Description
- Name: Pronounced Silver.
- Age: Looks somewhere between 20 and 27.
- Hair Color/Style: A very striking, steel silver/short and simple.
- Eye Color: Silver.
- Skin: Jet Black.
- Race/subrace: Half Elf half Drow (Drow = Dark elf). Is a Vampire.
- Abilities: Magician.
- Build: Slim.
- How one might describe him: "Holy sh-- that guy is hot!" Okay, maybe thats a little much, but Sylver is a rather stunning fellow. He is generally good looking, and his steel silver eyes are rather alluring. Being "good looking" is a very typical elf trait, and this mostly stems from his elf lineage. Skin tone and hair come from the dark elf part. The slim build comes from both (Okay, no. I'm not trying to make one of those retarted characters who can seduce someone with a mere glance. That is not my intention at all, but I'm not saying Sylver might not try).
He has a companion that is usually around nearby.
Runic guardians are constructs with superior physical and magical capabilities. A runic guardian is a massive, human-shaped figure made of stone, steel, and lead. Its hands and arms are constructed of hollow stone filled with lead for a more deadly punch. Carved, magic runes inlaid with precious metals adorn its head, limbs, and torso. Whenever a runic guardian casts a spell, these runes flare up into a variety of brilliant colors. A runic guardian serves one master that is designated at the time they are created, and no other. (Which would be Sylver) The construct is keyed to a specific item kept by the master. The master can use this piece of jewelry to call the runic guardian to his or her side from any distance, or even from another plane of existence. This guardian knows its master, and will kill imposers right out.
In combat, the guardian pounds away with its leaden fists. The runes glow white and causes minor booms of sound to disorient foes, or even make them deaf. Upon its master's death, it goes on rampage. It can repair itself if the appropriate items are around, and, as stated before, it can casts spells.
Wall: This creates a wall of a single energy type as appropriate to what attack is being blocked. (Fire wall to block ice, sound to block another deafening sound, ect.)
Personality
Quotes: You wouldn't know a good time if you were looking at, and the fact that you can see me proves that. And thee immortal words of Shakespear: "This sucks." Drow is a bitch of a language. Thyne ear is much enhamor'd by thine voice.
Sylver is a mix of the sterotypical Drow and elf, but does display indivduality. He is slightly egostistic, flirty (thinks he is Aphrodite's elven gift to women), loyal, and is kind to anyone unless he is in a bad mood, or someone gives him a reason to be otherwise. The Elven traits include being joyful, risk taking, and moderatly care free. The drow side of him influences thoughts of kniving, and suggests being away from large gathering, rather sticking to a shadow and being caculating and cold. He sometimes insults people or displays other emmotions through a different language then english. (He speaks elven, drow, english, japanese, chinese, Celestial, Sylvian, and a few others)
Equipment
Because he is part mage, Sylver can summon weapons among other spells. These are what he typically makes:
Living Chain: This metal chain sports wicked-looking, razor-sharp barbs and seems to writhe with a life of its own. Thats because it does. To some extent, the chain does control itself. It tends to tie around an opponent's limbs and let Sylver finish 'em off.
Lash of Sands: Strips of leather wrap the handle of this strange whip, but the rest of its length seems to be a ribbon of cohesive sand. This weapon attempts to destroy the water within a target, thus making it a rather formidable weapon. It is the apocalypse of plants.
Normal Weapons:
Compound bow: This is just like a normal, everyday, metal bow with a string made of very tight material. It is assisted, but has no extra bulk or distinguishable features past being painted black. He carries several different kinds of arrows. These include normal, hammer head, arrows with electrical packs in them that can be set to lethal or stun, incendiary, and explosive. All but the explosive, electrical, and hammer head usually have armor piercing tips. 
(but painted black)
Crossbow: Same type of ammunition as the compound bow. 
.357 revolvers: Dual, black, extended cylinders to hold 10 rounds each. 
Knife, throwing knives, whatever.
Typically carries: Bow or Crossbow and his two revolvers. Summons the magical weapons when he needs to.
Clothing:
Eel Hide: This outfit is made from the rubbery, black hide of some finely scaled fish or eel and looks slick with thin slime. Though this armor does is not actually slimy, it feels so to the touch. When called forth, it cackles with electricity. It is a dark blue. It is easily hidden under his
Awesome:
It looks like this, except his version of it is black. He conceals his weapons within it... well, all but his bow/crossbow and arrows/bolts.
Magical spells. He is not an healer, mystic, magi, or those other sub categories of magic things. He is just an illusionist/evoker. The illusions are mostly confuse other people or try to scare them type spells, but his evoker spells are not very strong. The skills are mostly just used to enhance his illusions.
He keeps a magical item on him that he couldn't otherwise cast magic without. (its like his spell focus, for say) It is basically a gold disk with a blue diamond cut and compressed into an almost flat circle about the size of a quarter. An evil doll (played by ----((input username later) is currently in control of this, and in control of Sylver. If it was destroyed, it would effectively kill Sylver.
This gas mask include an electronic HUD and the typical "video-game loud out" type of display. It protects against inhalants and can act as a rebreather, but he does not have an air tank. (a rebreather recycles air, but eventually the air gets so filled with carbon monoxide and other exhaled pollutants that he must empty it)
History
This will be explained better through IC:
His mother was a relatively powerful Dark Elf in her clan. The clan was very successful, and mostly composed of magicians. One day, something happened, and she "fell" in love with a "normal" elf, who happened to be a magician. This resulted into an exile, and Sylver was considered a bastard child. What he doesn't know, is that his mother was actually hexed...
