Zajori Argentiel

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Description

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Zajori Argentiel is a 128 year old, Medium sized, Male Elf, High, with Steel grey-blue eyes and Ice-Blond hair. He stands 5' 2" tall and weighs 127 pounds. His world view is Chaotic Neutral in nature, and is currently a worshipper of Arosi

Background

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Zajori Argentiel, rogue of some skill. A free spirit whose appearance belies his world views. Zajori's dress is conservative and functional. His soft leather armor is covered with a reddish-brown tunic. A dark cloak adorns his shoulders which is matched by distinctive leather bracers. His pants are loose and flowing, allowing for freedom of movement. Zajori's dark leather boots matches the rest of his ensemble. A blue scraf is wrapped around Zajori's neck, that is often used to cover his facial features.

Zajori's facial features are quite the oppositie of his dress. His face is chisled and strong, speaking at once of confidence and self-assurance. Zajori's ice-blond hair is usually pulled back in a top-not, which prominently reveals his most striking features. First is his steel-blue eyes that almost seem to look through you, though at the same time are deep and curious. The second feature is the silvery-blue tatoo that rund from the middle of his forehead around his left eye and down the side of his face. That tatoo seems to depecit a shape, though it is not quite obviouls to the casual observer. Zajori claims that this tatoo was not of his design and that it has been part of him since birth.

Character Sheet

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Journal

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What have I gotten myself into? How many deaths will I see before it is my time? Will my new 'friends', if I can call them that, carry my body days to the south to hope some mysterious magic restores my life, my soul to what was my body? Has life become so trivial? Have we become pawns to the gods to be used as they desire? To have them look down upon us and laugh at our expense as we stagger through this great burden that has been thrust upon us? What is Arosi's design on me that I am put into this place? Would that I could settle in with a glass of fine elvish wine and have a discourse about the weather. Now, we are faced with impending war from an unknown enemy that seems to be but a shadow of a cousin to me. What great evil is going to befall us? Why not let the humans perish and that my kin could take ourselves out of this war? Why must we be pulled into this mess that these humans have likely brought down on themselves? I do not want, nay, cannot focus on this long enough to have an impact. The spirirt of Arosi that flows in my veins calls me to other, less dire, pursuits. But, I must struggle through the days that have haunted me.

We stagger through the conflicts that are in front of us without cohesive function. I have not even decided if I can work with these people, let alone join together as fast friends and have my life depend upon them. So easily we leave each others side, only to befall some great ill and then depend upon some other to restore us. This is a great gift, and a great curse that has been given to us and it is in this that we have become so careless. For now again I sit here a seek out the body of our fallen, or so the lady has indicated. Can we trust her? The captain of the guard, if that is who it was, led us to an ambush that presumably took three of our companions. Now, in the face of war, in the face of hidden enemies, in the face of an uncertain future, we must seek our dead in the dread sewers of my ancestors so that we can find some way of bringing them back from the dead...again. I can only hope that this is some cruel dream that Arosi has thrust me on and that she is laughing at my expense, for that is the only thing that makes sense to me. I must go where Arosi takes me and at times this conflicts with this celestial goal that has come down on us. This wretched human city of Saragost, or whatever its name is, is a pitiful place of human deceit. Treachery, evil, seems to pervail so far, and this is the city we are suppose to save? Are they even worthy of saving?

Bah, such things are beyond me. For now I must do what I can to aid these 'comrades' for that is what Arosi has set before me it seems. If it leads me to good coin and fine wine along the way, than I am the better for it. Sewers...why is it always some sewer.