Name ~ Athull Tharizdun
Class ~ Scorcerer
Race ~ Human
Gender ~ Male
Age ~ 25
Appearance ~ Just under six feet tall with an ample build for a man of his profession. Raven hair cuts out just above his rather mulish jawline and his skin is light complected with a few subtle scars here and there. He walks with a disciplined gait from years of training on how to be a civilized young man. Despite his upbringing, he carries on in a rather rebellions manner, giving him an often disinterested or bored disposition. Athull usually wears dark colored tunics with royal colored cloaks or robes, and loose fitting trousers tucked into armored grieves. He typically carries a coal colored wolf pelt satchel which he keeps stocked with basic ingredients for certain brews and potions, along with a couple tomes filled with an array of useful enchantments and spells. Finally, as a adolescent, he snuck away from he caretakers and servants to get spiraling war tattoos usually dawned by battle mages down the spine of his back.
Equipment-Pelt Satchel
-Tome of enchantments
-Tome of black magic
-Small stock of potion ingredients, brewing supplies,and glass vials.
-Medallion marked with the Tharizdun family crest.
Weapons-Hexblade Dagger enchanted to temporarily incapacitate enemies with fear educing magics
-A small rarely used wand
Background ~ Raised in a wealthy family with sorcery in their bloodline, Athull grew up learning to be a well mannered young man. It was discovered fairly quickly that, even at a young age, Athull had a very vague command of sorcery and magic, though he couldn't do much more than levitate small objects animate toys. As a teenager, Athull grew spiteful of his parents, who gave him everything but any real affection or freedom. Because of this, he would have occasional fits and behaved rebelliously. As soon as he hit adulthood, Athull took whatever wealth he was entitled to and left the kingdom, never looking back or thinking twice of the life he left behind.