Zev Cadmus Vir
Feb 28, 2009 4:27:33 GMT -5
Post by sonofjet on Feb 28, 2009 4:27:33 GMT -5
Full Name: Zev Cadmus Vir
Other name: Zev, Zevi, Vir, Cadmus, Wyr, Nagual
Race:: Human Magician
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Aberon
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Birthday: Right in the middle of Summer
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair: Black and kept short for the most part, the most extravagant part of his hairstyle is the long plait that runs shoulder length and ends in a knot around a trio of bluebird feathers.
Weight: 152 lbs.
Height: 5'10"
Magic User: Yes. Zev has a very basic knowledge of the Ancient Language, with his entire vocabulary consisting of a few greetings, phrases, and some healing and combat spells. He thinks differently than most, however, so his spells often take a different shape.
Preferred Weapon(s): Zev always carries some form of blade, whether it be a dagger, a shortsword, or a longsword. His preferred weapon is his self-crafted blade, a weapon with a long hilt and a relatively short, wickedly curved blade, pale steel inlaid with copper patterns, with a leather wrapping around the hilt. The pommel is made of a large, sturdy ring, which Zev often ties trophies to, when he makes a kill, or secures to himself, when losing the weapon becomes a possibility. He has also taken to wielding a single, strong dagger for combat, with a clip point, a black coating, and a skeleton design.
Personality: Zev is often sarcastic, a trait beaten into him over his years living in Surda, where he was never fully comfortable. However, he keeps most of his inappropriate thoughts to himself, with the exception of a few colorful expressions that he lets out when he is in pain, extreme discomfort, or very agitated.
Nocturnal by preference, Zev believes that the night is more peaceful. He likes being able to see all of the stars, which are obscured by the sun during the day. Something about it seems like a metaphor to him, but he just can't explain it in quite the right way.
Appearance: Zev is slim, but athletic. He is not quite as bulky as some men, but his strength is by no means less impressive, as he prefers to train himself for endurance, rather than brute strength, and agility. He wears a durable pair of leather greaves beneath a baggy pair of trousers, which are torn off just below the knee. He also wears leather and steel vambraces beneath a loose white tunic, and a back sleeveless cloak. There is a single, thin scar running from the side of his nose to the edge of his jaw on the right side of his face.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes
Night
Sunrise
Sunset
Rain
Stalking
A Good Fight
Well Deserved Rest
Dislikes
Day
Uneven Odds
Overly-Sensitive People
Alcohol
Smoking
Strengths: Zev is quite the acrobat, often incorporating hand-to-hand combat techniques such as kicks, elbow, and knee-strikes into his fights. He has no small ammount of stamina and endurance, so he can fight hard for a short ammount of time, or be more evasive, dealing out counter-attacks, for an extended period. He has no problem with stealth and sneak attacks, as long as they work. He is somewhat skilled in combat magic, although he prefers not to rely on it, as he's seen its drawbacks.
Weakness: Since he prefers close-quarters combat, Zev is particularly susceptible to spears, polearms, or projectiles. He has little experience in epic confrontations, as he is used for a more "discreet" purpose, so large, organized groups of enemies are difficult for him to handle.
Family:
Mother: Linwë
Father: Unknown
Sister: Ireth
Not-So-Brief History: Born in Aberon, Zev always had a problem with the 'Home Country of Choice' that his mother insisted on living in. As a child, he quickly discovered that many disputes could be prevented by giving in to the other party. However, he didn't like doing this, and as a result, he got into a lot of fights. Zev was a very knowledge-hungry child, and he could always be found studying anything he could get his hands on, feeling an unconscious attraction to the various details of nature.
When he was a teenager, his little sister, Ireth, was born. Feeling very protective, Zev would often sleep next to her crib, staying up as long as possible to watch for anything that might be dangerous. Soon, however, his mother fell into some monetary problems, and he found that there were other ways to protect his family. Namely, there were plenty of sources for wealth, and his build and talents were well-suited to tapping into them. He had been taking for his family until his seventeenth birthday, at which time he was caught by some figures of authority. As penance, Zev was made to do various chores around the city. He knew that what he did was "wrong," but he couldn't bring himself to stop providing all he could for his family.
At age eighteen, Zev negotiated his way into the Vardens ranks, guranteeing a safe haven for himself and his family, in exchange for his services. He started off as a soldier, but his superiors quickly found that he was more suited to discretion, and he was tested on several occasions, performing assassination or espionage. After several years of faithful service, Zev began to tire of his isolated lifestyle, and began requesting duties that would allow him to mingle with the public, since he had begun to withdraw from his allies and family, due to the nature of his assignments.
