Midnight Howl

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Rising. Falling. Rising. Falling. A small arm instinctively moved beneath the fawn colored cloak finding its way over the elf’s stomach until the queasiness subsided. Crossing the Moonsea on her venture from Myth Drannor seemed to be the obvious course at the time, though plagued with being tossed about on the high seas, Alfirineth undoubtedly had rather taken the scenic route. If the wood elf hadn’t already been running late she’d have all but started kissing the ground at landfall. Shaking her head in hopes of warding off unpleasant feelings, dark emerald hair shifted with little effort underneath the cloak’s hood as blue-green peered into the distance, their mark on the keep ahead. Leather boots lighted themselves swiftly against the crunch of the dirt path, often making small leaps as the level of the ground continued shifting. With the distance closing in each stride, it was only minutes until town gates towered before her; Sheildsworn on their guard.

Hullburg at last.

“Hold. What business have you?”

When first presented with the request for aid, Alfirineth was uncertain if rising up to the occasion was the wisest decision. She’d heard rumors of using adventurers for means of territorial expansion or power manipulation, both falling contrary to her upbringing. Nonetheless, she’d also heard rumors of disturbances of the undead. If such was the case it was her duty under Mielikki to intervene. Sheildsworn before her, she smiled downwards while reaching rather sheepishly into the small pouch strapped to her thigh, fingers delicately wrapping around the summons. The paper crinkled against her hand, slightly reluctant in being pulled from the space, but at last finding its way to the guard’s outstretched hand.

Face of stone, the man’s blank eyes skimmed the paper breaking away only to look at Rin herself. After a moment he handed the paper back, “Running a bit late aren’t we?” Rin’s ivory skin quickly flushed red as an apology started only to be cut off by the man’s lighthearted chuckle as he gestured to a younger guard across the way. “Follow him Miss. The Harmarch has already begun.”

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The sound of armor clanking against itself led the young woman through the courtyard and eventually through the innards of the building. The area itself modest in its decorum. To some this would appear disheartening, but to Alfirineth it immediately instilled a sense of respect and comfort. Lush, bold furnishings were nothing but a façade to distract the viewer from underlying issues. The lack of such meaningless airs was refreshing.

As silence replaced movement, the young woman was pulled back into the situation at hand as the guard left her before the room. Slipping in through the door she made eye contact with the Harmarch before removing her hood and bowing her head in apology. She went to stand in the corner and was briefed by the remaining guard on the offer while listening to the tail end of the conversation, or perhaps hostilities, between the two women. At the end Rin wasn't sure what to make of it all. No doubt at surface value the Sun Elf seemed to be excessively greedy. Rin was not the type to understand this sentiment, finding many things to be more valuable than money. Still, she didn't wish to judge the "gypsy" too soon. Looking on the brightside,she decided to be patient. With the paladin on the opposite side of the spectrum Alfirineth felt an uneasiness overcome her as to the solidity of the group. Aside from necromancy and the possibility of enraged spirits, too much was still unknown. If they'd be unable to rely on one another...death would be likely.

Eyes scanning each individual in her stomach tightened. It didn’t take much of an inference to determine Grigor Hulmaster was calculated in his decisions. Multiple members of various churches? Rin knew one thing for certain: It wasn’t a matter of if a member of their group was going to raid a tomb as much as when. They’d need the help of the gods.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Alfirineth (Rin) Laerorngwen

Appearance

Race: Half Wood Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 45 (21)

Class: Shaman

Stats:

Strength: 6
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 17
Wisdom: 18
Charisma: 8

Physical Description: Standing at roughly 5’6” and 145lbs, nothing about Rin’s build announces reason for intimidation. Gentle locks of shadowy emerald hair flow wildly, framing her face, falling just above the waistline. Her eyes are aqua green, almost as if the forest and ocean came together in a dance; the battle between the two causing the color of them to change oft, always leaning one way or the other without either truly gaining ground. Ritual tattoos signifying her place as a priestess (and connecting her to the divines) contrast significantly against the soft ivory skin. Her movements are generally tender and calculated, even in stressful situations. Nonetheless, when in battle, she does not allow it to limit her. On her left shoulder there is a faint silvery scar from when she was rescued by a wolf.

