality: Arryk, despite his strong dislike of the dark Dah'kin, is sardonic and derisive, embittered by the dark years of his past. He dislikes the company of others, and feels that he is fully capable of accomplishing what needs to be done alone. His pride will not allow him to ask for help, or admit defeat. Unless a Dah'kin, whom which he would not hesitate to kill, Arryk prefers to win a duel by words. Much less messier in his opinion, and settles any score just as thoroughly. He is hard to impress, however when inspired, he can show true dedication and honor. He tends to stay uninvolved, and generally will keep a low profile unless challenged. However he has no problem in stating his own opinion on something, which often lands him into trouble. Although he usually maintains a cool, nonchalant demeanor, he may be goaded into a rage if one manages to ignite the fire brewing deep within him. The beast within is then revealed.
History: Once the son of a drow with fairly high status, since he was a child he questioned the ways of the drow. He was a maverick from the start, and brought shame to his clan. Sentenced with a death penalty by his own predecesors, he managed to escape with only his life. Although shame and sorrow ruled his feelings then, with time it changed. Living life the hard way, stealing for his food, avoiding thieves, and the loss of the value of life impacted him greatly. The old feelings were replaced by different ones; anger, rage, disgust, and most of all, and need for vengeance. In cold blood, he now he seeks his revenge against the dark race, and his ancestors. They had brought down this fate upon him, therefore they would pay. Under the cover of the shadows that were the life to the dark drows, Arryk used their weapon of evil against their own race. Fighting fire with fire. One by one, he traveled slaying any drows who happened to cross his path, indifferent to their age or sex. Although not his original intention, with time he had become more evil than the drows themselves. He could not turn back now, for no matter how many lives he took, he never felt satisfied. An unsatiatable hunger without passion. When he looks at his hands now, he sees blood on them. Whether it was the blood of innocent or evil had no meaning. It was the blood of the drows, and so long as he survived, he would not stop, for so long as he is alive, the debt remains unpaid. He is yet to find his father, the one he had first sought to kill. However he knows that one day, the confrontation shall come, and that shall be the day one will live, and the other die. (Strangely, he did not share the same hate towards the other races, in a live, and let live rule.)
Motto: Nothing tastes so sweet as revenge.

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