Name: Danriel Thanamor

Age: 53 But he looks 28

Gender: Male

Level: 15 (Beta Tester)

Race/Tribe: Elf

Class: Sorcerer

Job: Artisan

Stats:
Health Points [HP] - 360
Stamina Points [SP] - 360
Experience [EXP] - 20, 862 (15) [To Level Up: 2192]
Vitality [VIT] - 18 (Base 16 +2 from Golden Earrings)
Energy [ENG] - 18 (Base 16 +2 from Golden Earrings)
Strength [STR] - 1 (Base 1)
Endurance [END] - 11 (Base 9 +1 from Leather Vambraces +1 from Leather Pants)
Agility [AGI]- 29 (Base 21 +3 from Leather Vambraces +2 from Leather Pants +3 from Leather Boots)
Intelligence [INT] - 26 (Base 21 +5 from Silk Robes)
Wisdom [WIS] - 29 (Base 21 +4 from Fire Tome +4 from Silk Robes)
Dexterity [DEX] - 1 (Base 1)
Affinity [AFF] - 9 (Base 9)
Luck/Fate [LCK] - 15 (Base 15*)
Racial Skill - In Tune With Nature - The ability to analyze ones surroundings using clues provided by nature.
Personal Skill - Fire Resistant - Takes 1/2 damage from Fire attacks.

Personality: Proud and noble; Danriel sees it as a condescension of his very nature to roam with being less pure than himself, such as the humans or the Duinehithe. However, he will do what he must if awkward situations arise.

Description: Standing at about 5"11' and with 160lbs, Danriel is an elf sorcerer who specializes in the use of fire magic. His yellow eyes are framed by his brown hair, his pointed ears are pierced with golden hoops. He is lean and buff and is capable of fighting hand to hand, though will rarely do so.

From the bottom up he has on a pair of brown, leather boots; brown, leather pants; and he wears a grey, cotton tunic. Atop his tunic he has a golden, linen long vest that is kept together by a brown, leather belt with a gold buckle. Atop his shoulders he has a pair of red, leather pauldrons. Lastly, on his forearms he has a pair of red, leather vambraces.

Writing Sample: As Danriel walks through the forest, the morning dew is still on the grass and the morning light is dancing off it. He tries to keep his steps light to keep intruders from knowing his whereabouts but a stray twig ends up making a crunch sound as he tried to step gingerly. He pauses, trying to stay still to hear any background noises. All he hears is the sounds of birds calling one another and the slight breeze that's blowing through the trees. Comfortable that He's alone, he takes another step. That was a mistake.

He hears the arrows coming before he sees them, and he is able to dodge them with his keen reflexes by somersaulting forward. He turns around and looks for the assailant but the forest is devoid of visible human life. He listens again, thinking that he may have missed something and he goes through every sound one by one. Each bird call, each coo, each gust of wind moving between the branches. To him it becomes a beautiful song with everything singing in a glorious, natural harmony. Then, a single note of discord, it sounded like a bird call, and it was a convincing bird call, but it wasn't in harmony with everything else. It was out of place.

Danriel looks to where he heard the sound from and lo and behold, there was a person concealed in the foliage. They were trying to get closer and they were doing a swell job. But, the bird call to disguise his more noticeable movements had been his downfall. Danriel gets ready a blast of fire energy, building it up using his breathing, and then he sends it in two bursts. One to where the assailant is now, and the other to where Danriel predicts the assailant will move to if he dodges. And Danriel is right, the assailant leaps out of the way of the first fireball only to be struck by the second. The sound of his scream fills the forest.

My Favorite Videogame: Final Fantasy X.

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