| Ranit | |
|---|---|
| Name: | Rabe Ranit Ayre II |
| Birthday: | Lost to time and memory. He's roughly eight-five years of age. |
| Class: | Sorcerer=10; Fighter=2; E. Knight=8; Arc Mage=5; Elemental Sevant=10; Spell Sword=2; Academy Sorcerer=3 |
| Alignment: | Chaotic Neutral |
| Race/species: | Once a human, he has transformed into an air elemental, yet retains the form of a man. A few changes occured to his skin which he keeps hidden. |
| Forms: | Humaniod and a gaseous form. |
| Eyes: | Pale, almost white green |
| Hair: | Dark brown close cropped and crazy, always a wind-blown look. |
| Skin: | Pale, almost cloudy in patches. Many scars. |
| Description: | Ranit strikes a tall and lanky frame, almost like one would expect of a younger man not quite fully grown into himself yet. He stands a good six feet two inches, with a palid skin that seems a little pale to be natural. He wears his dark brown hair rather short, and it stubbornly refuses to stay styled for long. Maybe he's just given up at that. Nowhere is it more than an inch long, and generally shines slightly one could assume from some sort of oil to hold it in some symblance of control. From his left earlobe there hangs a small nearly etherial blue wind-chime. There is definate magic about it for those that could sense such things, though primarily it just sounds its soft music to his movements and nothing more. From his neck now also hangs a small gold and topaz windchime upon a golden chain, so special a gift. He wears an expensive violent purple cloak upon his shoulders, long enough to dust the ground. It has been worked with golden material into bolts of lightning along its hems, and an opalescant thread of wind. Beneath is usually a dark dress shirt or turtle-neck tucked into black trousers, secured by a silver belt also worked with the same theme of electricity and wind. His boots are rather heavy laced hiking boots without seeming to be anything but worn for age rather than use. His rings are usually of note, three on his left and three on his right, only two of which seem activily magical at any given time. Perhaps the oddest part of his attire is the thin black scarf he wears over his features, lining just below his pale green eyes and tied securely at the back of his neck. He is always wearing it unless noted otherwise, a rare thing. The spell component pouch at his side could easily give away his nature as an arcane caster, though he carries weapons too. At his belt is a silver short sword of masterwork quality. And nearly always carried is a long glaive, seven and a half feet in length. The blade alone is a good seventeen inches of that, engraved with a black bird in flight. Though that weapon is old, likely even ancestrial, one could tell it was fine crafted more than anything else he owned down to its white haft and the new leather grips. There is heavy magic about it. For those with abilities to sense a creature is more than human other than by looks, Ranit is one of them. Once human, he long ago left behind his humanity to become an air elemental through the use of his magic. Those from the lands of Toril have a chance of being familiar with a man from the North of similar description, a famous if unpredictable mercinary for hire by another name. |
| Attitude: | Often gruff and quiet. A touch introspective at times. |
| Biggest character flaw: | Tendancy to shoulder too much at once. |
| Biggest physical weakness: | If he gets hit, it hurts.. and doesn't take much to take him down. |
| Parents: | Father and Mother long dead. Father=Rabe Ranit Ayre I; Mother=Sarafina Ayre |
| Guardians, siblings, children: | A son, long dead. And a half-brother, Thadeous, though it is a long kept family secret, also dead. He has a nephew, Thomas, and two children, Sarai and Armon by Angelica. |
| Wife: | Katerina Ayre, passed on. Then Angelica Traylor, though they are now seperated. |
| Close friends: | Kristine, Isu, Pirogoeth, Bree, Andesine, Ruindil |
| Worst enemies: | Likely his own nephew Thomas, and his lover Lillianne.. time will tell. |
| Pets: | His raven familiar, Abrego. |
| Collections: | Masterwork framed art of the acts of nature. Other works of art and old magic volumes sometimes take his time too. |
| God(dess): | He prays to none, but believes in Kelemvor. |
| Dream/goal: | Gain the respect he feels he deserves, teach what he knows to someone worthy. |
| Hobbies: | Beside his constant obsession with magic, reading tomes and mixing potions.. it would probably be his penchance for wandering and collecting peices of art. When bored or restless he's known to take merc jobs to fill the time. |
| Skilled at: | Air elemental abilities; and casting as a high level socerer, specializing in evocation. Nearly as skilled in the use of martial weapons. |
| Favorite thing to do: | Drink his tea and be left the hell alone, unless it involves using his skills and getting paid for it. |
| Favorite thing to wear: | His purple cloak of charisma, which he keeps in fine shape always. |
| Favorite color: | Yellow, black is a close second. |
| Favorite flower: | White lillies? |
| Favorite animals: | Horses. |
| Favorite drink: | Hot tea, black and strong. |
| Favorite food: | Doesn't eat. But when he does, maybe, a bit of coffee cake or even toast. |
| Favorite weapons: | The glaive. |
| Favorite belonging: | A single black dried bean. |
| Favorite body part on him: | His hands. |
| Favorite body part on the opposite sex: | Long hair and the neck that hair hides. |
| Tattoos or birthmarks: | He has patches of his skin which are almost an etherial cloud, looking sickly.. but he hides these. Notably he has many scars from many battles. |
| Percings: | A single earring upon his right ear that looks like a wind chime of blue, grants protection from cold and some other neat things. |
| Best place to hang out: | His manor/school; at times the pub, or forest. He tends to avoid the garden these days for its memories. |
| What do you sleep in, and where do you sleep?: | He'll rest or meditate upon a large bed in his room at the manor. |
| Important lessons: | Have an escape route handy, even if you don't plan on using it. |
| Best advice: | Focus. And know yourself. |
| Overused words or phrases: | Do grunts count as words? He's a man of few words any way, so he seldom repeats things. The words "Perhaps," and "pray." |
| Most awesome experience: | Being posessed by an undead version of himself that was a good deal more powerful... he saw his own potential. |
| Scariest experience: | Being caged by Elimenster, or perhaps nearly drowning as a boy. |
| Funniest experience: | Watching his elemental spiders trounce the victims left after he cast his touch of fatigue... beautiful.. -sniff- |
| Stupidest thing you've heard someone say: | Anything at all, when they are trying to hide. |
| Brief history: | 3.5 DnD character... taking all his campain history with him from being cursed, to aiding in thwarting Armegedon as best as possible, to death and resurrection... destorying Gith, black dragon vampires, elves, celestials, and far far more. Once seperated from his party, he became a wanted man too quickly, and gated to the Keep where he hides out as Ranit instead of Rabe. Since being in the keep, he's managed to make a few enemies. Befriending Angelica, he ended falling in love though it all ended leaving him the same old bitter man he was before. He has taken on students to teach his art, Valadrin, Tyler, and Kristine. Valadrin has pretty much been a failure, locking away in his room and trying to figure life out. Tyler left his teachings, and is more of a friend now. Kristine is so far the most progressive, and has now struck out on her own. He has now confronted much of his past, finally giving his dead wife a peaceful grave by playing a part in slaying the man that had killed her and his son. Though his new marriage with Angelica seems to have come to an end, he does have two children, whom she cares for at present. |