A seasoned space pirate with roughly a century of exploratory experience, Zellias has seen more than his fair share of weird bullshit. That said, lately things have been happening back in his home nebula that have managed to catch him very off guard, and this whole waking up in a strange city after definitely going to bed on his own ship shit is no exception. He hadn't been that drunk when he'd gone to bed. Right? His cleric's right, he should really lay off the booze.
Probably hung over and clearly in no mood to fuck around, the one armed, sharky toothed elven sorcerer quickly approaches the nearest person he sees, and immediately makes a great first impression.
"Hey! You! The fuck planet is this!?" Actually wait no that's not a great way to get information. He has high charisma, he should use it! He stops himself, takes a deep breath, and takes that very rude outburst from the top. "Sorry, mate. I meant, can y'tell me where this is?"
There, that's kinda less rude, right? Look, he's working on it.
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Uuuugh of course there's a bunch of monsters and shit running around. Zellias can never escape this kinda shit, but then this is the lifestyle he's chosen. It's his own fault really.
Right now though, he's actively avoiding as much combat as he can. Just because he's good at fighting doesn't mean he wants to jump in like a madman every time a monster shows up. Besides! The giant scary woman that protects his tiny sorcerer body from getting totally shitstomped isn't here to make sure he doesn't die, so like why welcome trouble?
Except he's actually really bad at self preservation, and as soon as he spots some rando (YOU) maybe having trouble holding their own against a thing that seems to be trying to eat them or whatever, Zellias heaves a giant, put-upon sigh and pops out of whatever little hiding place he's tucked himself into. Don't be fooled, he's absolutely not trying to get the monster's attention as he pops off a few small rays of fire at it in hopes that's enough to just kill the thing, but unbeknownst to him he does attract the attention of something else. Ooooh noooo, what an oopsie.
Zellias Vance-Arland | D&D OC | Visitor
A seasoned space pirate with roughly a century of exploratory experience, Zellias has seen more than his fair share of weird bullshit. That said, lately things have been happening back in his home nebula that have managed to catch him very off guard, and this whole waking up in a strange city after definitely going to bed on his own ship shit is no exception. He hadn't been that drunk when he'd gone to bed. Right? His cleric's right, he should really lay off the booze.
Probably hung over and clearly in no mood to fuck around, the one armed, sharky toothed elven sorcerer quickly approaches the nearest person he sees, and immediately makes a great first impression.
"Hey! You! The fuck planet is this!?" Actually wait no that's not a great way to get information. He has high charisma, he should use it! He stops himself, takes a deep breath, and takes that very rude outburst from the top. "Sorry, mate. I meant, can y'tell me where this is?"
There, that's kinda less rude, right? Look, he's working on it.
Segments
Uuuugh of course there's a bunch of monsters and shit running around. Zellias can never escape this kinda shit, but then this is the lifestyle he's chosen. It's his own fault really.
Right now though, he's actively avoiding as much combat as he can. Just because he's good at fighting doesn't mean he wants to jump in like a madman every time a monster shows up. Besides! The giant scary woman that protects his tiny sorcerer body from getting totally shitstomped isn't here to make sure he doesn't die, so like why welcome trouble?
Except he's actually really bad at self preservation, and as soon as he spots some rando (YOU) maybe having trouble holding their own against a thing that seems to be trying to eat them or whatever, Zellias heaves a giant, put-upon sigh and pops out of whatever little hiding place he's tucked himself into. Don't be fooled, he's absolutely not trying to get the monster's attention as he pops off a few small rays of fire at it in hopes that's enough to just kill the thing, but unbeknownst to him he does attract the attention of something else. Ooooh noooo, what an oopsie.
Wildcard
[GET WILD, GET CRAZY, HIT ME WITH WHATEVER]