::begins::
Hello and good day to you all, my name is Macabre.
::Macabre is a slender man, cloaked in a black hood, which is embroidered with red stitching, the insignias being skulls. About his person he carries a dagger made of volcanic glass. The serrated edge leads down to the pommel, which is sculpted expertly into vines, leading down into a rose. The blade, in its entirety, is black. Without the hood on, he looks somewhat normal, dressed in a simple leather armor, with shoulder length black hair, and piercing brown eyes.::
A bit about myself, I suppose you wish to know....I was raised in the City of Shadows, by a hermit who found me as a child. The city was torn in a mutiny against the King, after he executed a protester against public torture. The hermit, Glarnik, adopted me as his own, sending me to a small school for fighting, in which I soon excelled. Upon returning to my home I found Glarnik, dead. It has been my soul purpose since to discover Glarnik's killer.
::rubs a small ring with his thumb::
I don't intend to be any sort of quiet stay here in this land, I hope you are prepared.
Good day.
((OOC))— My name's Bryan, I'm a musician, poet, and artist. I enjoy classic literature, E.A Poe, Shakespeare, Frost, Saki...etc. Listen to heavy metal....yeah that's pretty much me but you don't care about hiim.
Hello and good day to you all, my name is Macabre.
::Macabre is a slender man, cloaked in a black hood, which is embroidered with red stitching, the insignias being skulls. About his person he carries a dagger made of volcanic glass. The serrated edge leads down to the pommel, which is sculpted expertly into vines, leading down into a rose. The blade, in its entirety, is black. Without the hood on, he looks somewhat normal, dressed in a simple leather armor, with shoulder length black hair, and piercing brown eyes.::
A bit about myself, I suppose you wish to know....I was raised in the City of Shadows, by a hermit who found me as a child. The city was torn in a mutiny against the King, after he executed a protester against public torture. The hermit, Glarnik, adopted me as his own, sending me to a small school for fighting, in which I soon excelled. Upon returning to my home I found Glarnik, dead. It has been my soul purpose since to discover Glarnik's killer.
::rubs a small ring with his thumb::
I don't intend to be any sort of quiet stay here in this land, I hope you are prepared.
Good day.
((OOC))— My name's Bryan, I'm a musician, poet, and artist. I enjoy classic literature, E.A Poe, Shakespeare, Frost, Saki...etc. Listen to heavy metal....yeah that's pretty much me but you don't care about hiim.