<div class="floatright">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/79574c3633b742b8f7c5e74c6250acdd/tumblr_n5n8l1Eclv1sn3ne4o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Peldor Slatetide<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human, technically 1/8th elf<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Geomancer<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Ons:</strong>Minerals and rocks, Crystals and tantric things, Spiritualism, Drugs, Gambling, Confidence, Smarts, Submissive women, Small Breasted Women, Oral(giving and receiving), Rough Passionate Sex, Domination play<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Nature, Losing, Vore, vomit, bathroom stuff, torture, Mutilations, Anal<br/><br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong><br/><br/><strong>SMASH!:</strong>Peldor loves big rocks. Sandstone, granite, slate, flint, etc. He often stops to study them, and he has even been known to lick them if they are new to him. He also loves flinging them at his enemies. Unfortunately this is a massively telegraphed attack. It is hard to miss a cannonball sized stone rising slowly into the air before it is catapulted at you.<br/><br/><strong>Grasping Earth</strong>: Turning dirt and sand into soft squishy mud and quicksand under his opponents. Causing them to trip or be slowed down in a fight. This can be far more subtle than his usual hurl large rock at the baddies strategy, but it takes time, up to a minute, and concentration. It also leaves either a rather large mess. He has ducked out on quite a few clean up bills for taverns after using this trick in bar fights.<br/><br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'4"<br/><strong>Build:</strong>A lanky lean build without being overly muscular.<br/><strong>Description:</strong>Peldor is tall and toned with piercing blue eyes. His ears come to slight points which hint at his elven heritage. His black hair is always styled and immaculately coifed. He seldom sports more than stubble if he can help it. His skin burns easily, a hold over from his elvish side, so he is often rather pale. At best he can achieve lightly tanned. He favors tailored fitted shirts and long coats to the traditional wizards robes. And always accents his outfit with several pieces of stone and crystal jewelry, especially his trade mark staff with its large stylized emerald eye top.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Peldor can come off as a hard partying, foul-mouthed, and cynical young man. He is a selfish anti-hero, a scoundrel, and at best a reluctant hero. Meaning he tries to avoid heroic deeds or tasks, but once he undertakes them, he is willing to sacrifice others for the greater good. And sometimes for his own selfish nature. He justifies this by weighing his own life's value, or his wants, over others. He is pragmatic, practical, and has little patience for hope and idealism, especially if it hinders necessary action. He is not above using people, and all forms of violence, in order to accomplish his goal. He is loyal to those that show him loyalty first. As he cynically expects everyone to betray each other as their natural state. Once he is your friend he would move mountains, sometimes literally, for you as he understands that his personality is polarizing. So he values those that he does call friends. Just...don't trust him to house sit. Or barrow you horse. Or watch your pets. I also would not lend him any money. And, by the gods, do not ask him to watch children!<br/><br/>He is also hopelessly addicted to his various vices. Gambling and sex being his one and two. Drugs and alcohol are a close three and four. He really prefers to combine all four in an epic party session if he can arrange it. These are often what motivates him to find work as a novice adventurer.<br/><br/><strong>Story:</strong>Ask Peldor where he comes from and you will get a different story every time. Usually more outrageous than he last. According to him he has sailed the pirate isles by gambling his passage with the captain of a ship. Studied with the scholars of Mt. Nevermind. Trekked the forests of the north with an elvish druid circle, and crossed the great deserts of the south on a camel. It is all hogwash. But he can lie with a smile, and tell a tall tale to rival the best bard. And he knows smatterings of enough languages that, sometimes, he can make it all seem plausible.<br/><br/>The truth is Peldor is a run away. He was meant for great things and was kicked out of all the best academies. He is on the run from family responsibilities and figured Amberdale was a splendid back water to hide out in. His funds are drying up rather rapidly though. So he is looking for small tasks to tide his coin purse over until he can gamble his meager earnings into a fortune. It has not happened yet, but soon.<br/><br/>Player: Kathedon