Username:Tanimeso AKA TehBox
Character Name: Adrias Lodoss
Character Race: Drow
Character Age: 467
Character Gender: Male
Character Height: 6'2
Character Weight: 175
Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Character Occupation / Trade: Weapons Smith
Personality: Reclusive
Character Race Traits:
Better then average physical traits. Strength,agility,speed,stamina. the general elven works.
Excellent Night Vision
Keen hearing.
Moderate Magic resistance (going by dnd experience here)
Current Leveling Points LP:
Current Level: [Novice] {Nobody}
Description of Appearance:
Skill Set: Warrior
Weapons/armor/items Carried:
Smithing hammer (as see in photo)
assorted smithing supplies such as iron, copper, some gold to ply his trade.
Food
Drink
traveling cloak
a buckler for defense.
Signature Moves:
Shadow Ball - Calling upon his races dark heritage, Adrias forms a visually impenetrable ball of darkness. Any who cross into the globe will find their sight robbed from them until the spell dissipates or until they leave the globe.
Shattering Blow - Centuries of metal work has gifted Adrias with a fine eye for crafting wonder items, but also honed his art in breaking them. Calling forth the dark spirits of his drow heritage, Adrias enchants his own hammer, allowing him to cause significant damage to weapons and armor upon impact, whether they be enchanted or not.
Background Story:
Adrias Lodoss, born of low standing and no name, taken from the pits of the dregs, brought up in the ways of the honored Blacksmith. This in a sense, sums up the life of Adrias up to the last great war. In that time, so long ago, Adrias decided that he would promise to never again perform his craft of forging. For in performing his craft, it would only end up as yet another tool of war. For all the potential these great gifts had, the races of the short lived and mortal could only see the destructive benefits. Time and time again he witnessed horrors and atrocities that far outweighed any good that his craft may have brought unto the world. Having had enough of seeing his craft abused under the notions of 'peace', he secluded himself into a hermit life in the vast deserts, only ever venturing out when he felt the need to update himself on the current times every few decades.
Character Name: Adrias Lodoss
Character Race: Drow
Character Age: 467
Character Gender: Male
Character Height: 6'2
Character Weight: 175
Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Character Occupation / Trade: Weapons Smith
Personality: Reclusive
Character Race Traits:
Better then average physical traits. Strength,agility,speed,stamina. the general elven works.
Excellent Night Vision
Keen hearing.
Moderate Magic resistance (going by dnd experience here)
Current Leveling Points LP:
Current Level: [Novice] {Nobody}
Description of Appearance:
Skill Set: Warrior
Weapons/armor/items Carried:
Smithing hammer (as see in photo)
assorted smithing supplies such as iron, copper, some gold to ply his trade.
Food
Drink
traveling cloak
a buckler for defense.
Signature Moves:
Shadow Ball - Calling upon his races dark heritage, Adrias forms a visually impenetrable ball of darkness. Any who cross into the globe will find their sight robbed from them until the spell dissipates or until they leave the globe.
Shattering Blow - Centuries of metal work has gifted Adrias with a fine eye for crafting wonder items, but also honed his art in breaking them. Calling forth the dark spirits of his drow heritage, Adrias enchants his own hammer, allowing him to cause significant damage to weapons and armor upon impact, whether they be enchanted or not.
Background Story:
Adrias Lodoss, born of low standing and no name, taken from the pits of the dregs, brought up in the ways of the honored Blacksmith. This in a sense, sums up the life of Adrias up to the last great war. In that time, so long ago, Adrias decided that he would promise to never again perform his craft of forging. For in performing his craft, it would only end up as yet another tool of war. For all the potential these great gifts had, the races of the short lived and mortal could only see the destructive benefits. Time and time again he witnessed horrors and atrocities that far outweighed any good that his craft may have brought unto the world. Having had enough of seeing his craft abused under the notions of 'peace', he secluded himself into a hermit life in the vast deserts, only ever venturing out when he felt the need to update himself on the current times every few decades.