Armor/Attire: Serving under the Lady of the Forest, Mielikki, Alfrin can usually be found in earthy tones of varying greens, browns, and whites. Her breastplate is made of simple leather with tree branching patterns burned delicately into the material. Leather boots work their way up to just above the shin. The gauntlets, one the other hand, are Elven, a faded gold in color, and are a token of her past. Various pouches line her belt and thighs, and a quiver of elk is strapped to her back. Her cloak is varying shades of browns and tans with flecks of cream throughout, much like a fawn’s coat. Around her neck is a small silver pendent, a tree whose branches and roots spread broad, eventually forming a circle around it; this symbol gives the blessing of Guidance and Protection.

Equipment

• Handcrafted longbow with elk quiver: holds 15 arrows
• Wolf’s Fangs: medical needles generally used for acupuncture; in battle can be used fatally if on artery or for paralysis if nerve
• Skinning knife: sheath is located at her back on her belt
• Shadowsong: 9” dagger, outer left thigh
• Alchemy Bag filled with various medicinal herbs
• Prayer book, as well as guide in connecting with both the divines and the fallen
• Various other provisions such as a waterskin, money, potions, dried rations, medical supplies, ect.

Mental Description/Personality:
Alfirineth is a kind soul with a gentle heart. Following the faith instilled in her, the young elf chooses to believe good can be found even in the darkest of hearts. Nonetheless, the girl is no fool, nor is ignorant to the cruelty in the world. It is more so the idea anyone can change for the better; it only takes a slight change in the winds to alter a course. Preferring to look at situations from the outside in, she is calculating and decisive in finalizing her thoughts. Once she has come to a conclusion little to nothing will change her mind. Intuitive to the feelings of others, Rin is rather selfless, putting them above her own. For those close to her, she would lay down her life no questions asked.

Rin is an independent, humble woman who often keeps her feet off the ground and her head in the clouds. Adventurous at heart, she finds a path less taken to be the one with the most interesting possibilities. Dedicated to nature, she respects even the tiniest creature, mentally processing all outcomes before actually taking a life. Being small, Rin doesn’t bother with heavy armor as she’d prefer to deal with her threats with her archery, from a distance. When forced into hand to hand combat she has learned how to use her opponent's strength against them through agility and training. Though generally soft natured, Rin is abrupt and to the point when irritated or angered. She isn't one for 'beating around the bush', and would rather say what she thinks and move on.

Due to the tattoos covering her body, Rin has the ability to connect with deities other than her own, even those of a darker nature. Unfortunately, doing so takes a massive toll on her body, usually cause her to be bedridden for a day or two minimum. Aside from this, her magic revolves around healing, strengthening the spirit, and summoning animals in nature to her aid (her spirit transformation is that of a large arctic wolf, this creature choice is specific to being a follower of Mielikki, Lady of the forest, along with aspects of Silvanus).

When it comes down to it Alfirineth highly values three traits: loyalty, honesty, and perseverance. Loyalty isn't blind or completely steadfast, but she feels safer knowing that her friends have her back and are willing to stand up for her. Honesty is crucial to any relationship in her mind, though she knows how to keep quiet when necessary. Perseverance is a quality which can tip the balance of scales, making the difference between a dream being forgotten or coming true.

Goals: She wishes to understand the world as seen from those raised on the outside, gaining a new perspective on the soul: what hardens it, breaks it, builds it back up again. Rin hopes to apply this knowledge into her faith, bringing the cycle of the universe together with a new perspective.

