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General Info
Name: Razzalorn Timmindale (Razz for short.)
Age: Fourteen thousand, six hundred and thirty four days. (Or forty years old. He hates using years, though.)
Sex: I'd say mostly male. No-one's totally sure about this sort of thing, though, are they?
Sexuality: He has absolutely no idea. Yet. He's loved women, but he doesn't know if he will again. He hasn't had any feelings strong enough as late to tell anymore.
Occupation: By day, a travel supplies salesman. By night, he is a masked robber, stealing equipment from travelers caught unawares.
Heritage
Species: Half elf, half dwarf.
Race: Half drow-elf, half regular dwarf.
Genetic Attributes: Not much, honestly. He's a pretty crap archer, a terrible smith. It's like being human, except less ugly and generally disgusting.
Physical Genetic Traits: About average size for a dwarf, on account of him apparently being short for his race.
Magical Capabilities: He's able to suck the light from an area around him, which is useful because he can see perfectly in the dark, but that's about it. He doesn't really know how it happens, he just kinda... wills it. (More detailed explanation: He can store light energy inside of him up to about the level of a small bonfire. Enough to darken about 3 candle-lit rooms or daylight in the radius of 2 or 3 meters. The light energy currently just dissipates over time, but it would be theoretically possible for him to use it in some way, or store it. So far though, he's only managed to collect it. As for how he got it, it's due to his drow-elf father, whose like have been expert light-manipulators for centuries. Due to him being half-dwarf, however, he lacks most of the power of his heritage, only managing to steal a nit of light here and there, whereas it's said that they could block out the sun with their powerful spells.)
Appearance
Height: 4'9" or 135cm. Short for his race, apparently.
Weight: 97lb, 44kg
Body Type: Not toned ,but he's done enough work in his time that he's got a moderate amount of muscles. Still a bit chubby from overeating, but he's no giant slug.
Hair Colour: Shaggy, unkempt, dirty sliver locks. Look like an iron-ish colour due to dirt.
Eye Colour: White eye with a black pupil in his left, and the opposite in his right. Crossbreeding is weird.
Skin Colour: Tanned white, with moles covering his skin.
Special Traits: Tattoo on his back saying 'asshole'. He has no idea it's there.
Talents
Abilities: None, really. He was told by some crazy dwarven "sage" that he would grow up to be big and strong when he was a babe, but neither of them have been particularly true so far.
Magical Skills: Aside from sucking the light our of a room? Basically nothing. He one managed to shift light a bit when he focused really hard, but it was probably just his imagination.
Combat Skills: He's tried his hand at pretty much every weapon he could lay his hands on, and has had little success. He's not bad with throwing axes and knives though.
Domestic Skills: He can cook, given some reasonable ingredients and a fire, and can move fairly quietly. He tried fishing once and wasn't too bad, and he managed to hunt a deer or two once upon a time. It's not exactly his strong suit, though.
Interests
Pets: Had a puppy called Dax, but it died after being attacked by wolves. He now hates wolves.
Hobbies: He has a particular affinity for birdwatching. It tends to keep him entertained.
Collections: He collects rare gems, but he recently fell on hard times and had to sell them. He never really had that many in the first place.
Personality
Likes: The smell of freshly cooked fish, puppies, the feel of boiled leather and killing bugs.
Dislikes: Counting in years, wolves, and spicy food.
Dreams: Acceptance. He's already begrudgingly tolerated, but he wants more than that. He wants to be recognized and honoured as the respectable bastard he is.
Fears: Fire (Only in large quantities), Heights (Only when there's a risk of falling) and giant bugs.
Favorite Color: Blue. Due to his peculiar race, he has the unfortunate defect of being massively colourblind. The only colour he can really see like everyone else is (he thinks) blue.
Favorite Food: Baked salmon. He loves fish, and there's just something about the aroma of salmon in a fire-pit, and then just the texture of the thing.... delicious.
Biography
Family: His dwarven mother was a promiscuous lover, and fairly well-off. She loved her children, and cared for them dearly, but she is old now, and infirm. She still lives in town, under the care of the local healer, but all of Razz's siblings have moved away, leaving him to inherit the family business, as he was fourth in line. He's always wondered who his father is, but since he was part of a traveling band of mercenaries, and not prone to much visiting, Razz doubted he'd ever actually find out. He has recently employed his nephew as his apprentice,
Social Heritage: He was fairly well off. His mother owned the second biggest shop in town, and had about 6 workers under her most of the time. He's not like to find any invitations to royal weddings or anything in the post, though.
Social Standing: He's kept up the family name, best as he can. He does his robberies far enough away that he isn't suspected, and he often sends out a couple of his guards to do it for him so he's not recognized. He also tends to only pray on humans when he can, meaning that even those who do suspect him are either human (and therefore too stupid to care) or don't really care because he's just giving the buggers what they deserve. In fact, among certain circles he's actually been praised for his deeds, though out of courtesy and respect none of these people ever deign to spread it to any prying ears.
Childhood: He was happy. He didn't exactly have the best education. But he was okay with it, and he grew up without too many cares... until he realized everyone judged him for his queer race, and made all the comments behind his back... 'half-breed', 'piss-for-parents', that sort of thing. Nothing much nice, needless to say.
Occupational History: He's run the shop since he started working. Before that he was learning and training most of the time. And drinking, occasionally. When he felt like it. In recent days, he's taken a back seat in regards to running the shop. His highway robbery is doing more than enough to keep the business full and prosperous, so he has time to relax and bask in his modest wealth.
Extra stuff:
His siblings go in this order:
Jammar, eldest, male: Currently working as a mercenary
Elise, next eldest, female: Died at age 17 from a bandit raid on the town she had opened an armourer's in.
Maria, elder, female: Currently researching magic at an extremely snooty human-built research place.
The mighty Razz himself, Scourge of ill-defended humans, devourer of meat pies!
Theon, younger: Works as an aide to some noble human, gives him advice on the local population.
Rendall, younger still: a complete layabout. Totally useless. Mooches off of Razz.
Loredo, youngest male twin: Learning magic from their father, who is an elven wizard who hosts a small community of the magically gifted in the woods.
Loreda, youngest female twin: Same as her brother, but born 9 minutes later.
There we go, I think that covers everything. Critique?