Post by Marchelute Bloodbane on Apr 30, 2008 21:54:57 GMT -5
Marchelute’s Profile
Screen Name: Marchelute
RP Name: Marchelute Bloodbane
Race: Blood Elf
Age: 32 (or whatever the elf equivalent of that is)
Gender: Male
Class: Warlock
Professions/Skills: Tailoring and Enchanting
Allegiance: Netherbright Regiment
Physical Description: Having spent much of his life indoors studying magic, Marchelute’s skin is very pale, to the point that it has called his health into question. Coupled with the layers of robes he wears when he is outdoors, his skin tone rarely deepens to any significant degree. His long silken hair is just as pale, though whether it’s his natural color or a side effect of his pacts with demons and wielding of Fel magic, no one can really tell. His eye color is typical of his race: a softly glowing emerald green, augmented by the twinkling of madness and ambition. Marchelute is tall and slender, and while his talents lie primarily with magic and rely on demons for protection, he is not physically weak, but average for his age, height and weight. However, his skill in melee combat understandably leaves much, much to be desired, so he likewise stays as far out of melee range as he can until the enemy is neutralized. Numerous scars, both from battle and from self-inflicted wounds, mar his body.
Personality: In a nutshell, Marchelute is selfish, devious, ruthless, cruel, and ever so delightfully mad. He adores pain – both inflicting it and receiving it. He has a nigh insatiable lust for bloodshed, battle, and power, but remains careful and wary about how he quenches his thirst, fully aware of what fate awaits him if he loses control completely.
Devoted to his dark craft - if only as a means to bring pain upon others - he seems to exude corruption and darkness. That isn’t to say he’s unpleasant to be around, assuming you’re not staring him down from the opposite side of a battlefield or being gnawed on by his demon slaves. He is generally very polite and respectful when speaking to others he regards as equals and/or superiors, though the wicked gleam in his emerald eyes always seems to hint toward ulterior motives. He does have a habit of coming off as arrogant or condescending, especially when he speaks to those he regards as being inferior.
Marchelute is intelligent and cunning, taking great pleasure in weaving intricate webs of deceit to trap his enemies. Though he takes even greater pleasure (some may say too much) in breaking his foes, employing cruel and inhumane torture techniques, and all the while grinning like a man insane. At the very least, it makes him perfect for extracting useful information from a captured enemy scout, or a betrayer from within.
While his behaviors and fetishes may call his loyalty into question at times, so long as his and his companions’ goals remain the same, it’s safe to assume he will wont be stabbing you in the back.
Background: Undisclosed. (Because I have not finished writing it yet! >.> )
Screen Name: Marchelute
RP Name: Marchelute Bloodbane
Race: Blood Elf
Age: 32 (or whatever the elf equivalent of that is)
Gender: Male
Class: Warlock
Professions/Skills: Tailoring and Enchanting
Allegiance: Netherbright Regiment
Physical Description: Having spent much of his life indoors studying magic, Marchelute’s skin is very pale, to the point that it has called his health into question. Coupled with the layers of robes he wears when he is outdoors, his skin tone rarely deepens to any significant degree. His long silken hair is just as pale, though whether it’s his natural color or a side effect of his pacts with demons and wielding of Fel magic, no one can really tell. His eye color is typical of his race: a softly glowing emerald green, augmented by the twinkling of madness and ambition. Marchelute is tall and slender, and while his talents lie primarily with magic and rely on demons for protection, he is not physically weak, but average for his age, height and weight. However, his skill in melee combat understandably leaves much, much to be desired, so he likewise stays as far out of melee range as he can until the enemy is neutralized. Numerous scars, both from battle and from self-inflicted wounds, mar his body.
Personality: In a nutshell, Marchelute is selfish, devious, ruthless, cruel, and ever so delightfully mad. He adores pain – both inflicting it and receiving it. He has a nigh insatiable lust for bloodshed, battle, and power, but remains careful and wary about how he quenches his thirst, fully aware of what fate awaits him if he loses control completely.
Devoted to his dark craft - if only as a means to bring pain upon others - he seems to exude corruption and darkness. That isn’t to say he’s unpleasant to be around, assuming you’re not staring him down from the opposite side of a battlefield or being gnawed on by his demon slaves. He is generally very polite and respectful when speaking to others he regards as equals and/or superiors, though the wicked gleam in his emerald eyes always seems to hint toward ulterior motives. He does have a habit of coming off as arrogant or condescending, especially when he speaks to those he regards as being inferior.
Marchelute is intelligent and cunning, taking great pleasure in weaving intricate webs of deceit to trap his enemies. Though he takes even greater pleasure (some may say too much) in breaking his foes, employing cruel and inhumane torture techniques, and all the while grinning like a man insane. At the very least, it makes him perfect for extracting useful information from a captured enemy scout, or a betrayer from within.
While his behaviors and fetishes may call his loyalty into question at times, so long as his and his companions’ goals remain the same, it’s safe to assume he will wont be stabbing you in the back.
Background: Undisclosed. (Because I have not finished writing it yet! >.> )