Nordican
Honorable Scoundrel
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Rogue Tales (closed for HornyPussycat21)
He hated the sea. It subtle movements didn't make him retch or sick or anything but all the same Alican Venril found it offered little comfort when he traveled. Now about four miles from Dog's Port the small sloop lay anchored about a half a mile off the coast. His stop, his last point on the Slippery Eel as it was. The ship was built well enough and had enough amentities to keep him and his partner entertained but now there was work to be done. The sun was settling in and on the prow of the small ship he stood. Alican had seen twenty five years and been a no good schemer, liar and grifter for about seventeen of them.
Around 6'3 he didn't always make the best thief or the fastest but he had a cunning mind and sharp reflexes. His hair was muggy brown kept short and slightly layered. Intelligent eyes looked out from under his brow and tonight he let them glow in their luminescent blue. A parting gift from a magos on the island of Salin they never changed save when he cast a spell over them. When he did work using an alternate identity like the work he'd be doing for the next couple of weeks he'd have to remember to cover them up.
He was handsome and had an element of mystery and danger written into his face and stance. His nose was just a bit long for his liking though his mouth was perfect for telling a lie or kissing a woman. Under his black and grey tunic and dark brown pants he had a spry frame and the tattoo of a serpent across his chest. In his veins ran magic, trained and powerful and his to command for any unexpected trouble. But truth be told Alican lived on trouble and the profit he made from it. Now on the eve of his next mission he already tasted gold in the air and he relished it.
He hated the sea. It subtle movements didn't make him retch or sick or anything but all the same Alican Venril found it offered little comfort when he traveled. Now about four miles from Dog's Port the small sloop lay anchored about a half a mile off the coast. His stop, his last point on the Slippery Eel as it was. The ship was built well enough and had enough amentities to keep him and his partner entertained but now there was work to be done. The sun was settling in and on the prow of the small ship he stood. Alican had seen twenty five years and been a no good schemer, liar and grifter for about seventeen of them.
Around 6'3 he didn't always make the best thief or the fastest but he had a cunning mind and sharp reflexes. His hair was muggy brown kept short and slightly layered. Intelligent eyes looked out from under his brow and tonight he let them glow in their luminescent blue. A parting gift from a magos on the island of Salin they never changed save when he cast a spell over them. When he did work using an alternate identity like the work he'd be doing for the next couple of weeks he'd have to remember to cover them up.
He was handsome and had an element of mystery and danger written into his face and stance. His nose was just a bit long for his liking though his mouth was perfect for telling a lie or kissing a woman. Under his black and grey tunic and dark brown pants he had a spry frame and the tattoo of a serpent across his chest. In his veins ran magic, trained and powerful and his to command for any unexpected trouble. But truth be told Alican lived on trouble and the profit he made from it. Now on the eve of his next mission he already tasted gold in the air and he relished it.
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