Thread: Age of Strife Character Profiles

Name- RazakThe GreyRalug Race- Satyr Taurus Wanderer Age- 42 Physical Description- Razak stands at 6'3, or 6'8 if you count the horn, he is rather well built both for his people and his age. His horn archs back over his head and points down at his back, Razak only has the right horn as the left was broken off in his youth. Sporting a lean body that looks accustomed to more than a little physical labor, he might not be a bruiser but Razak's strength should not be underestimated. Razak was born with dull white fur which forces him to stand out quite a bit, however when age set in the white began to dull until it looks mostly grey, causing Razak to look far older than he actually is. The satyr wears a heavy vest covered in pockets which he keeps a vast store of herbs and potions, he also wears a traveler's pack on his shoulders with more supplies. Razak is also never seen without his trusty walking stick which looks nothing more than a gnarled old branch or root, however the wood is stained black as if it was burned. Razak claims that the walking stick was struck by lightning and is a powerful focus for nature based magic, the staff already proves to be hardened to the point that a normal blade can't cut it. Alignment- Neutral Profession- Herbalist Battle RoleClass- HealerShaman Character Bio- Born into a large family of herbalists and shop-keepers the satyr was ignored most of the time and left to do as he pleased. Growing up Razak was like any young satyr buck, looking to make a quick buck and prove himself by seducing unwary women. One of the few notable events from this time is that Razak broke off one of his horns in trying to win a silly bet with another young buck. However this changed when he apprenticed under his uncle who claimed to be a potion maker of some minor fame. Razak had never put much thought into how he wanted to make a living until he watched his uncle skillfully whip up a healing tonic and then charge a customer three times it's worth. Learning all he could Razak managed to take over the business from his uncle and managed to strike out on his own. Razak carried on the tradition of swindling those who came to the shop until he had the misfortune of doing so to a shaman who traveled from another tribe. The shaman stabbed Razak's left hand with a knife as punishment and then healed it, showing the young satyr a power that he himself desired. Razak continued to badger the shaman until he was taught the arts, even going so far as to pass on his uncle's business so he could focus. It took a great many years but Razak trained his body and mind until he could wield the powers of nature as his master could. With this training came understanding and age, Razxak was no longer the hot-headed young swindler he once was and did not wish to return to that life. Instead he struck out on his own and became a traveling hermit, using his skills as a herbalist to support what he had learned from the shaman until he began to mix the two in new ways. In his years traveling Razak grew to learn much of the world around him, as his skills continued to improve he became wiser. Now middle aged the satyr once more has little idea what he wishes to do with his remaining years, though he has devoted much of his life to helping and healing the shaman finds himself without a true direction and simply finds groups of other wanderers such as himself. Character Picture- Optional