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You Won't Know What Hit You
Posting Color: None
Name: Meric King
Race: Shadow Elf
Sex: Male
Age: 113
Hair: Black / Neck Length
Eyes: Grey
Height: 6'5 (195 cm)
Weight: 200 lb (90 kg)
Languages: Elven, Common, Dwarven (intermediate), Drakkaric (basic)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Vigor: 100
Arcana: 0
Strength: 50
Melee Warfare: 90
Ranged Warfare: 90
Speed: 30 ft
This character has no arcane abilities.
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LEFT WEAPON
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ADDITIONAL WEAPON
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AMMUNITION
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SHORT WEAPONS
• Steel Dagger
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HEAD GEAR
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UPPER GEAR
• Elven Courtier's Outfit
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LOWER GEAR
• Elven Courtier's Outfit
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FOOT GEAR
• Elven Courtier's Boots
RIGHT HAND
• King Family Ring
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LEFT HAND
• Ornate Silver Ring
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Meric is currently not in possession of his satchel.
• Morse device and code table
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• 55 gp
• 4 sp
• 3 cp
Despite, or perhaps because of, everything he's lived through in the past hundred years, Meric continues to maintain a nearly unfailingly optimistic attitude even in the face of overwhelming odds. This fact, combined with his contemplative nature and an affinity for leadership, means that he is usually the one assuming command in situations where no one is clearly in charge. Acting in the name of good, he is as kind and loyal to his friends as he is fierce towards his enemies. Plus he can be incredibly charming when he wants to be.
Meric was born to a noble shadow elf family in the elven capital of Reindir. As an eager student, he spent his childhood and early youth training in combat and studying other arts, not focusing on anything in particular but rather everything in general. By the time he was considered mature he had already travelled throughout Eldshaw, and would soon go on to adventure further out, visiting places like Alicante, the wildlands of Darkvale, the Fangir Mountains, and even the Drakkar capital of Darran.
Being already over a hundred years old when the Great War took place, Meric was far more tempered than his younger compatriots, employing wits and strategy as much as his physical abilities. He frequently found himself in position to lead others into battle, which he did with some success, though ultimately it did nothing to affect the outcome of the war. He was eventually forced to yield to the usurper, like the rest of the elven nobility, when the Sorceress conquered the kingdom's capital city.
Since then, Meric had left his family home to roam aimlessly throughout Asgard, having lost interest in anything except improving his skills and helping those in need.
Meric looks more or less like the stereotypical shadow elf; dark blue skin, black hair, grey eyes. Considered tall, even for an elf, and probably more handsome than most. When he's not grinning like an idiot, he is busy staring off into the distance, lost in some thoughtful contemplation.
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