Venali

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  Artificer's body was a patchwork of stories one could only imagine. Lengthy hair hid the worst of his facial burns, smoke emitting emerald eyes doing the rest. Form could often be seen clad in various shades of black, with accents of shimmering gold and the deepest of reds. Notable features never hidden; his leg of magic and metal and the horrific blanket of scars on full display. Even the elf's height could draw eyes. Perfect posture and natural height lead him to be well over six feet. Though polite and immovable, his forever stained palms speak of something darker resting within.

  
  

  

  
  
  

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  ◖Name:◗ Venali Galavir ◖Age:◗ Unnaturally Immortal Few would come to know the truth of the artificer's smoke and longevity. Of the ravages of war that cost him not only his leg but his life, and the insatiable hunger that had him beg a devil for the means of revenge. But when have deals ever come without consequence? For no sooner had death fallen upon those he held responsible, did the chains of his contact come to show their true nature from beneath the fine print. The very well of corrupted souls that gave him the means, life, and power became his charge, and his duties to harvesting fuel for it's flames his eternal duty. With his abilities it once blessed him stripped away, he is but a custodian to the flow of the damned - seeking either a means of freedom, or dominion over it's energies once more.. ◖Gender Role:◗ Masculine/male ◖Orientation:◗ ◖Relationship Status:◗ Single; unlikely ◖Species:◗ Elf ///////////////////////////////////////////////

  ◖Height:◗ 6'3 ◖Weight:◗ Underweight ◖Build:◗ Long with wiry muscles ◖Hair:◗ Pale, long, thin locks. Done up in a mess side tie. ◖Eyes:◗ Acidic green, smoke of the same color pouring out endlessly. ◖Scent:◗ Ozone, Metal, snow //////////////////////////////////.////////

  ◖Birthplace:◗ Albion ◖Skin:◗ Light and fair where it is not scarred. Where there are scars it is rough, and darker than the rest. The only darker part, his forever stained hands. Pitch black and icy. A mark of his corruption ◖Social Class:◗ Free person, comfortable wealth. ◖Occupation:◗ Magical Prosthetist. Collector and container of dangerous magical goods. Reaper of corrupt souls, as well souls touched by his wells magic. ////////////////////

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  ////////////////////////////////////////// ◖Sub Species:◗ Shadow being. Tied to a well of souls that funnels to hell from purgatory. ◖Eye fog:◗ If inhaled it can cause nightmares and odd voices. Even a want to be near magically corrupt artifacts and people. The fog production increases with heightened emotions, the effects can be influenced by which emotion made the fog.. ◖Physical Drawbacks:◗ Underweight. His sense of touch is warped, making it either too much to handle, or barely perceptible. Weakness to hollowed ground and holy items. Silver irritates his skin, as it is a holy metal. Clearly some sort of tainted which makes him an easy target.

  ////////////////////////////////// ◖Physical Defenses:◗ Able to 'melt' into fog, or shadow. He can also generate enough of his own fog to cloud a room to melt into. Strong magic; though weak he is still more than capable of blasting someone through a wall. ◖Current Infliction's:◗ Sensory processing disorder, malnourished. ◖Clothing:◗ Long sleeved shirts. Most often he wears a piece that leaves his torso below collar bones open. The sleeve including even 'gloves' to hide his blacked hands. If not in this piece, he will wear a leather set for the same reason. Pants are usually sheer and low crotch, or fine leather. Either choice he wears a sash with, to keep himself modest. Common color choices for his sash are deep reds and glittery golds.

  //////////////////////////////////////// ◖Quirks:◗ Will not shake hands with anyone, for willingly touch people or any, reason. Few trusted folk are allowed to touch. Venali will become more and more tense and aggressive as time goes on, especially if separated from his room, or companion for long periods. His corruption and alignment shine through during these times, and he will take on a darker stance. It has been noted, he eats a lot more than one should be able to, while still remaining underweight. ◖Attitude:◗ Dependent on who he is around, or with. If a trusted companion is around he can be noticeably kinder and better to deal with. If not, he can be cold at best. Cruel at worst. Notably quiet and calm, like a glass lake. No one can make waves in his demeanor. When someone manages to crack his mask, they can see a loud and very aggressive elf.

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