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Setting
World: Tyria (Guild Wars 2)
Background: Sylvari adoptee
Culture: Grove Sylvari, trying to reconnect with his Orrian heritage
Languages: Krytan, bits of Orrian
Bio:
Name: Zalval
Class: Necromancer (Reaper specialisation)
Race: Human (with some Sylvari weirdness)
Age: 35
Station: Hero
Affiliations: The Grove, The Order of Whispers, The Pact, Dragon’s Watch
Appearance:
Eye colour: Red
Hair colour: White
Hairstyle: Long and wavy, typically kept in a high ponytail
Build: Very slim and lithe
Height: 5”
Scars: Extensive burn scars up his right arm and right torso. A large scar running diagonally from his left shoulder to right hip, from a slash that should have killed him. (It did. He got better.) A scar just above his heart from an arrow. A myriad of lesser scars and marks from his campaigns against the Elder Dragons and other entities
Tattoos and Jewellery: A deathly blue-green stylised swirls of mist running all the way up his left arm. On his back, he has an old Orrian poem written in Orrian script.
Traits:
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Grenth
Favoured weapons: Greatsword
Skills: Necromancy, dragon slaying, dragon raising, dragon riding, raptor riding, identity theft, military and combat tactics
Personality: He has the curiosity of a sylvari, and is a generally kind person, though the ten years of fighting elder dragons and other threats to Tyria has worn on him, leaving him beginning to experience burnout, as well as being saddled with more than enough trauma and grief. Despite this, he remains loyal and protective of his friends and adoptive family. With Tyria safe from potential world-ending threats, he finally feels as though he can just relax, and not feel as though he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. For now.
World: Tyria (Guild Wars 2)
Background: Sylvari adoptee
Culture: Grove Sylvari, trying to reconnect with his Orrian heritage
Languages: Krytan, bits of Orrian
Bio:
Name: Zalval
Class: Necromancer (Reaper specialisation)
Race: Human (with some Sylvari weirdness)
Age: 35
Station: Hero
Affiliations: The Grove, The Order of Whispers, The Pact, Dragon’s Watch
Appearance:
Eye colour: Red
Hair colour: White
Hairstyle: Long and wavy, typically kept in a high ponytail
Build: Very slim and lithe
Height: 5”
Scars: Extensive burn scars up his right arm and right torso. A large scar running diagonally from his left shoulder to right hip, from a slash that should have killed him. (It did. He got better.) A scar just above his heart from an arrow. A myriad of lesser scars and marks from his campaigns against the Elder Dragons and other entities
Tattoos and Jewellery: A deathly blue-green stylised swirls of mist running all the way up his left arm. On his back, he has an old Orrian poem written in Orrian script.
Traits:
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Grenth
Favoured weapons: Greatsword
Skills: Necromancy, dragon slaying, dragon raising, dragon riding, raptor riding, identity theft, military and combat tactics
Personality: He has the curiosity of a sylvari, and is a generally kind person, though the ten years of fighting elder dragons and other threats to Tyria has worn on him, leaving him beginning to experience burnout, as well as being saddled with more than enough trauma and grief. Despite this, he remains loyal and protective of his friends and adoptive family. With Tyria safe from potential world-ending threats, he finally feels as though he can just relax, and not feel as though he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. For now.
