[Rosekitten]

Character Sheet:

Name: Thalion Lorulm
Age: 25
Race: Drow
Gender: Male
Ranking: Officer of the Western Resistance
Appearance: Standing around 5'9 with dark red choppy cut hair, some of the longer strands staying in his face till he flicks them back behind his ears. His eyes are a erry golden orange and he commonly has a smug smirk on his face no matter the situation. His outfit includes his main two blades and a long bow that he keeps on him slung across his shoulder. From his dress you'd never know he was even a officer rank of the Western army, he wears a more commoner look instead of the Resistance's colors. The only thing that gives his rank away is the shoulder guard he wears on his left shoulder bearing the mark of the Western Resistance and the rank mark for their officers. The rest of his outfit as stated is dubbed down and seems to just be common attire; including a short cut sleeveless black top and then black pants that are wrapped to his legs at the bottom to further prevent noise. He's either barefoot or wearing sandles that can be worked into the lower leg bindings he wears. His hands are also wrapped in a similar fashion to his shins.
Weapon of Choice: Duel daggers, though is also handy with a bow and certain trap types.
Bio: With the word quickly spreading of the other lands falling one by one the West quickly held a call for arms to try and resist the massive army of the East. Sure it was a million to one odds but it was odds that Thalion couldn't resist signing up for, always being one to test the odds. He was a common blade for hire till taking up arms in the Western Resistance, refusing to climb in ranks he remained as a mere officer. He cared little for the silly military ranked titles or what they stood for, it meant nothing to him. All he cared about was standing in the way of the East in order to keep the lands he had called home all of these years, that's what the entire Western force stood for.

He'd get roped into this battle in some way or another so why not willingly join. His skills wouldn't be put to waste and he'd get his chance to cut down as many of the Eastern bastards as he wished. His childhood isn't anything impressive either, the whole reason that he was even a blade for hire was due to how he was raised. Most of his childhood was spent being brought up by the very bandit group that had slain his parents, though he was far too young to remember that far so killing was all that he really knew how to do, that and being stubborn... it was said he had the devil's luck and this fact was proven time and time again.