W.I.P
Name : Syleron Aramil
Age : 133
Race : Elf
Gender : Male
Appearance : Syleron at a glance looks about as typical as any other elf, often working to his advantage. Standing just over 6 feet in height and weighing in at about 150 pounds this fact isn't startling. He has amber eyes resting gently upon his normally calm face, his hair a very dull brown that frames his face and reaches his shoulders. If one were to take a closer look they would notice a scar starting just to the left of his nose that reaches down to his chin. His skin leans toward a dark tan with 3 vertical white stripes on each hand.
Clothing/ Armor: Whether his choice of attire is a means to conserve coin or for practically no one besides him will know. His attire consists of a dark gray tunic with a matching shade hood sewn into the dyed leather. His slacks are made of the same material and dyed similarly, as are his boots. One things for certain though, if he doesn't want to be seen his choice of colors makes it easy to do so.
Weapons: Syleron, not being much for face to face conflict, weapons are meant to keep his targets away, or help him make an escape. He carries a long oak bow, and a quiver containing approximately 50 steel tipped arrows. In addition he has 5 small daggers around his waist line that can be used as either projectiles or for close quarters combat, a few vials containing a mild paralytic poison, and a single flask of alchemical fire.
Alignment: CG
Skills: Syleron has a select set of skills to help him survive in the world. He is a super marksman capable of incredible feet of accuracy, is able to find his way into places that aren't exactly open as well as do it stealthily, and to top things off he has amazing dexterity.
Magic: His range of magical knowledge consists of one thing, don't be hit by a malicious spell.
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