Background/History:
Born in a small village along the Heartblood River at the southern end of the High Forest (north of the Grey Vale), Alfirineth was raised to respect the nature around her, learning to make herself flexible to the flow rather trying to manipulate it to fit her own needs. Uncle being a master carpenter and stoneworker, the young girl excelled in the crafting of bows and arrows as well as in leather tanning. Her technique was strengthened in her knowledge of the hunt, much of her free time spent practicing with archery and trapping. It wasn’t long before she knew the area well, learning the art of craftiness from many close calls.

Many of the young elf’s earliest memories revolved around the general distrust in magic, as well as a distancing from divine thoughts in general. To her people, calling on these deities was nothing more than a wasted breath. Even then, the young girl couldn’t fully understand how magic, which appeared to be so beautiful, could be so inherently wicked. Her curiosity in these affairs was often cause of scrutiny, especially considering her father being a human. Though she never knew the man, let alone his ideologies on either case, Rin couldn’t help but feel a pull in her spirit that there was something more, something she should be looking for.

The validity of the feelings came with a confirmation one cool autumn day when Rin was approximately 13 years of age. Following a deer, the girl stumbled upon what appeared to be a necromancer summoning the undead. Naturally curious about magic in general, the elf climbed a nearby tree, making her way through the branches until she was in earshot. Enthralled by the scene, she ignored the subtle cracking sound of the branch. Within moments the safety of the boughs was replaced with the hard ground, the sound of her own body crunching against fallen leaves and the cracking of wood. The rest of the memory appeared as nothing but flashes: undead corpses surrounding her, flying through the air before landing against a rocky cliffside, her heart bursting out of her chest as a warm liquid flowed down her face. Then it came, a voice. Suddenly, she felt teeth in her shoulder, as her body was being pulled away from the fight. A druid appeared in her peripheral as wolves came out of the woods closing in on the necromancer. Alfirineth blacked out shortly afterwards, one thought on her mind, “It’s too soon in the season for their fur to be white…why?” Darkness came quickly.

Rin awakened already bandage, tucked in on her bed with her mother giving her a most peculiar look. Physically, she came out with the mild head trauma and a scar on her shoulder from the wolf that saved her. Still she felt unsettled, like a stone was sinking into the bottom of her stomach. That look…why did it make her feel this way? Soon it wasn’t just her mother, but the whole village. The voice from that day…it lingered. Years came and went, that longing for answers from her childhood refused to wane, gnawing at her constantly to the point even her dreams were filled with pictures she didn’t understand, faces that her eyes never rested upon. There was no staying in her homeland, that was a fact she’d grown up knowing but never truly acknowledged. Now, as she packed up what little she could carry on her person, Rin could only have faith in destiny. She needed to know what happened that day, what it all meant, what all those eyes knew but refused to say.

Her adventures began southward spreading from the High Moor east to the Hill of Lost Souls and back north again. Rumors of similar stories kept her following what seemed to be a path of dead ends. Completing small quest for locals or selling her woodwork kept her fed, allowing for enough connections to find the next lead.

Solace came at last in the form of an elderly elf seeking protection on her way through the Forgotten Forest. Offering a pretty price, Rin was unable to turn the woman down, though surprised the lady would choose someone so small over the orks also offering their assistance. “Call it a hunch. I’d expect a wood elf to give me a little luck on the venture. And you my dear, let’s just say I believe you have the gods on your side,” the woman laughed leaving Rin as confused as ever, but hopeful this was what she’d been waiting for. Curious to where they were traveling, Alfirineth learned it was a pilgrimage to the shrine of Silvanus, the Forest Father. Throughout the next week she learned the history of the god, of his “daughters” Mielikki and Eldath. It was early in the morning when they finally arrived. The instant Rin looked upon the shrine a vision came over her explaining everything she’d never known. The druid that rescued her that day was called upon by Silvanus himself. The mark on her shoulder, his blessing. He directed her to become a Shaman of Mielikki, therefore a direct worshipper of him as well. “Travel to Comanthor. Find your destiny there.”

