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[dannychan]

drizzt do'urden
[spoiler=how wiki describes his appearance]Drizzt Do'Urden was a drow. He stood about 5′4″ (1.63 m) tall and weighed about 130 pounds (59 kg).[9] His handsome features were sharp and well proportioned and, like other drow, Drizzt's skin was black and his stark white hair was long, thick, and flowing. His eyes were a lavender hue (quite different from the drow race's typical red, even when he used his infravision, which normally caused eyes to glow red) and seemed to glow fiercely when he was angry or determined.[14]

His vision was once accustomed to the pitch-blackness of the Underdark. However, many years after Drizzt first ventured onto the surface, his eyes adapted to the bright light of the world above. When using his infravision, the images, if held for a prolonged period of time, caused headaches and other symptoms of strain.[15].

He normally wore a forest-green cloak that was given to him by the Weeping Friars upon his departure to Icewind Dale, high black boots, and a necklace attached to a white unicorn head, the symbol of his goddess, Mielikki, the goddess of rangers. This symbol was crafted for him by his good friend Regis from scrimshaw (the bone of the knucklehead trout found in Icewind Dale).[14][/spoiler]
[spoiler=how wiki describes his personality]Thoughtful and sensitive to others, Drizzt held himself to the highest ideals but didn't expect the same of others. He credited Catti-brie for imparting cultural awareness and tolerance upon him.[16] Ever alert for treachery and danger, he spoke little but was apt to be polite (if terse) in his dealings. A perfectionist who yearned to be accepted into places and groups and to make friends widely, Drizzt was haunted by the danger he brought to those he befriended, thanks to the scrutiny of the clerics of Lolth and his other foes (notably the demon Errtu and the human assassin Artemis Entreri). Those he met perceived him as having a grim manner.[citation needed]

In his later years, Drizzt's goal was perfection of the body with his blades in battle.[17] Drizzt did not want his god to dictate his actions; he had to agree with those actions himself.[18][/spoiler]

[Leafwing12]

(So, do I need a species/character from dungeons and dragons?)

[dannychan]

uhhh i'll pm you some stuff!!

[Leafwing12]

(Okay)

[dannychan]

i sent everything! whew

[Leafwing12]

XD

Ryan Bothwell
5'10"
25

Ryan is an honest man. He will speak directly what's on his mind. Sometimes he's more of an unlikely hero. He'll never run from a fight and is very brave. He's not afraid to lose it all or look bad if it means protecting those who he cares about. Most of the time, he's laid back and a jokester. He's a very good judge of character.

Weapon

He prefers Long ranged weapons. He's most skilled at a light crossbow.

Pets/Mounts

He has a pet wolf named Daryl. He found Daryl since he was a pup and raised him ever since.

[dannychan]

bandits- one of the many things drizzt hated about life on the road. he wasn't the one being robbed and beaten, though. he had been watching from a disgrace for a while now, and once the bandits managed to beat the man down, he started at a charge, taking twin scimitars from their sheathes and barrelling into the men that were beating what had to be a human. he was too tall too be a pure elf, or even a half elf, but he hadn't looked at his ears yet. there was the sound of clashing swords, the sound of the bandits gurgling and spitting up blood, blades sliding against each other as the drow's blades slid against each other. when there was one bandit left, he turned to him, and lurched forwards slamming afoot on the ground and sending the bandit screaming into the horizon. yes, the drop was quite the force to be wreckoned with, and he rarely lost a fight. he would look to the man, examining bruised features. longer hair brown hair pulled into a low pony tail, stubble, pointed nose, tanned, faint smile lines. drizzt sheathed his blades, and held out a hand, white hair having fallen from his hood long ago. "are you alright?"

[Leafwing12]

Ryan had been ambushed by a few bandits. He had t been paying attention. He had been setting up a camp when the group attacked him. He had fought them off as best as he could but they overwhelmed him. He was thankful for the male who had jumped in and helped. He groaned quietly, taking the others hand and standing up.

"Thank you." He said, brushing off some dirt from his shirt. He then looked him over. Oh...This guy was an elf of sorts? He blinked, looking him over before letting his gaze. "Who are you?" He asksd

[dannychan]

drizzt hadn't prepared to be questioned. purple eyes shone through the shadows of his hood as he stared at him. should he tell him the truth, or just tell a lie? most people knew his name- feared him, even, but he guessed this man seemed trust worthy. besides, if he couldn't defeat a few bandits, what could he do to a warrior who had been trained since he could hold a wooden sword? "drizzt do'urden." he finally replied, holding out an.. oddly delicate hand out to shake.

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, staring at him. He heard that name before. He heard a lot about him. He blinked. Ryan had heard that Drizzt was someone to be feared. This elf didn't seem so bad though. He had helped him after all. Ryan waited a moemmt before shaking his hand.

"Ryan Bothwell." He said