Feedback is welcome, returning to NWN and proper RP after a few years and checking other servers, heavily thinking of making Dragon's Neck my main time killer.
-Currently In-game Bio-
#Physical Description#
He stands at 175 cm, carrying the lean frame of a lifelong scholar rather than a warrior. His body is slender but resilient, shaped by years of travel, sleepless study, and hauling heavy tomes through the roads and ruins of Faerûn. Though not physically imposing, there is a quiet endurance in the way he moves, deliberate, balanced, and always observant.
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His face is unmistakably Faerûnian: sharp cheekbones, olive-toned skin pale from years indoors, and deep gray-blue eyes that seem perpetually lost in thought. His expression often appears distant or analytical, as if he is constantly unraveling unseen patterns around him. A slightly crooked nose and faint shadows beneath his eyes hint at exhaustion more than vanity. His lips are thin, usually pressed into a neutral line unless speaking about history, magic, or forbidden knowledge.
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With dark Black hair that falls loose, uneven waves to the nape of his neck, often damp from rain or hidden beneath his hood. Strands frequently fall across his brow, giving him a slightly untamed appearance despite his otherwise disciplined demeanor. A short beard frames his jaw, trimmed only enough to remain practical during travel.
#Clothing#
He wears a heavy blue mage's robe reminiscent of the old school Scholars of the Neverwinter Academy, but without symbology.
Layered wool and faded cloth designed for both study halls and harsh roads. The robe is faded sapphire in color with weathered silver trim stitched along the hems and sleeves. A large hood usually hangs over his head, shadowing much of his face and giving him a reserved, almost intimidating presence in dim light.
silver trim stitched along the hems and sleeves. A large hood usually hangs over his head, shadowing much of his face and giving him a reserved, almost intimidating presence in dim light.
A thick leather belt secures the robe at the waist, carrying pouches, a spellbook, and small utility tools gathered from years of wandering. Beneath it he wears a simple gray tunic, dark trousers, and worn leather boots hardened by travel.
Unlike many arcane scholars, he avoids decorative symbols of divine authority or grand magical orders. His clothing bears no eyes, sigils of worship, or ornate jewelry, only subtle stitching and the marks of constant use. The robe itself feels ancient but dependable, carrying the scent of old paper, dust, rain, and candle smoke.
#Demeanor#
Has the unsettling appearance of someone who notices everything while revealing almost nothing about himself.
Silent, only speaking when needed and if needed.
--Background History--
Story Before coming into the City
He was raised in Harthvale, a small settlement near Neverwinter, during the uneasy years following the Longest Year, when magic across Faerûn had become unstable. The people of the village distrusted wizards, especially obscure ones like Eriul — an aging mage who lived alone outside town in a crumbling cottage built atop ancient ruins.
Though considered unremarkable by most, Eriul recognized something unusual in the boy after catching him stealing apples from his garden. Rather than punish him, the wizard took him on as an apprentice.
Under Eriul’s guidance, he learned more than spells. He was taught caution, survival, and the dangers left behind by dead empires and broken magic. Strange things seemed to follow him as he grew older flickering candles, whispered voices in the woods, and bursts of uncontrolled arcane power.
Unknown to him, Eriul had once explored ancient ruins north of Neverwinter Wood, where he uncovered relics tied to a forgotten Netherese arcanist known as Sarzhael the Hollow Star. Ever since, the old wizard feared something from those ruins had attached itself to the boy.
By 1370 DR, he had become a capable but unsettling young mage. Then Eriul vanished without explanation, leaving behind only a scorched symbol in the cellar beneath his home.
Days later, every mirror in Harthvale darkened overnight.
Only then did he realize his apprenticeship had never been about mastering magic alone...it had been preparation for something far older waiting in the shadows....
That event became the catalyst for his search. Hidden among Eriul’s scattered notes and journals, he discovered repeated references to Murann, obscure mentions of arcane dealings along the Sword Coast, and warnings tied to forgotten cult activity operating far from Neverwinter. Believing his master had either been taken or had gone willingly in pursuit of something dangerous, he gathered what knowledge he could and left Harthvale behind.
His journey eventually brought him to Murann, where he now follows faint leads, old rumors, and fragments of his master’s trail with hope to uncover what truly happened to Eriul before whatever darkness followed him reaches its end.