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(Retired 2 win, 3 loss, 1392gp, 9100xp) - At first
glance there is nothing remarkable about this quiet
and unassuming young man, always standing apart from
the crowd, watching intently. Tall and gaunt, he wears
his armor uncomfortably, and nervously picks at the
hilt of his sword. Few men can boast ever having a
conversation with him. If pressed, one word answers
are given; if too many are asked, they are ignored.
But, on occasion, some external event may force a
malicious jeer from those thin squalid lips startling
those nearby. Not for its cleverness, but for its
cold intensity.
- Aldrosia has the green eyes of a high elf, but her
skin is slightly grey due to some family history of
some grey elves. She has beautiful blonde hair that
flows down to her shoulders. With a magical heart,
she can be as fierce as a badger or as gentle as a
summer rain.
- Aoshi is a human man with a slender, yet athletic
body. His body is covered with finely chiseled muscles,
sculpted from constant use. His appearance is said
to be elegant and beautiful but is far more than that.
His skin has a golden shimmer to it, which enhances
his other characteristics. His sharp emerald green
eyes take in everything around him, always calculating
and forever aware, yet they hold a paternal gentleness.
His enemies, on the other hand, have only gazed upon
the coldest and hardest stare imaginable, which, it
is said, seemingly delves into your very soul. His
head is shaved bald with the exception of a top knot
of silk-like jet black hair which falls between his
shoulderblades and ends, attached by a green ribbon,
at the small of his back. Aoshi also has a long, thin
mustache, again jet black, which falls from his upper
lip to the bottom of his jaw. The head of a green
dragon tatoo, same color as his eyes and ribbon, starts
from his right eye, and goes around the back of his
neck and over his left shoulder, across the middle
of his chest onlt to curl up at his navel.
- This happy go lucky gnome is
a bit of a prankster, who enjoys a strong ale and
a hearty laugh. Dressed in a cap. coat and vest he
looks more like he is heading out to down a few at
the local pub, rather than risk his life in Torgal's
Pit. A great fan of the pits himself, he decided to
compete against these seasoned killers on a friendly
wager with some drinking buddies.
- Calathra is a halfling from the far
reaches of Rashemen. She has a wild look about her
and her piercing blue eyes seem unsettling... some
how not quite natural. She is a fierce warrior with
an intense love for her tribe... even though she was
outcast from it. Now fighting in the Pit she earns
a living in order to help support her tribe, unknown
to them.
(Retired 5 win, 3 loss, 2160gp,
10650xp) - Craningar is a solidly built human male.
Armed in completely black armor his hair and eyes
lend to the aura of evil and death as they are both
jet black. Rumours surround this individual and many
people say that Craningar killed a Paladin while he
slept in order to apease his dark god Bane. Craningar
is a ruthless killer and it would be wise for all
to avoid him.
- Crucibal is one of the most disturbing
sights to have crossed your path recently. Every visible
inch of his bald flesh is crawling in smooth burn-scars,
and his eyes are a uniform coal-black. He is dressed
in simple dark red and orange robes, from under which
the occasional clink of metal armour can be heard.
Coiled around his body is a large spiked chain with
a reddish cast to the metal. If this occasionally
causes pain to the dwarf, he seems to accept it as
part of wearing the weapon. A cynical smirk seems
permanently etched onto his horrific face, as his
dark eyes survey the proceedings in the Pit with smouldering
menace.
(Retired 4 win, 6 loss, 2095gp,
10750xp) - Crwag is a hobgoblin, a rather disgusting
hobgoblin. Covered in deep red body hair he wears
only a ragged loin cloth and swatches of yellow, orange,
and red paints. His bare flesh is covered in crude
tattoos of faces. Faces of creatures he claims to
have defeated and eaten. Crwag is very unclean. His
body soiled and often smelling of his own waste. His
long red body hair is tangled and matted in most areas.
The area near his eyes has been cut away crudely,
leaving a bare area around his face. This area is
also covered in tattoos. His feet are bare with soles
thick as rhino hide, his body heavy, his legs strong.
- Dairon Gold is a young man, barely into
his twenties, whose talents in the magical arts qualify
him for combat in the Pit. Extremely intelligent,
determined, and a bit arrogant, but poor, Dairon wants
to fight in the arena both to practice his magic and
raise enough gold, eventually, to pay for apprenticeship
under a powerful magus. Ivan Zagad has taken the young
student under his wing, among other things loaning
him money to purchase equipment. However, it appears
that Dairon is no apprentice of Ivan Zagad's, at least
at this time...
- Dextel's white colored suit of
Chainmail contours his muscled body and is adorned
with many symbols of his God. His fair face holds
his bright blue eyes and is framed by long blonde
curls that are never hidden by helmets. On occasion
one can see a light shining in his eyes, the love
for life he holds so dear. In the preservation of
life, gloveless hands weild twin Maces normaly stored
in special sheaths on his back in the form of an X.
(Retired 4 win,
6 loss, 1915gp, 9400xp) - Dis Loveth is a rather tall
dwarf. His stark white hair is pulled back into a
ponytail and his beard is well trimmed. His demenor
is that of someone who has spent a long time searching
and has yet to find what he desires. An aura of rage
surrounds him but looking in his eyes you see a constant
struggle to contain that anger and use if for something
better. Dis Loveth has been charged with protecting
the clerical staff in the Pit.