He knows that his father is a normal elf and everything, but never really met him for an extended amount of time.
---anyone who doesn't have a reason to want to know this (I mean want as in vital to an RP or something), ignore this!---
Sylver is mentally enslaved to Sonya Macey. He does whatever he can to keep her happy, and is constantly complimenting her/insulting others through rude comparison. He also constantly qoutets shakespear/other poets.
"...in the mind of the lover, madman, and the poet... is seen different, but the same..."
So begins...
Sylver sighed. He put the collar up on his duster and tried to protect himself from the cold, hard rain. His hair was wet and heavy from all the accumulated liquid, and thus he searched in all but despair for somewhere warm. Then he saw it: Gambit's Bar. [Hmm?] He thought. The large neon sign was noticeable, but somewhat hard to read. He dashed across the street and opened the door without hesitation. Looking around for a moment, Sylver ordered mountain dew and quickly found a seat by the fireplace. [Ahhh....]
Sylver looked around before standing up. He took off his duster which, laughably, was supposed to be water proof, and draped it over the arm of the chair. He sat back down and leaned back. He was too tired to look around for threats, really. He had laid down his bow on the floor and turned on the safety of his two guns.
Sylver sighed quietly as someone approached. [Great, company.] he thought, sarcastically. He also thought about a reply to her rather stupid question, but he knew no one here, and thus didn't want to risk offending someone. "Yes, it is." He said slowly. "Its raining cows and dogs."
Sylver also turned to see Puar Felward after sighing and everything.
Sylver nodded. He didn't expect someone to laugh at something he would have to say, and thus found the lady quiet quaint for laughing. It wasn't something he could help, and wasn't his place to judge. "Neither do I... Its hard to get use to, really."
Sylver shook his head. "No, not a desert." He said, shifting in his seat slightly, but still but answering the real question. He placed one arm on the arm of the chair that had his duster on it. "Please, ma'am, have a seat." His other hand pointed to a chair near his.
Sylver thought about asking a question about whether she would be classified "male" or "female," but thought better. It would have resulted in a very, very awkward silence. "Well... okay. Sorry, I don't think I caught your name. I just... it seems more polite to call someone ma'am or sir until you learn their name, or if there lower then you. Y'know?"
Sylver was rudely god modded and grabbed by the throat, and lifted to the creature's mouth. "I... I..." he tried to blink the rain out of his eyes and get a good look, only to squeal at the sight of the mandibles. "I... no... no one... don't eat me!" He was scared shit out of his mind, something that he normally wasn't.
Sylver shrugged. "I don't know. Customs change, I guess. But really, I do not believe I caught your name...?" He sat up, and leaned forward slightly.
Sylver mouth twitched slightly at the ends. He played the word out without opening his mouth, finding it interesting. Better then the name that everyone seemed to have: Jack. "Well, I am pleased to make your aquantince, Puar. I am Sylver"
Sylver frowned, but it shifted to a smile. A lot of people commented on his name, but he thought that this at least wasn't an insult. "Silver, but spelled Syler." he said, emphasis on the y. At the comparison and mention of shiny object, he thought for moment. Shifting his duster, he reached into a small pouch and pulled out a silver disk and a gold coin. "Y'mean like these?" He asked, holding them out.
Sylver used his thumb to flick both coins into the air. They revolved several times, and Sylver put his hand down. They both thumped as they hit the floor. Jack extended his hand again, and the items were still in it. The items were, noticeably, no longer on the floor.
It was like a magic trick.
"What do you mean by 'solid?'"
Sylver shrugged again, replacing the objects in his duster, realizing that she wasn't much interested in his trick. "Well... Puar isn't a bad name itself, y'know." He said casually.
Sylver was bilingual. Dark elf was a bitch of a language, and knowing others helped. He realized that the lady he was talking to was easily excited, much like a drunk, but didn't comment. "Well..." he was about to say, "yeah, always expecting trouble," but didn't want to sound like a want to be gaucho prick or something like that. Instead, he sighed. "...sort of. I uh... just like to keep 'em around, y'know? Personal reasons." After saying this, Sylver grabbed his two revolvers, and pulled them out of their holsters. He laid them on his lap, and examined one of them.
Sylver quickly realized that this woman's knowledge of weapons could be compared to a child's understanding of rocket science. That is, a kid with a Florida education. He nodded, holding it in a way so that she could see it, and popping out the cylinder to make sure it was fully loaded. "Yes, it is a revolver. High kick, a lot of noise, ten shots per cylinder. Fires three fifty-seven magnum rounds, armor piercing, tips loaded with mono wire. Pretty scary holes it makes, two."
Sylver watched as the woman slumped to the floor. [Fuck...] he thought, [something is wrong.] He, almost unnoticeably, looked over his shoulder and slammed the cylinder back into his weapon, tightening his grip. [What? werewolves? What...?] "Well... thats another thing I forgot to mention...." he mumbled, ignoring her current position.
Sylver would've figured that hell yeah he could keep secrets, he didn't know who the hell this person was! He couldn't stop from asking. "Are you alright? Or is the floor just really interesting?"
Sylver shifted, and nodded. "O... oh..., okay..." he said, but his voice became more firm. "I think I can get're mehself..."
Sylver has met people with stranger habits. "If your feeling dizzy, then perhaps you should go home... or get a room upstairs?" he smiled devilishly.
Sylver got to the floor and walked away. "Thank... thank you so, so much, sir." He looked around and stumbled for the door, only to trip and and land in a booth by zack telsa.
