Have you read the Guild Laws?: Yes
Do you agree to abide by the Guild Laws?: Would be my pleasure to.
Character Name : Irrien
Character Class : Rogue
Character Level : 100
Player Age (18+) : 30
Most Recent Guild : Aethlvohl Tailoring Company
Requested Role : Chaser/Brawler
Character Notes :
It's nothing new to see a man skulking about the shadows, his features concealed by a hood and mask. At first glance the one called Irrien would appear no different than the average ruffian, but a closer inspection reveals a different tale.
The leathers that cover most of his form appeared exceptionally well-kept, bordering on ornate despite his well-traveled boots. When standing in the light, his posture is rigid and upright, almost noble in bearing, and every movement is performed with an seemingly effortless, dancer's grace.
Removing his mask reveals the tanned skin of a man in his early to mid 30's, with sharp avian features and high cheekbones framed by rich auburn hair that falls just below his shoulders. Deep-set amber eyes peer out from beneath sculpted brows with curiosity and intelligence, and a faint smile seems to ever tug at the corners of his lips. His speech, while mostly formal in its low tenor, is somewhat of an oddity - hinting at a less than typical upbringing.
Perhaps most notably, a pair of jeweled daggers hung from his belt. A gleaming ruby is embedded into the hilt of the one on his right hip and a sparkling sapphire in the one on his left.
Such a man cannot remain idle for long, for there's always the hunt - for the next employer as much as the next target. Whispers have reached his ear of such an organization, with like-minded individuals and opportunities like no other. One cannot help but be drawn to investigate, yes?
Do you agree to abide by the Guild Laws?: Would be my pleasure to.
Character Name : Irrien
Character Class : Rogue
Character Level : 100
Player Age (18+) : 30
Most Recent Guild : Aethlvohl Tailoring Company
Requested Role : Chaser/Brawler
Character Notes :
It's nothing new to see a man skulking about the shadows, his features concealed by a hood and mask. At first glance the one called Irrien would appear no different than the average ruffian, but a closer inspection reveals a different tale.
The leathers that cover most of his form appeared exceptionally well-kept, bordering on ornate despite his well-traveled boots. When standing in the light, his posture is rigid and upright, almost noble in bearing, and every movement is performed with an seemingly effortless, dancer's grace.
Removing his mask reveals the tanned skin of a man in his early to mid 30's, with sharp avian features and high cheekbones framed by rich auburn hair that falls just below his shoulders. Deep-set amber eyes peer out from beneath sculpted brows with curiosity and intelligence, and a faint smile seems to ever tug at the corners of his lips. His speech, while mostly formal in its low tenor, is somewhat of an oddity - hinting at a less than typical upbringing.
Perhaps most notably, a pair of jeweled daggers hung from his belt. A gleaming ruby is embedded into the hilt of the one on his right hip and a sparkling sapphire in the one on his left.
Such a man cannot remain idle for long, for there's always the hunt - for the next employer as much as the next target. Whispers have reached his ear of such an organization, with like-minded individuals and opportunities like no other. One cannot help but be drawn to investigate, yes?