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Recent art dump, Pride Flavored!

-Sooty & Indy chibi heads

-Clyf

-Fizbee

[At the Westbrook Garrison]

Around mid-morning the next day, Ael, having recently returned from the Garrison’s smithy, walked out the front gates of the keep and made his way around the Garrison to where the training area was. He was fully armored, now proudly wearing the circlet of the Sarceline instead of his usual skull bucket. The elf carried, what appeared to be a spear-like weapon in his main hand and his large heater shield in the other. On his hip, the standard issue broadsword rested in its leather scabbard. Smelling of the forge, burnt coal and molten metal, his armor and face seemed oddly clean. He approached a target dummy, and squared off with it. His heater shield was raised in the typical stance consistent with being a part of the shield wall, and the odd spear was raised in his other hand, horizontal and parallel to his face, the shaft resting on the top of his shield. There was a moment of quiet focus, a pause as if the Elven soldier was waiting for something. A brown leaf flitted by on a small breeze, passing in front of Ael between the dummy and himself. At the very moment the unsuspecting leaf passed between, there was an explosion of steel, dirt, and a blur of motion, which sent dust and bits of dirt up in a cloud around the Elf and the dummy. With a blinding flash of sunlight on metal and loud thunk, the moment was over. As the dust settled, it revealed the onyx-haired Aelryndel standing there with his shield still poised in a defensive posture, and his left arm extended still gripping the shaft of the spear-like weapon. The bladed tip, which looked more like a dagger or short sword blade, had pierced the brown leaf through the center and pinned to the torso of the dummy, right where the heart would be on a person.  Ael stayed in the position for a moment breathing regularly, before he withdrew the tip of the weapon and in a single fluid motion returned to the starting position.

Ael stood squared off with the dummy again, but then relaxed and stood up straight. He lowered his shield and raised the weapon up examining it in his hand. Setting the butt end of the shaft down in the dirt, the Elven man moved his hand to grip the middle of the smooth, polished metal, weapon. Raising it up he spun it in his hand, slowly at first, then increasing the speed till the weapon rotated in fan-like motion in front of him. The haft and the blade sung as both cut through the air in the rapid motion. This sound continued for a moment before it stopped abruptly. With a tightening grip of his plated hand, the weapon was motionless and horizontal in Ael’s outstretched hand. He examined the weapon again, his trained eyes scrutinizing something about the weapon. He sighed, and turned away, spinning the weapon idly by his side as he walked further away from the dummy. Then, as the weapon’s butt was passing by his foot in its downward spin, the Elf moved his foot and kicked the haft of the spear with the heel of his plated boot, sending the blade spinning in the opposite direction. However, the elf stopped the twirling weapon when it was horizontal once more by his head. Turning as he did, the soldier, threw the weapon in an expert fashion at the dummy. The spear-like weapon dug deep into the target’s torso once more.  Standing there, where he threw from, he studied the weapon. His glowing eyes, once again, scrutinized how the weapon was buried in the dummy.

Character Profile!!!!

THE BASICS ––– –

NAME: Kerrail Lightwood

AGE: 27

RACE: Drustvar Kul Tiran

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Hetero

MARITAL STATUS: (Divorced, Single!

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

HAIR: Dirty blonde

EYES: Blue green

HEIGHT: Tall, 5’10/5’11

BUILD: Strong, lean

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scar stretching from upper right lip to lower right chin, scar/tattoo mark in the resemblance of a Kraken on right forearm.

PERSONAL ––– –

PROFESSION: Explorer, Relic Hunter, Sailor/Occasional Smuggler, Ex Witch/Pirate Hunter

HOBBIES: Sailing, Fishing, Drinking, Flirting, Fighting

LANGUAGES: Common, Goblin, Troll, with traces of broken Drust, Pandaren, and Murloc (Mrglrgl!)

RESIDENCE: The Sea Scoundrel (Currently docked in Boralus Harbour), also owns property in Drustvar, near Arom’s Stand.

BIRTHPLACE: Corlain, Drustvar

RELIGION: None, superstitious about the tide.

FEARS: Loa, Snakes, Eredar (Duh)

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

SPOUSE: Married briefly when he was younger, now divorced.

CHILDREN: None to his knowledge

PARENTS: Marshal Elroy Lightwood (Deceased), Marigold Lightwood

SIBLINGS: Emily Lightwood (Younger sister, currently in hiding)

OTHER RELATIVES: Couple cousins, most of his extended family is deceased.

TRAITS ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / uncultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

POTENTIAL HOOKS—- -

Kerrail is frequents many of the bars and cafes of Kul Tiras and Boralus, if someone was looking for a captain to charter he would definitely be in, for the right price.

Kerrail is always willing to take on new crew for an adventure, wether it be to an uncharted island in search for treasure, into a tomb to recover an artifact, or anything else he may be interested in!