Darak A'Mancuura


Height: 8'3"
Weight: 465
Armed & Equipped: 700
Skin: Ebony
Eyes: varies
Hair: silver-black

Darak A'Mancuura
Tribe Vrothraesti
Member of the Brilliant Sun Assassins

Somehow...the past is always in the present, but what matters, is never the present. It is always the past...that builds the future.

His appearance is only that of the drow, if able to acquire the mental control to walk upon the material planes. Any longer. The past has played a great role in who and what he has become over these last years. The shadows that J'Arellious taught him, and those that Thelrax granted upon him to master have made him both a wonder, and a beloved member of those he walks with, now.

About his throat, the necklace that has become his heart and soul has become a tattooed, magical collar of colour. The rose remains real. It is set into his flesh, never again to be removed. It is, now, a symbol of his love for his lost Terya of Ilrayn. Across his back is the tattoo bearing the symbol of House Choku, inlaid in golden rings around the symbol. Across the small of his back the symbol of the High Lord of the Darque is tattooed, as well. Upon either arm are the symbols and talismans of the tribal Vrothraesti, into which he has been inducted. His chest is ever bare, now.

Across his waist lays a weaponsbelt, bearing by each hip a five and a half foot long scimitar--to most, they would be falchions. One bearing a black steel hilt...the other a silvered hilt. One sparkles with hints of moonlight--the other drops gentle, red faerie fire sparkles towards the ground.

Held by harness to the shoulder is a handaxe--to most a lumberjack's axe if they were to take it in hand--ever at the ready to be drawn and thrown. Along either wrist is a slender, long dagger..both bearing hints of the High Lord's touch upon them. He bears shadowbeast-flesh boots, shimmering softly with a faint, blue glow.