For the first time in her life Rin felt at peace. Those looks she’d gotten all those years were for a blessing that only she seemed unable to see. Now her eyes were opened and her path sure.

The journey to Comanthor took her to many places, bringing a newfound wisdom to this world, for joy and for sorrow. Once abroad, she settled in Myth Drannor starting her quest for knowledge all over again. She learned from the locals of a shaman of Silvanus and Mielikki named Matolokive, known for his extensive knowledge in alchemy and healing. Through fate she became his disciple for the next 20 odd years, expanding her own abilities as a future priestess of Mielikki. Rin became an expert in herbal knowledge, medicinal techniques, and the fine line between healing a life and snuffing it out. Much of her time was spent expanding her wisdom through reading of books and scrolls. After completing her history of the divines she was granted with the ritual tattoos to help hone her abilities in seeking guidance. Physically, she was taught to push her body to the limits in the name of understanding her place as part of the universe. Rin was taught hand to hand combat, how to use her small frame to her advantage. Forced to train for hours on end, it all set the foundation for when she would once again head out on her own, claiming her place a lighthouse for the weary.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@POOHEAD189 Okie dokie my good sir. I think I've got it all down. Lemme know if there is anything else.

Alfirineth (Rin) Laerorngwen

Alfirineth (Rin) Laerorngwen

Appearance

Race: Half Wood Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 45 (21)

Class: Shaman

Stats:

Strength: 6
Dexterity: 16
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 17
Wisdom: 18
Charisma: 8

Physical Description: Standing at roughly 5’6” and 145lbs, nothing about Rin’s build announces reason for intimidation. Gentle locks of shadowy emerald hair flow wildly, framing her face, falling just above the waistline. Her eyes are aqua green, almost as if the forest and ocean came together in a dance; the battle between the two causing the color of them to change oft, always leaning one way or the other without either truly gaining ground. Ritual tattoos signifying her place as a priestess (and connecting her to the divines) contrast significantly against the soft ivory skin. Her movements are generally tender and calculated, even in stressful situations. Nonetheless, when in battle, she does not allow it to limit her. On her left shoulder there is a faint silvery scar from when she was rescued by a wolf.

Armor/Attire: Serving under the Lady of the Forest, Mielikki, Alfrin can usually be found in earthy tones of varying greens, browns, and whites. Her breastplate is made of simple leather with tree branching patterns burned delicately into the material. Leather boots work their way up to just above the shin. The gauntlets, one the other hand, are Elven, a faded gold in color, and are a token of her past. Various pouches line her belt and thighs, and a quiver of elk is strapped to her back. Her cloak is varying shades of browns and tans with flecks of cream throughout, much like a fawn’s coat. Around her neck is a small silver pendent, a tree whose branches and roots spread broad, eventually forming a circle around it; this symbol gives the blessing of Guidance and Protection.

Equipment

• Handcrafted longbow with elk quiver: holds 15 arrows
• Wolf’s Fangs: medical needles generally used for acupuncture; in battle can be used fatally if on artery or for paralysis if nerve
• Skinning knife: sheath is located at her back on her belt
• Shadowsong: 9” dagger, outer left thigh
• Alchemy Bag filled with various medicinal herbs
• Prayer book, as well as guide in connecting with both the divines and the fallen
• Various other provisions such as a waterskin, money, potions, dried rations, medical supplies, ect.

Mental Description/Personality:
Alfirineth is a kind soul with a gentle heart. Following the faith instilled in her, the young elf chooses to believe good can be found even in the darkest of hearts. Nonetheless, the girl is no fool, nor is ignorant to the cruelty in the world. It is more so the idea anyone can change for the better; it only takes a slight change in the winds to alter a course. Preferring to look at situations from the outside in, she is calculating and decisive in finalizing her thoughts. Once she has come to a conclusion little to nothing will change her mind. Intuitive to the feelings of others, Rin is rather selfless, putting them above her own. For those close to her, she would lay down her life no questions asked.

