Saturday, January 22, 2005

Koromor?

Why did I pick Koromor? There is no secret meaning to it behind everything or some sort of nick name. It's a name I use on Roleplaying games. Most of them being just text-based games, which in my opinion are some of the best RPG out there. The name is original or at least was when I came up with it. In one of the RPG text games it requrired me to right a description of my Drow character, Koromor. Now keep in mind that a Drow is an Evil character so I had to make the description match the character. Here is my description of Koromor: ::Bright amber eyes glare at you from deep, dark sockets. Any emotions this man has are hidden beneath the shadow of his skin and only his eyes, burning a golden brown, reveal his hatred for the world. ::His features, smooth yet defined give him an almost attractive, and one might even go as far as call him handsome if he did not wear a look of pure evil. A deadly look that would kill a man. A deep scar on his neck shows, at least one, failed attempt at riding the world of the vile man. Many other scars scatter this warrior’s body, many hidden by his cloths and armor he wears. ::This Drow stands a half a head short of 6ft.. His dark grey skin, almost black, hides a dark shade of bronze and only where the rays of sun hits his black skin does the darkness weaken its hold on his man’s skin. ::His armor, perfectly constructed, moves silently as this man shifts his weight from one foot to the other. A dark metal chain mail gleams in an almost magical way from beneath a light black jacket. ::Hanging around his neck at the end of a long, delicate chain hangs an intricate pendent. This pendent, old, tarnished, and broken, used to reveal this Drow’s family crest but no longer can be recognized from the many years of abuse. ::Rather tight fitting pants can be seen under a set of greaves, stopping short of his foot showing a pair of boots. These boots are padded and entwined with magic and will never sound a footfall. Wearing nothing over his head he reveals snow white hair. Just long enough, he has pulled his hair back in to a tight ponytail. ::The color of this man’s skin is not the only thing that is dark, it goes further than skin deep. A sinister evil emits off from everything about this drow even his weapon, a powerful saber, stored in a decorated sheath, hangs restlessly at his side waiting eagerly for its next victim.

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