Sigil: City of Doors

Basic Information
Name: Talek Waynolt
Aliases: Talek
Gender: Male
Race: Human / Special (see "Dark Secret")
Age: 33
Profession: Former Nobility, now Adventurer
Languages: Trade Language (common), Undercommon, Draconic
Accent: Very subtle Prime World accent (norse/germanic)

Physical Information
Height: 6' even / 1.83m
Weight: 200lbs / 90.72kg
Body build: Muscular
Skin type: While smooth and normal looking, he has a subdermal layer of scales, only revealed when wounded.
Hair style: Long, well groomed hair
Scars: Significant scaring around the hands, on both arms, back, and legs
Tattoos: Birthmark on his left bicep, resembling a lightning bolt
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Red haired [b]Eyes:[/b] Green eyes [b]Skin:[/b] Fair skinned, prone to freckles [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Neutral Good
Philosophy: Do what's right in the short space of time mortality gives us.
Eat, Drink, and be Merry, for the skein of our lives may be such that we die on the morrow.
Deity/Beliefs: Wotan (aka Odin). A god worthy of respect, if not worship, for He often brings about the early deaths of good men, to fill the Halls of Valhalla.

While not overly fatalistic, he believes his Doom is predetermined, and is often on the lookout for it in signs, omens, or other portents.

Talek has been absent from Sigil for many months, and when he returned, he is clearly much older than sigilian time would account for.

Personality:

[u]Fashion Conscious[/u] [i]Frets over his appearance and clothing.[/i] [u]Withdrawn[/u] [i]He is often withdrawn and quiet, save in the company of friends. However, he watches and listens carefully to the conversations going on around him. [/i] [u]Smug[/u] [i]His estimation of his abilities often border on overconfidence, until consequences teaches him new humility (which only lasts a short time)[/i] [u]Loyal[/u] [i]There are few things he wouldn't do for his close friends[/i] [u]Mecurial[/u] [i]His personality and moods are as unpredictable as the weather . . . in fact, heavily influenced by it.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Commonly dressed in finely tailored clothing, although it's condition is often out of fashion or even poor, depending on his current financial status. He is often cloaked and cowled, trying to hide the changes in his appearance, notably a red hue to his skin, and fangs.

His plate armor and weapons, however, are of the finest quality and well-cared for. He always carries one or more spears, his preferred weapon.
Jewelry: Wears a ring fashioned to resemble the Ouroborus, a serpent swallowing his tail.
Habits/hobbies: Loves fishing, hunting, and camping. When in civilized areas, his favorite hobby is women.
General Health: While largely immune to most mundane sicknesses and disease, the changes his body is undergoing as of late have been frequently painful and worrisome.
Favorite Drink: Mead
Weaknesses:

[u]Phobia[/u]: Has an irrational fear and hatred of vermin (rats, insects, carrion birds). [u]Trusting[/u]: Easily swayed by a pretty face of the opposite gender. [u]Obsessive[/u]: He's very self-conscious of his appearance. He is also a bit of a gambler. [u][b]Dark Secret[/b][/u]: He is stilll uncomfortable with his family's "dark secret", namely, his draconic bloodline, and also is a bit fearful of it. He goes to great lengths to keep it concealed, immediately healing even the slightest injury (which could reveal his special skin). He also has fanged eyeteeth. Despite the fact that his condition is hardly noteworthy in the setting of the City of Sigil, he's very sensitive to it, and the signs of his inhuman heritage are slowly becoming more pronounced as time goes on. [/li]

True to her word, the small female gnome makes her way to knock at the door later that evening to proceed with the spell experiment of Dawns Waking, she'd promptly explain again that the spell would be of illusion spellschool, working in similar manner as "Nightmare" spell, however right opposite to it, to bring peace to troubled dreams, deceiving the subconscious images of dreams into one of peaceful and serene images of most peaceful location Faer'Chik could imagine, her homelands, well that was the intention at least.

The spell required recipient to be asleep during the moment, so she'd mention options for it, being that she could use piece of hair to do it elsewhere as it was required in the "personified" spell such as it was intended, or she could do it on the location. In either decision she would then take the long spellcasting process which required a silent and determined focus for ten minutes to calm her mind and let it to adapt into the peaceful mindset of sleep and dreams, after she decided the focus was all set, her spellcasting started with soft words as not to disturb her if she was allowed to stay, or to disturb her own focus.



Spell was cast, the images of a night sky canyon would slowly adapt into his dreams, sounds of night insects scurrying through the woods above as the dream would advance in the canyon below, there is no sense of danger under the moonlight and stars, only few small clouds in horizon. A gentle breeze of wind striking to skin, as one would advance the swooshing sound of a waterfall nearby, the trip would take one closer towards the waterfall where the canyon ends and opening the woods as well as the river going through it with a waterfall in it. In the distance dancing lights of fireflies can be seen. The illusionary images however would abruptly disappear and possibly disrupt the existing dream, after roughly one hour.

~known to the Harmonium as an ally who's fought alongside many of them, healed, and is in general on very good terms, as good as terms one could be who is not (yet) a member of the Faction. ~

Faction membership application, special duty: Medic