HALVISON, Sannidar

Sannidar has a sharp-featured, well-defined face. High cheekbones give him a rather regal appearance, framed by locks of black hair. His nose is crooked, indicated that he's seen at least one fight, although the magnitude of such a tussle remains up in the air. His lips are usually parted to reveal a row of fine teeth, mostly intact. However, his two canines appear to have been removed and replaced with silver copies at some point in time. One other notable modification to his body has been made: on his sternum, occasionally visible, is a tattooed rune. Although from far away it looks to be normal, on closer examination one might realize it appears to have been burnt in.

His clothing is typical of a Drakonrhedi and functional. His basic attire is a working man's shirt and pants. His boots are of some interest--a metal spike protrudes from the hell and a blade from the toe. Smaller spikes can also extend from the soles, but are normally stored to avoid ruining some innkeeper's floor. His hands are covered by fingerless leather gloves--perhaps not something that people would normally consider for the cold, but he seems well-adjusted to it.

Over that, he usually wears a fine chainmail coat--however, some of the steel links appear to have been replaced with silver, a rather expensive and odd addition. On top, he has a long, black coat with a burgundy stripe down the back, providing style and protection from the biting winds.

Several belts adorn his waist. None of these are exactly identical or from the same material (some appear to be from very exotic pelts), and all carry some sort of tool or other. The largest appears to be from some sort of dark behemoth scale, with large pouches that jingle when shaken. Strewn over several other belts are a pair of knives, a sword, and a gun. All weapons are sheathed or holstered. Lastly, there is also a series of loops, apparently for tools.

Charismatic, Sannidar has a way with words. Silver flattery flows out of his mouth--at least for the ladies. Quite the charmer, he appears to want every and all. This rather coquettish tone and his ever-wandering eyes have gotten him into trouble in the past, but he keeps it up nonetheless.

However, this does not mean that the man's useless in battle. He has a reckless streak, yes, but his daring acts and adventurous taste (combined with a quick wit and insatiable curiosity) have gotten him out of (and into) tough situations. He can definitely handle himself in a fight, too, meaning that he's a pretty confident person, which hops over into the proud territory perhaps a little too often.

Sannidar also has a sense of humor. He is constantly joking, willing to take life in stride, giving him a rather laid-back manner. This can be infuriating to some, but to many of the over-stressed Drakonrhedi, it's a breath of fresh air.

One of the more curious aspects of Sannidar's personality is how superstitious he is. Many Drakonrhedi pass up the myths of liches and specters, however, Sannidar believes in them wholeheartedly and even has himself prepared to defend against any sort of supernatural foe that should come his way.

A nimble, curious drake, Lichbane is Sannidar's best friend and by far his staunchest supporter. The drake is always willing to take a dare and a chance, and neither of the two are particularly inclined to backing down when it comes to fighting. His name is a bit of an oddity, but no one's about to really question why Sannidar named the beast what he did.

Born in a small village in the high mountains, Sannidar was recruited for the Drakonrhedi when an Iduneus witnessed him take down a baby Titanothain that had threatened his home. He eagerly assented, the idea of a life of freedom and riding the wind on drakeback too much for him to turn down.

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