Zealor Nargothrand

[Ayden]

-Under Construction. New character that will be built from the ground up. Currently in progress.-

x x : E s s e n t i a l s :
Birth Name: Zealor Nargothrand
Used Name: Zealor, or Zeal for short.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Elven
Class: Mage
- - Sub Class: Oracle
Land of Birth: Isélyr
Alignment: Good

x x : V i t a l s :
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 142lbs
Hair: Long and Black
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skin Color: Steel Blue

x x : E q u i p m e n t :
(x1) Dagger - Green hilt, very short. (6inch blade).
(x4) Medicinal Leaves - Heals minor wounds. Special leaves farmed from the woods.
(x1) Food Bag - Home grown, all natural food pills. At least a 1month supply. Brown.
(x1) Berry Bag - A poison berry bag that will cause the person who eats it to become ill. Black.

x x : S p e l l x B o o K :
Small Heal - Can heal wounds that are small and slightly more than superficial. Often used to replenish energy.
Esuna - the ability to cure a person of many ailments.
Shield - A translucent shield that is casted to reflect physical damage.
Barrier - A translucent shield that is casted to reflect magics and projectiles infused with magic.
Reflect - The ability to reflect damage being physical or magical back to the enemy.
Haste - A Speed Buff.
Slow - A Speed Buff.
Cloud - Lifts the individual off the ground.
Paralyze - Stuns the target from the inside, leaving them incapable of moving.
Mirror - A duplication of an individual. Think clone.


x x : Background Information:
As a young child Zealor would not conform to his tribal needs and demands. Always the outcast, always the trouble maker. He was known to be a nuisance rather than a "good boy". His blunt attitude always caught attention. The care free attitude is all it takes to describe him. Still young and naive, the only thing that keeps his attention is his master. The Master Oracle in his clan chose Zealor to be his apprentice. This craft and skill was naturally born in him, and it was rare for there to be more than one Oracle in any generation. Sometimes, there wouldn't be an Oracle for several hundred years. This was the only thing he had to cling on to. All talk and no bite, he would learn what he could while he had the chance. He was no fighter, and feared any violence regardless of how he acted in front of others. Deep down, he hid the fact that he was a healer type mage. The others would make fun of him, and he could not allow that. The Master Oracle would send him on a quest to become greater than anyone in his clan, to become the next Master Oracle.