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drfunsake
Name: Saracove Verchiel.
Aliases: The Wanderer.
Appearance: Saracove is a taller man with long jet black hair, it's almost as if he's never gotten around to getting it cut. He's sort of lanky in build, not much of a muscle man and sharp featured with a bit of a high elven bone-structure and a beaky hawknose. He has stony gray-green eyes and full lips. He's often seen in a black cloak more than anything and beggar's boots.
Side: West bank.
Class: Conjurer.
Powers/Skills: He's a pretty average conjurer, no higher than most. He can't yet produce things from thin air but he's still trying to learn.
Weapons/Equipment (w/ powers if relevant): He is know to carry a hunting staff of oak with him, it's built to withstand the blows of most other weapons but he rarely wants to use it because as soon at it comes in contact with a blade, it's going to snap like a brittle twig. He'd rather rely on powers, which can be a bit tedious with the range of abilities that he has.
Personality: Saracove is actually quite quiet and calculative, he often only speaks if he's spoken to. It's hard to imagine what he's pondering all the time but he never seems to go very far into conversation. In short, he's pretty distant to everyone and anyone. He's often quick tempered and a bit short, not wishing to hear too much jabber in his direction. He's younger than he appears, so often he's a bit impatient and aggrieved. He's the jealous type, wishing that he was allot more like the sorcerers and holding a bit of a grudge to himself that he never plans to vocalize. He's a bit moody amongst all these other wonderful traits but he has an almost-pleasant demeanor beneath it all.
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