Rin is an independent, humble woman who often keeps her feet off the ground and her head in the clouds. Adventurous at heart, she finds a path less taken to be the one with the most interesting possibilities. Dedicated to nature, she respects even the tiniest creature, mentally processing all outcomes before actually taking a life. Being small, Rin doesn’t bother with heavy armor as she’d prefer to deal with her threats with her archery, from a distance. When forced into hand to hand combat she has learned how to use her opponent's strength against them through agility and training. Though generally soft natured, Rin is abrupt and to the point when irritated or angered. She isn't one for 'beating around the bush', and would rather say what she thinks and move on.

Due to the tattoos covering her body, Rin has the ability to connect with deities other than her own, even those of a darker nature. Unfortunately, doing so takes a massive toll on her body, usually cause her to be bedridden for a day or two minimum. Aside from this, her magic revolves around healing, strengthening the spirit, and summoning animals in nature to her aid (her spirit transformation is that of a large arctic wolf, this creature choice is specific to being a follower of Mielikki, Lady of the forest, along with aspects of Silvanus).

When it comes down to it Alfirineth highly values three traits: loyalty, honesty, and perseverance. Loyalty isn't blind or completely steadfast, but she feels safer knowing that her friends have her back and are willing to stand up for her. Honesty is crucial to any relationship in her mind, though she knows how to keep quiet when necessary. Perseverance is a quality which can tip the balance of scales, making the difference between a dream being forgotten or coming true.

Goals: She wishes to understand the world as seen from those raised on the outside, gaining a new perspective on the soul: what hardens it, breaks it, builds it back up again. Rin hopes to apply this knowledge into her faith, bringing the cycle of the universe together with a new perspective.

Background/History:
Born in a small village along the Heartblood River at the southern end of the High Forest (north of the Grey Vale), Alfirineth was raised to respect the nature around her, learning to make herself flexible to the flow rather trying to manipulate it to fit her own needs. Uncle being a master carpenter and stoneworker, the young girl excelled in the crafting of bows and arrows as well as in leather tanning. Her technique was strengthened in her knowledge of the hunt, much of her free time spent practicing with archery and trapping. It wasn’t long before she knew the area well, learning the art of craftiness from many close calls.

Many of the young elf’s earliest memories revolved around the general distrust in magic, as well as a distancing from divine thoughts in general. To her people, calling on these deities was nothing more than a wasted breath. Even then, the young girl couldn’t fully understand how magic, which appeared to be so beautiful, could be so inherently wicked. Her curiosity in these affairs was often cause of scrutiny, especially considering her father being a human. Though she never knew the man, let alone his ideologies on either case, Rin couldn’t help but feel a pull in her spirit that there was something more, something she should be looking for.

The validity of the feelings came with a confirmation one cool autumn day when Rin was approximately 13 years of age. Following a deer, the girl stumbled upon what appeared to be a necromancer summoning the undead. Naturally curious about magic in general, the elf climbed a nearby tree, making her way through the branches until she was in earshot. Enthralled by the scene, she ignored the subtle cracking sound of the branch. Within moments the safety of the boughs was replaced with the hard ground, the sound of her own body crunching against fallen leaves and the cracking of wood. The rest of the memory appeared as nothing but flashes: undead corpses surrounding her, flying through the air before landing against a rocky cliffside, her heart bursting out of her chest as a warm liquid flowed down her face. Then it came, a voice. Suddenly, she felt teeth in her shoulder, as her body was being pulled away from the fight. A druid appeared in her peripheral as wolves came out of the woods closing in on the necromancer. Alfirineth blacked out shortly afterwards, one thought on her mind, “It’s too soon in the season for their fur to be white…why?” Darkness came quickly.

