[cipher]

here is my character:

name - Salem Val'dor
race - elven
gender - male
age - 48
eyes - most interesting, instead of rounded pupils his are slits.
skin - cooper tone
hair - short curly dirty blonde
height - 6,5
weight - 170
languages - elvish/english
alignment - chaotic good
patron deity - follows no god
class - sorcerer
level - 6
equipment - usually carries a sling and quarter staff, and is capable of weilding both effectivly. Wears a black hooded robe.

personality - Haveing the heart of an adventurer, Salem has always found himself on one quest or another; most of the time he ventures off. by himself being not very trustworthy of other people. His soul is of pure magic, and has always considered himself gifted to be able to cast it. He has a warm personality that exsudes self-confidence, and having a rather fruitfull imagination Salem often daydreams about nothing inparicular. He rarly shows bad judgment but on occation his lack of self-discipline will appear.

History - One day in particular stand out vividly in Salem's mind.

Salem was hunting orcs that we raiding the area with his father and two other elves(Ishtar a female bounty around his age and Raaguvar a highly skilled male ranger). It was early in the day, the sun was just rising bathing the sky in a red glow, when they had met up with the orcs. The orc ranks had been surprisingly reenforced but the Elven party was confident and engage the enemy.

Salem's father, a kensia, and the bounty hunter attacked the orcs head on while Salem held back with the ranger. He fired his first spell, a missile magic, into the center of the enemy group injuring multiple orcs; to his right the ranger was firing a barage or arrows at the closest targets avaliable.
The bounty hunter was having a relativly easy time against the poorly armed orcs but she could see Salem's father was in trouble, his left arm that was limp at his side and looked to be broken. She tryed to get to him but the orcs kept cutting her off; the orcs had circled Salem's father and a cowardly orc put a blade through his back.

Salem heard the female elf's crys and then he saw his father fall. The ranger ran past him, grabbing a dead orcs sword from the ground, he mowed down the five remaining orcs. Salem arriving at his father's side looked in to his eyes and saw no life, Salem cryed.

Salem now wanders from place to place always on the look out for his most hated enemy, orc.