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Name: Eliezer Samael Ashdalum. Throughout time he's been known by either Eliezer, or Samael. It is thought that he has had other names as well, but those are more guarded. He is 'Eli' only to his closest friends. Species: Markhor Goat, a hardy large species characterized by their unique horn shape. The colloquial name is thought by some to be derived from the Persian word mar, meaning snake and khor, meaning "eater", which is sometimes interpreted to either represent the species' ability to kill snakes, or as a reference to its corkscrewing horns which are somewhat reminiscent of coiling snakes. (wikipedia) Title: Archmagus. This is a title he has earned, through the length of time he has been a Magus, as well as the knowlage he has accumliated. The only title considered higher is Grandmagus. Age: Unknown. It is well known that Eliezer is many centuries in age, however his exact age is not recorded. He's been known to lie, or simply be vague about it. Some have suggested this is because he's even forgotten at this point. However, he has more recently admitted to his apprentice that he spent some time trapped in another world where time passed at a different rate. Thus, he really is unsure how old he would be considered to be. He knows he's at least 750, but possibly closer to 800. Apparent Age: Around 65, maybe closer to 70. He's clearly an old man, and there is no hiding it, although heavy robes seem to at least somewhat cover up how slender and bordering on frail he's become. |
Height: 6'3. While he is somewhat taller than average this is partly because of the length of his neck. Overall, he is not all that large in stature. He is said to be able to shift his size and appear well over seven foot tall if he wishes, however it is quite possible this is one of the many tricks the Old Magus knows, and it is mere illusion. Weight: 160 lbs on average. It tends to fluctuate, with him putting on a few more pounds when he's less active and sometimes slimming down quite a bit if he's wrapped up in his work, traveling or in poor health. Excessive magic use spikes his metabolism and he can rapidly end up underweight and weakened if he's not careful. Build: 'Average' He's generally not scrawny or gaunt looking, but has only moderate muscle tone. Under the robes and all that mane his body shows signs of having once been more powerful and fit. His legs and hips are fairly slender, and he's slightly wider at the shoulders. His neck his thick at the base, and somewhat long. The shape is hidden by the amount of long hair and mane he has. In fact, he often appears bigger than he is because of this. Hair: His hair falls down to nearly knee length. It's thick, and soft, and the white is prone to yellowing, especially toward the ends if he is not careful with it's upkeep. It is lightly streaked with black. His hair connects into his mane, which spills down his neck and chest. It is difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins. His goatee is mostly black, with light streaks of white. It hangs down to almost navel height. Despite it being tedious to keep up with he is quite insistent on keeping it grown out. Eyes: His eyes are somewhere between a chartreuse-green and lime. It's an intense vivid color made more so by the slight glow that often seems to radiate from within. His pupils are horizontal, as typical of his species. He has quite the unnerving stare, both because of the color and strange pupils, and because of the sheer weight his presence and gaze seems to have. |
Velvet robes the color of burgundy wine touched with accents of gold, fell just short of ivory cloven hooves. The scent of sandalwood, myrrh and patchouli could be found on those robes, and in the torrent of white hair streaked with black that nearly reached his haunches. In contrast, his long black beard was touched with white. Regal and straight backed though he was, he was undeniably an old man. Slender of frame, one might even mistake him for frail, especially with that ever present limp. Yet, there was a certain presence to him; an intensity and sharpness to his vivid green eyes. The Markhor was an old Magus; far from the lofty towers where his prestigious title had been granted. He came across quite cold and blunt to others, possessing a sharp tongue and barbed wit. The old magus preferred solitude, spending many a long hour tucked away in his private quarters or perhaps in the library. Most certainly, a bit more often than he should, he enjoyed indulging in a glass of scotch. In those rare public appearances, Eliezer would still keep to himself for the most part, rarely initiating conversation, preferring to observe. The only company he ever seems willing to keep, is that of his Apprentice, Tahani. |
His horns angled backward slightly; two foot of twisting horn before both ended in a bright gold cap. A goat's horns continue to grow all through their life. His had been trimmed back many times. A closer inspection might reveal the final portion of his horns were sanded down smooth, as though to simulate a more natural taper. Often in hand, was a staff, slender vines traveling upwards, where they held in place a crystalline orb, an orb that was the same shade of green as the Markhor's unusual eyes. The staff seemed merely a tool of his trade, although at times Eliezer leaned a bit too heavily against it. There was a certain gravitas to his presence and a keen sharpness to his gaze. Grim at times, he had a sense of humor that tended to lean more towards the dry. There was a hum of magic fused into his very aura, although if those whispers and rumors were true his power was not as potent as it had once been. Perhaps leaving the Towers behind was not a matter of an extended holiday, but more of a forced retirement, like putting an old horse out to pasture. Yet.. He was confident, fearsome in a way. He may have been weakened, his potency diminished, but he was still an accomplished master of the arcane, worthy of the title of Archmagus. One would likely not see raging fireballs, or lightning called down from the sky however, the Goat seemed much more focused on his expertly crafted potions, and wondrous enchanted items all made with centuries of skill and knowledge behind them. |