- Cloaked and hooded in a long, flowing coarsely spun
black robe, Flegmar the Ravenous, stands just over
6 feet tall. The prognathic lizard-like jaw, lined
with razor sharp teeth, which project beyond the cowl
and his long muscular tail trailing from underneath
along with the distinctive stench which emanates from
him, reveal his Troglodyte heritage. Although Flegmar
often seems to talking to himself and lost in thoughts
only he can decipher, his eyes speak of his love for
battle …. and the flesh of his enemies.
- Kaemne stands tall for a wood elf,
at nearly six feet in height. His black tunic and
dark boots disguise the burnished chainmail covering
his chest and also hide the dulled blade of his slim
greatsword, hung in a sheath on his back. His dark
hair, streaked with a light rusty colour, contrasts
his pale skin. A light grey scar runs from his forehead
through his hair, the mark of an old burn wound, displayed
with contempt. He holds himself regally, arrogantly,
confidently, and does not mix with the other occupants
of the Pit. Mostly silent, when pressured he answers
slyly with his quick wit, or not at all.
- Legus Metren is a man looking not unlike any other,
perhaps the most mundane of the pit's inhabitants.
With brown hair as well as eyes, he prides himself
in the prowess of blade and wit. Before coming to
the pit, he was an "adventurer" (aka raider)
of various lands, trying to get the best of those
he could meet. He almost met a sorry end when unkowingly
selecting one of Torgal's merchant stands. Fortunately,
he was able to sacrifice his freedom instead of his
life. Standing a full six feet tall, he does not particularly
like fighting in the pit, but the crowds exhilerate
him. Anything to increase his popularity. Eventually
he wishes to escape the pits, but not quite yet. He
likes to gain allies instead of enemies, and is wary
of magic of all kinds.
- Matsu Akahito stands five feet seven inches tall
and is 170 pounds of muscle. His black hair is tied
neatly into a knot at the back of his head. When he
looks at you, you can feel his hazel eyes burn into
you. In the arena, he wears partial armor and traveling
clothes. Akahito carries an ornate katana and wakizashi
at his side. He looks ready to go at all times. A
yellow sash with a stylized lion design is tied to
the outside of his armour to signify that he is part
of the lion clan.
(Retired 4 win, 5 loss, 1 tie, 2192gp, 9950xp) - Although
he may have an average look to him there is no mistaking
him for someone destinied for greatness. Melquiades
was born to entertain a crowd and that is exactly
what he does when fighting in the Pit. Few can deny
that his prowess in the arena extends far beyond his
combat skills. With a tumble or song the crowd rallies
behind him to cheer him to victory. Rarely does he
let them down.
(Retired 1 win, 6 loss, 1009gp,
6550exp) - Nathaniel is a tall, lean and handsome
young man. His pale complextion, platinum hair and
icy blue eyes send unatural chills down the spine
of onlookers. He is in the Pit to gain skill in order
to pay vengenances upon the demons of his past. His
demeanor is always calm and his face always has the
signs of a smirk. Its hard to tell much about him
but his entire person radiates the chill of certain
death.
- A tall and graceful looking man
with beautiful blue eyes and unnaturally red hair
of surprising length. He keeps mostly to himself,
but though good at heart, acts arrogant and often
domineering towards all he meets. He can often be
found painting and appreciating any beauty in his
surroundings. He has a taste for beautiful art and
the beauty of nature above all, save for the beauty
of graceful movement in combat. He illustrates this
in striking displays of quick movement with his body,
fully dressed up in paint for combat.
- Rannos stands broad for a
dwarf, but has sunken shoulders and eyes to match.
His blue-black hair falls in ringlets about his distraught
features and his beard is unbound in a very un-dwarven
fashion about his jagged-toothed grin. Fighting bare-chested,
his allows his opponents and the crowd an unparalleled
view of the scars and welts which crisscross him entirely.
He wears only woolen breeches, and a spiked gauntlet
in the style of rending monstrous claw. Spears bristle
across his back, with the hilt of a might greatsword
protruding from them. Despite his fearsome appearance
however, he somehow invokes sympathy. It's his black
eyes. They seem to speak of something inside him;
long dead.
(Retired
2 win, 4 loss, 1590gp, 9250xp) - Shanna is an attractive
woman of twenty, with long brown hair tied in a ponytail.
She is fairly tall for a woman, lean and sturdy. Her
eyes are a piercing dark blue, and she never seems
to smile. Her robes tend to obscure most of her figure,
and any weapons she may possess. She is indeed mysterious,
and not to be taken lightly.
- Whisper, his name seems to fit perfectly as many
people are too afraid to talk about him aloud. He
is a lone figure, and not many have seen his features,
he has a taint of evil around him and if you look
at him straight in the eye, you can see his flaming
red eyes burning with hatred for all things except
for his 'friends', who he constantly babbles about.
His hair has a purplish tint and small horns seem
to protrude from his head. Truely he is the face of
evil.
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