[Szerath]

Full Name: Szerath D'Vui
Nicknames: ...

Biographical:

Level: 69
Class: Conjurer
RP Power: Dependent upon the situation

Race: Dark Elf
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Mid winter
Age: Appears to be young adult Tier'dal
Hair: Bone white
Skin: Deep indigo
Eyes: Jet black
Height: 5'8
Weight: 137 lbs

Place of Residence: Unkown
Place of Birth: Neriak, Commons

Relatives: none (that he's aware of)
Enemies: Many and varied-- Zundt is a long-standing nemesis of sorts
Allies: Fairly self-reliant, though recently more active within Bloodthorn

Occupation: Self-employed

Apperance: Szerath often wears a crimson and obsidian robe with a white porcelain mask. When his physical features are exposed, he appears to be a young, somewhat gaunt Tier'dal. His hair is a stark bone white that falls in chaotic strands around his thin shoulders and slightly sunken eyes. Szerath's fingers are long and dexterous, somewhat oddly so. This Tier'dal's features are angled and sharp, giving him a very sinister air when grinning.

Fashion of Choice: Finely stitched silk robes, often black and red with strange Sishar symbols adorning the hem and collar.
Armor of Choice: Arcane wards, chunks of rock swirling about his form
Weapons of Choice: Elemental minions, fire spells, alchemy vials

Special Abilities: None advertised

Personality:

Alignment: Neutral Evil
Motivations: Torment/Hedonism
Disposition: Anxious/Contemptuous
Outlook: Secretive


Sexuality: Well hidden, whatever it may be.

Positive Personality Traits: Ambitious, clever, polite (usually), generous
Negative Personality Traits: Sadistic, paranoid, compulsive, sycophantic
Misc. Quirks: Twitches from time to time, often finds the need to cover himself in obscuring clothing.

Affiliations:

Guild: Sigils
Guild Rank: ...
Faction: Dread Guard
Faction: Academy of Arcane Science
Faction: Court of Blades
Faction: The Dead

Interests:

Likes: Studying, scribing, torture, violence in general (from a distance, preferably), tobacco
Dislikes: Sunlight, religious sanctimony, slavery (go figure)

Favorite Foods: Never really seen eating anything
Favorite Drinks: Vodka with ice
Favorite Colors: Black, Crimson, Violet

Hobbies: Getting involved in other people's affairs, tormenting perceived enemies (or anyone unlucky enough to perk his interest), pretending to have an identity and sense of culture

Details:

Played by What Famous Person: Willem Dafoe

Theme Songs: Tool-- Lateralus, Marilyn Manson-- Sweet Dreams (cover), Justice-- DVNO

He's quicker than most, and too curious for my liking. What right do men have, to prod and poke at things that are better left hidden? They assume so much and know so little, all the while acting as if this scares people. And should it? What is behind his mask, anyway. Flesh that is half eaten away? A pale face? Ugliness? Or maybe he just thinks it makes him all the more ominous.

I'll watch him, nevertheless. Szerath already knows something that even I had forgotten, and for all the dramatic show, possessing a shadow even Luclin would be proud of.

He should learn to be more subtle. There are so many hunters in this world that would shoot down birds which fly too close.

Much can be said about Szerath, and many more can be thought of. For what he truly stands for, is just a image at most. The very image which all hold a avatar of sorts. A defence to the very being which stands, and moves for whatever reason their accord may entwine. Yes, I have spoken to Szerath, but never in detail. I hold my intrigue and tongue for such matters, at times it is best kept in detail to the eyes and ears of privacy.

It seems a few patron's know him all the better, the grand scheme of matters soon to flow to each word they share. I am granted such if I wish to speak to him, altough I hear he has become ill of sorts. As Grand Inquisitor, perhaps I shall have a word with him. One Tier'Dal to another, of course.

[Sila]

Szerath...others in the inn have been kind to me but apart from Duvessa helping me take off my collar, he is the only patron to actually help me. He's done something for me I didnt know possible..he's solved a problem I never thought could be fixed, two actually. I allowed his touch, and for the first time, I didnt cringe away. Such a curious man, I feel like there is much for me to learn about him. Not the least being pleasure from a single touch...

I do not know Szerath well. That being said, I am ever curious to see what his real agenda is behind his mask...

Szerath is a mixture of sounds. He has cold, cruel edges, and a sense of humor that bites like a serpent. Yet he has brought Sila out of the shell of her fear. Does he have a softer side that he chooses to hide behind that mask of his?

Why does he wear that mask, anyway?


Masquerade!Seething shadows, breathing lies . . .Masquerade!You can fool any friend who ever knew you!Masquerade!Leering satyrs, peering eyes . . .Masquerade!Run and hide - but a face will still pursue you!...Masquerade!Paper faces on parade!Masquerade!Hide your face, so the world will never find you!

Masquerade - Phantom of the Opera

[Szerath]

"And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks."-When the man comes around, Johnny Cash.

Certainly someone I would like to have oweing me a favor.

Some part of me thinks I know him from another place, another time. I am not sure where and when, though. Before he took ill, he was a skilled bounty hunter, and he seems devoted to his job, once a contract is made. I have tried to help some with his current... illness, but it is mostly beyond my power.And with time, and knowing him.... he's become my Dark Prince. One of the few males every to get so close to me. Words cannot easily describe the feelings I have for him, not so much from a relationship, as from chemistry. It's eerie sometimes. I think of him as a kind of a rare friend, sharing a bond with me I only have with a few others, like Linan, Vhash, and Scythen.

*Her hand writing is a mere scribble with some Maj'dulian influence. Leaving faint traces of gold flecks on the paper* Mysterious, intriquing, Startling, Terrifying, Brillant, Gentle, Honest, Endearing. This..Being with so many faces is Amazin' to me. He scares the demons right out of me, yet sets me free. And we've only spoken briefly..But. He's touched my soul, if there is such a thing..An' no other has ever gotten near it before...And it's horrifies me.

Very few men (or women) have the power to arouse my curiosity. Fewer still have the ability to bring out nervousness in me. I am usually unfazed by the machinations of mortals, because I have seen a great deal in my years, and I have little patience for it.

Despite this, Szerath has both of these qualities in abundance. He is an enigma, and one I have decided I would like to sort out. His mask is fascinating, as I believe it reveals as much as it conceals about him. He also has the distinction of never being afraid of me, which few men do. So far as I can tell from his scent and his posture, I do not even arouse discomfort in him, which is strange. Most men cringe from one who embraces the beast, because they sense an unpredictable predator, and want no part of it. Szerath, by contrast... Flirts.

Yes, I have decided I wish to know more. We will see what he thinks about that.

*sits back, pursing her lips in a rare not-smile* Szerath? I haven't seen him in a long time. The yarner in me thinks maybe whatever motive force was holding him together just...dissipated. Went home. They say energy never really dies, right? It just changes.

Still, you know, I kind of miss him. He was a good mystery.