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"Many years ago, the ancient line of Kings who ruled the land of Aleris were both immortal and ageless. There was no definite reason as to why the royal blood of Aleris developed this characteristic of eternal youth. However, it was not without great sacrifice that the Kings obtained their immortality..."

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Bansca_DeepSinger

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  • Joined: Tue Jul 29, 2008 11:30 pm
  • Last visited: Sun May 31, 2015 2:14 am
  • Total posts: 12 - Search user’s posts [ 0.24% of all posts / 0.00 posts per day ]
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  • Level: 30
  • Experience: 32282
  • Primary Class: Adventurer
  • Secondary Class: Undecided
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  • Hit Points: 55
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  • Age: 28 years
  • Race: Other
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  • Physical Features:
    The hood of his cloak was down, so one would see an incredibly handsome Half-Sylvan Elf, whose head was crowned with a luxuriant mane of coppery locks which were braided intricately in a neat herringbone braid down his back. And those enchanting eyes, were as green as newly polished emeralds, and just as vibrant, yet within them, there was a certain haunted look. A darkness. The darkness of a man who's heart was filled with much sorrow. A tortured soul. He was a young man who has seen much death and sights no man should see. In the last few months, once vibrant eyes have darkened to a more dark green.

    He was about 6'2 in height, had a lean figure, and weighed a modest 165 pounds normally. He could probably be best described as having a medium build, cause he wasn't the size of a Barbarian, that was for sure. He was a clean-shaven man most of the time. From the looks of him, he looked to be no more then twenty-seven.

    His cloak, was a deep midnight blue, with silver trim along the edges of it, and it was held closed by a silver clasp, in the design of the symbol for Mother Earth. Beneath the full length hooded cloak, he would be seen wearing a pair of black form-fitting comfortable leather pants, along with a white poet's shirt, and a black sleeveless tunic with silver trim. The man was usually always well dressed. Black leather boots, appearing somewhat worn out from his extensive travels, encased muscular legs.

    Around his waist, one will see that he carries two finely crafted scimitars, and a couple daggers, as well as several pouches upon his belt. Upon his right hand, he wore a ring of some sort. Perhaps a friend had given it to him, or maybe he had found it, none knew but him. On his left hand he wore his wedding band, and around his neck he wore a special amulet given to him personally by his previous Goddess, and another given to him by the Goddess he now served. One was in the shape of an ancient oak and appeared to resemble the tree of Life. The other was a ruby pendant.

    In his quiver he carried the staff which his lovely wife hand-crafted for him, and at his side followed his loyal familiar Kit, a large female panther. Upon his right shoulder sat Angel, a juvenile Snowy Owl. Upon his back one will see that he carries a composite longbow with a full quiver of arrows, as well as a spear that some how fits into the quiver along with his staff and a scythe.

    Pushing the door open, he walked into the pub. Sometimes he rides a handsome black stallion whose mane and tail flowed in the wind like banners. The saddle was dark brown, and the saddle blanket was dark blue and forest green. Seemed the man's and the horse's outfits were made to blend into the natural surroundings of the forests. What he didn't carry, was upon his horse, either in the saddle bags, or strapped into place. It seemed everything he owned, could be easily carried, thus easily moved at a moment's notice when he had to travel.

    He has a brown colored llama for a companion, who he has to carry things for him at times. She carries his possessions when he has to travel long distances. Especially items in which he can't fit onto his horse. Upon the back of the Llama, one will find several packs. One holding some precious items, the rest are full of other things.

    Tattoos: Tattoos of a wolf adorned his right shoulder, an eagle soaring was upon the left one. A little below that was a forest scene with a rearing unicorn. Straight across from it, a depiction of a Pegasus. Then on his entire back from the shoulder blades down, a full tattoo of a phoenix and a dragon locking talons. Winding around his right arm, a depiction of a bear, on the other arm was a tattoo of a scorpion looking ready to strike. Upon his stomach and chest were more tattoos: A sunburst design, which he had gotten from a Fire Fae, covered most of his chest and abdomen.

    Battle-scars had recently covered his old body, but in this new body, which perfectly resembled the old one, he had no scars. He only looked a little leaner in his present body than he had in his old scarred up body.

Background

Bansca's mother, Lady SwanSong, is a wood-elf and a ranger. His father, Alberich, is a Human druid. Bansca is an incredibly handsome, witty and charming lad who is currently a special envoy (and occasional spy) for the Grand Druid. He travels the world (using his teleport ring) keeping an eye on things and reporting back regularly to his master.

He is resigned to the fact that he will never achieve greatness in the druidic hierarchy, and he has a wonderful singing career to console him. Bansca often pretends to be just a Bard, especially when on a mission where being a druid is unhealthy. He is always cheerful, and will start singing at the slightest provocation. Among the allies on which he can call at need is Khementh, an Old Bronze Dragon who lives on an island off the coast, and is an ally of the sea-elves.
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