Legends of Belariath
Ashashin
Standing at about 6 feet 2 inches tall, a proud drak sen male from a small warrior tribe. Long silvery hair supplying a frame for fine cut facial features, his appearance seemingly youthful, somewhere in his mid thirties most would probably guess. Warm grey eyes told however tales of decades and centuries past. His slender but muscular form was decorated with shimmering rubies.His tail was long, shiny and flexible to say the least, usually seen sweeping eagerly from left to right behind him. Upon further inspection would would find his body marked with scars from not few conflicts.
He had been raised to be a warrior and with the last drop of his blood, that was what he was. Or at leastwhat he once had been. The life of the blade and the battlefield took its toll on the dragonkin, and he tired after spending decades in battle. He had one day decided that there had to be more to this world then merely killing for pay. Since he had been somewhat of a loner from childhood of, he had no second thoughts about leaving his homeplace. Weeks on the road soon became months, wich eventually turned into years. He did not care where he wandered, as long as he got away from the warring nature of his kin, he felt there was more to life, perhaps even reason to live instead of fight. In the later years of his travels, he came upon a place Named Nanthalion, a place wich took his breath the first time he visited. The nature of life there, it was something he hadnt imagined possible anywhere in thisworld. He had never seen so many different races blending together, so many accessories for trade. So muchto see, and not to mention the freedom, he hadnt heard of any restrictions even after staying for a month.His life slowly began revolving around this place, and especially the tavern called The Lonely Inn.This was where he first came to know about love, he had totally lost his mind to a captivating elven, and lifeseemed to fill up with things that he never knew he missed. For a warrior, he was living like a king, and he loved it. Enjoying every day of his stay in Nanthalion, once again weeks becoming months and so on..