Rin awakened already bandage, tucked in on her bed with her mother giving her a most peculiar look. Physically, she came out with the mild head trauma and a scar on her shoulder from the wolf that saved her. Still she felt unsettled, like a stone was sinking into the bottom of her stomach. That look…why did it make her feel this way? Soon it wasn’t just her mother, but the whole village. The voice from that day…it lingered. Years came and went, that longing for answers from her childhood refused to wane, gnawing at her constantly to the point even her dreams were filled with pictures she didn’t understand, faces that her eyes never rested upon. There was no staying in her homeland, that was a fact she’d grown up knowing but never truly acknowledged. Now, as she packed up what little she could carry on her person, Rin could only have faith in destiny. She needed to know what happened that day, what it all meant, what all those eyes knew but refused to say.

Her adventures began southward spreading from the High Moor east to the Hill of Lost Souls and back north again. Rumors of similar stories kept her following what seemed to be a path of dead ends. Completing small quest for locals or selling her woodwork kept her fed, allowing for enough connections to find the next lead.

Solace came at last in the form of an elderly elf seeking protection on her way through the Forgotten Forest. Offering a pretty price, Rin was unable to turn the woman down, though surprised the lady would choose someone so small over the orks also offering their assistance. “Call it a hunch. I’d expect a wood elf to give me a little luck on the venture. And you my dear, let’s just say I believe you have the gods on your side,” the woman laughed leaving Rin as confused as ever, but hopeful this was what she’d been waiting for. Curious to where they were traveling, Alfirineth learned it was a pilgrimage to the shrine of Silvanus, the Forest Father. Throughout the next week she learned the history of the god, of his “daughters” Mielikki and Eldath. It was early in the morning when they finally arrived. The instant Rin looked upon the shrine a vision came over her explaining everything she’d never known. The druid that rescued her that day was called upon by Silvanus himself. The mark on her shoulder, his blessing. He directed her to become a Shaman of Mielikki, therefore a direct worshipper of him as well. “Travel to Comanthor. Find your destiny there.”

For the first time in her life Rin felt at peace. Those looks she’d gotten all those years were for a blessing that only she seemed unable to see. Now her eyes were opened and her path sure.

The journey to Comanthor took her to many places, bringing a newfound wisdom to this world, for joy and for sorrow. Once abroad, she settled in Myth Drannor starting her quest for knowledge all over again. She learned from the locals of a shaman of Silvanus and Mielikki named Matolokive, known for his extensive knowledge in alchemy and healing. Through fate she became his disciple for the next 20 odd years, expanding her own abilities as a future priestess of Mielikki. Rin became an expert in herbal knowledge, medicinal techniques, and the fine line between healing a life and snuffing it out. Much of her time was spent expanding her wisdom through reading of books and scrolls. After completing her history of the divines she was granted with the ritual tattoos to help hone her abilities in seeking guidance. Physically, she was taught to push her body to the limits in the name of understanding her place as part of the universe. Rin was taught hand to hand combat, how to use her small frame to her advantage. Forced to train for hours on end, it all set the foundation for when she would once again head out on her own, claiming her place a lighthouse for the weary.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@POOHEAD189 I'll get on it after Christmas. Thank you as usual! :D

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

As long as there isn't any pressure for greatness or anything XD

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@POOHEAD189 You're a dollface. Thanks fam

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

((went ahead and reposted it as a finished cs))

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Adolfo Hiltiliar

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Earlier That Morning

“Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,” the small cellular device buzzed filling the darkened room with the uplifting sound of supremacy and oppression, stirring the figure under the mass of mangled blankets. An arm flew out instinctively in an arrow fashion, before grasping the convoluted machine and throwing it through the slim opening in the bedroom door, the sweet sound of “Über alles in der Welt” lasting for a few more seconds before the phone crashed into the tile flooring. Adolfo would have felt sense of joy if he wasn’t dead on the inside, had he not owned a Nokia, therefore the blasted thing refused to die, forcing him out of bed. Sweeping his hair to the side with one hand, the sleepy figure bitterly mumbled, “I should just burn it in an oven or something. Geez.”