Anything extra:
Password: Witch of Teirm
Other name: Zev, Zevi, Vir, Cadmus, Wyr, Nagual
Race:: Human Magician
Side: Varden
Birthplace: Aberon
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Birthday: Right in the middle of Summer
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair: Black and kept short for the most part, the most extravagant part of his hairstyle is the long plait that runs shoulder length and ends in a knot around a trio of bluebird feathers.
Weight: 152 lbs.
Height: 5'10"
Magic User: Yes. Zev has a very basic knowledge of the Ancient Language, with his entire vocabulary consisting of a few greetings, phrases, and some healing and combat spells. He thinks differently than most, however, so his spells often take a different shape.
Preferred Weapon(s): Zev always carries some form of blade, whether it be a dagger, a shortsword, or a longsword. His preferred weapon is his self-crafted blade, a weapon with a long hilt and a relatively short, wickedly curved blade, pale steel inlaid with copper patterns, with a leather wrapping around the hilt. The pommel is made of a large, sturdy ring, which Zev often ties trophies to, when he makes a kill, or secures to himself, when losing the weapon becomes a possibility. He has also taken to wielding a single, strong dagger for combat, with a clip point, a black coating, and a skeleton design.
Personality: Zev is often sarcastic, a trait beaten into him over his years living in Surda, where he was never fully comfortable. However, he keeps most of his inappropriate thoughts to himself, with the exception of a few colorful expressions that he lets out when he is in pain, extreme discomfort, or very agitated.
Nocturnal by preference, Zev believes that the night is more peaceful. He likes being able to see all of the stars, which are obscured by the sun during the day. Something about it seems like a metaphor to him, but he just can't explain it in quite the right way.
Appearance: Zev is slim, but athletic. He is not quite as bulky as some men, but his strength is by no means less impressive, as he prefers to train himself for endurance, rather than brute strength, and agility. He wears a durable pair of leather greaves beneath a baggy pair of trousers, which are torn off just below the knee. He also wears leather and steel vambraces beneath a loose white tunic, and a back sleeveless cloak. There is a single, thin scar running from the side of his nose to the edge of his jaw on the right side of his face.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes
Night
Sunrise
Sunset
Rain
Stalking
A Good Fight
Well Deserved Rest
Dislikes
Day
Uneven Odds
Overly-Sensitive People
Alcohol
Smoking
Strengths: Zev is quite the acrobat, often incorporating hand-to-hand combat techniques such as kicks, elbow, and knee-strikes into his fights. He has no small ammount of stamina and endurance, so he can fight hard for a short ammount of time, or be more evasive, dealing out counter-attacks, for an extended period. He has no problem with stealth and sneak attacks, as long as they work. He is somewhat skilled in combat magic, although he prefers not to rely on it, as he's seen its drawbacks.
Weakness: Since he prefers close-quarters combat, Zev is particularly susceptible to spears, polearms, or projectiles. He has little experience in epic confrontations, as he is used for a more "discreet" purpose, so large, organized groups of enemies are difficult for him to handle.
Family:
Mother: Linwë
Father: Unknown
Sister: Ireth
Not-So-Brief History: Born in Aberon, Zev always had a problem with the 'Home Country of Choice' that his mother insisted on living in. As a child, he quickly discovered that many disputes could be prevented by giving in to the other party. However, he didn't like doing this, and as a result, he got into a lot of fights. Zev was a very knowledge-hungry child, and he could always be found studying anything he could get his hands on, feeling an unconscious attraction to the various details of nature.
When he was a teenager, his little sister, Ireth, was born. Feeling very protective, Zev would often sleep next to her crib, staying up as long as possible to watch for anything that might be dangerous. Soon, however, his mother fell into some monetary problems, and he found that there were other ways to protect his family. Namely, there were plenty of sources for wealth, and his build and talents were well-suited to tapping into them. He had been taking for his family until his seventeenth birthday, at which time he was caught by some figures of authority. As penance, Zev was made to do various chores around the city. He knew that what he did was "wrong," but he couldn't bring himself to stop providing all he could for his family.
At age eighteen, Zev negotiated his way into the Vardens ranks, guranteeing a safe haven for himself and his family, in exchange for his services. He started off as a soldier, but his superiors quickly found that he was more suited to discretion, and he was tested on several occasions, performing assassination or espionage. After several years of faithful service, Zev began to tire of his isolated lifestyle, and began requesting duties that would allow him to mingle with the public, since he had begun to withdraw from his allies and family, due to the nature of his assignments.
Anything extra:
Password: Witch of Teirm
