Serio'Calasar
Dec 3, 2015 23:27:26 GMT
Post by Rezima on Dec 3, 2015 23:27:26 GMT
Name: Serio'Calasar
Race: Elf
Age: 182
Height: 5'11
Weight: Medium
-General Description-
Serio is a bit of a pretty boy, even by elven standards, handsome(he believes), charming(debatable), and more than a little full of himself(established fact). He keeps his immaculately maintained black mane of hair swept back out of his deep amber coloured eyes and dresses in fashionable, yet practical clothes. One must always look their best, even(especially) during the zombie apocalypse, says Serio. A mage of many talents, he has even managed to find a way to keep his skin clean and silky smooth, despite the environment around him, 'a trade secret' he will say, often with an insufferable grin on his smug punchable face
-The Serious Story of Serio-
Serio was an elf born of of a rich family and rich tastes, in a city that neither deserved nor wanted him. This city especially didn't want his father, the source of much of of the corruption and greed in their little district of the city through his almost hilariously shady business dealings. After a deal gone wrong prompted a few of the district's inhabitants to vandalize the Calasar family home(with fire) out of spite and chase the greedy merchant out of town, young master Serio was left with a terrible choice. Continue his life of luxury with what little savings he had left until eventually joining the common rabble...or get a job.
And thus, with much disdain, Serio sought apprenticeship with the local wizarding guild, finally applying his meager amount of magical talent to something other than trying to impress random barflys. This particular arrangement lasted a surprising 7 months beforethey threw him out he quit of his own volition and chose to make his own way free of their strict rules.
Serio soon joined the very thing he had hoped to keep positioned perfectly under his upturned nose, the common rabble. This is not to say he became a proper hard working citizen of Sindara, no, Serio did what troubled youth's with a chip on their shoulder do best, he joined a gang. Several gangs really, as few could stand him for more than a few months before kicking to the curb, regardless of how useful his magic was for their various ventures. Serio would continue his awkward spiral into the criminal underground for several decades, pissing away any money he made on pretentious wines and women until the outbreak caused such things to become quite suddenly less important to him. It's good to have priorities.
Race: Elf
Age: 182
Height: 5'11
Weight: Medium
-General Description-
Serio is a bit of a pretty boy, even by elven standards, handsome(he believes), charming(debatable), and more than a little full of himself(established fact). He keeps his immaculately maintained black mane of hair swept back out of his deep amber coloured eyes and dresses in fashionable, yet practical clothes. One must always look their best, even(especially) during the zombie apocalypse, says Serio. A mage of many talents, he has even managed to find a way to keep his skin clean and silky smooth, despite the environment around him, 'a trade secret' he will say, often with an insufferable grin on his smug punchable face
-The Serious Story of Serio-
Serio was an elf born of of a rich family and rich tastes, in a city that neither deserved nor wanted him. This city especially didn't want his father, the source of much of of the corruption and greed in their little district of the city through his almost hilariously shady business dealings. After a deal gone wrong prompted a few of the district's inhabitants to vandalize the Calasar family home(with fire) out of spite and chase the greedy merchant out of town, young master Serio was left with a terrible choice. Continue his life of luxury with what little savings he had left until eventually joining the common rabble...or get a job.
And thus, with much disdain, Serio sought apprenticeship with the local wizarding guild, finally applying his meager amount of magical talent to something other than trying to impress random barflys. This particular arrangement lasted a surprising 7 months before
Serio soon joined the very thing he had hoped to keep positioned perfectly under his upturned nose, the common rabble. This is not to say he became a proper hard working citizen of Sindara, no, Serio did what troubled youth's with a chip on their shoulder do best, he joined a gang. Several gangs really, as few could stand him for more than a few months before kicking to the curb, regardless of how useful his magic was for their various ventures. Serio would continue his awkward spiral into the criminal underground for several decades, pissing away any money he made on pretentious wines and women until the outbreak caused such things to become quite suddenly less important to him. It's good to have priorities.