Standing to his feet, cold eyes stared down the blackout curtains halfway across the room sending daggers in their wake. Behind those curtains laid a being so gruesome, so wicked, the very mention of its name made Hiltiliar cringe in the deepest corners of his missing soul: sunlight. Its gah forsaken rays of hope did nothing but mock him endlessly, attempting to bleach his hair, as if to make him one of the lesser beings. Needless to say, it would need to go, after modern art of course.

Grabbing the curtains with both hands he pulled the fabric to the side with spite. Squinting through the word which shant be spoken, the man caught is reflection in the glass of the window. “Ironically, we are both in pane,” a sigh escaped thin lips, “Another day, another opportunity to be misunderstood by societal standards and wish I’d never woken up in the first place.”

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Many Minutes and Excessive Amounts of Eyeliner Later

Attention All Employees. There Is A Meeting In The Board Room In 10 Minutes. Please Do Not Be Late.

The announcement resounded through the laboratory, surprisingly loud enough to be heard over both the dwindling screams of the last of the victi experimentees flames being put out, and the sound of My Chemical Romance blasting through Aldolfo’s headphones. Though the science appeared to be flawed, there was no denying the team was on the Reich er right track. Picking up the fire extinguisher (which was really just a giant can of cheap whipped cream), he placed the safety mechanism back on the rack and made his way towards the meeting room. It wasn’t long before he passed the

LARGE METAL DOOR

Personally, he didn’t get what the big deal was, nor cared enough to know either way. Despite all the commotion over it he couldn’t help but believe it was probably just a door with a gas leak or something behind it. How could something like that even be

M E N A C I N G

It’s not like Adam was planning on killing anyone with it. Even Hiltiliar knew that would be inhumane.

Shrugging, he turned up his music and slid into the meeting room like a shadow.

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Adolfo F. Hiltliair

"I...hate...everything about Jews!"~Three Days Grace

Appearance: Of German decent, his hair is midnight black, oftentimes with a blue streak in it resembling the unshed tears within his darkened soul. His never-ending sadness has aged his face, though in reality he is only 22. He can’t grow a full stache (just another reason to be depressed).

Personality: An overdramatic king of the nacht, no one understands him and no one ever will (especially his mom, she is essentially dead to him). Known for his speaking, his useless information ranges from politics, to human rights, to deep meaningful quotes about how every human is insignificant in this world and should just give up now. Adolfo is stubborn, threatening to play Sudoku if he doesn’t get his way (it is best to ignore this as he is just gunning for attention). He always has headphones in his ears, usually listening to My Chemical Romance, whilst thinking of ways to apply it to those he hates. Prefers to be alone when practicing his science. Hiltliair uses art as a means of emotional release.

History: Long story short, Aldofo was your average awkward teen until his soul was crushed by his high school art teacher. The professor, a fan of the modern style, did not approve of the student's abstract project under a claim of it not being "politically correct".

Swatted by the Deutschland

Unable to accept the embarrassment of this rejection, the boy became an emotional mess with an emphasis on destroying his blonde-haired, blue-eyed professor. For the next three years Adolfo waited for his opportunity to take his revenge, finally succeeding while the two were away at a summer camp...the rest is history. Unfortunately, the void of darkness could not be sated until the Professor's legacy was also obliterated. After discovering Adam's mutual hatred of the modern arts Adolfo joined APTLLFTS.

Other: Instead of waving hello, Adolfo sticks his arm straight out in greeting. German phrases can slip into his sentences. He also has an issue with flashbacks that make it seem like he is from another time.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@POOHEAD189 I will get my character sheet up between now and tomorrow. It'll likely be a female shaman