Name: Zohar
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0"

Job: Flick Reaper

Base Status: 10

Faction: Teutates the Pursuers

Physical Description:
Zohar has a piercing stare, increasingly enhanced by the dark-red color of his eyes. His dark brown hair hangs all over, uncombed and unkempt, though naturally straight if he does ever clean it up. His hair is also naturally streaked randomly with white strips of hair where pigment is just not produced for unkown reasons. Under each of his eyes there is an inverted equilateral-triangle of red tattooed on, point facing the ground. He has a very thin, almost malnurished build, though he does, in fact, take good care of his eating habits. Along with the triangles under his eyes, there are triangles at the point where his neck and shoulders meet, though they are longer, more curved and black in color. His fingers are long and thin like a pianist, matching the rest of his body that seems somehow fragile. His skin is a light, in fact, almost sickly pale color, as if he doesn't see the sun much. Despite this weak image, he weilds his scythe with great power and precision.

Clothing:
Zohar wears a plain, dark long-sleeve shirt. The shirt's collar, is long and wide, revealing the tattoos on his shoulders/neck. Also, at the point where the shoulder and arms meet, there is a split in the material that goes from middle of the front to the middle of the back and makes the sleeves drop longer than usual, covering his hands when he stands with his arms resting. His pants are of a medium-shade of grey with splits at the knee, similar to that of his shirt, though his pants only hang down to about mid ankle. He wears no shoes, and as a result, his feet are quite dirty, but rough enough to the point he doesn't notice much, the soles of his feet being so thick. Around his neck he wears a plain black leather collar, tightly and securely. Similar collar-like bands of leather are worn around each wrist and ankle.

Personality:
Even though his appearence is dark and unfriendly, he actually is quite nice, albeit, a little shy on first meeting people. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, unless he is in a situation where he is comfortable with the person or in need of help of some sort. He has a kind smile that he gladly shows anyone that gives him the smallest bit of kindness. He is constantly curious about other people, and, as a result, frequently listens to the conversations of others he is passing by, wanting to know more about them. His unending fascination for the game and how it works makes him interested in every class and getting their opinions on how their character style works is one of his favorite hobbies when not out in the field gathering experience and treasure. Zohar attempts very hard to please other people, giving them spare items they can use, or even weapons they want if they ask or are in need. He enjoys being generous and being in parties and rarely solos any area.

Techniques and Abilities: ((What do I put here? Should I have techniques or abilites when I'm just starting out? Should I take some from someone else or make my own?))

Inventory: ((Same here as above. Does this include my weapon? Do I make my first weapon myself?))

Other info: N/A

Writing example:
He was in.

Registration complete, password entered, he was now a full-flegded member of The World. Finally, now that he upgraded his computer a little, he could run this game his friends had been talking about and ditching homework over. Could it really be that great? He'd had friends cancel plans with him because they said they needed to go level for a while. Time to see.

He was shocked at what he first saw. Here he was. His character moved just as he willed it to, he could even see his own hands in front of him. He brought them closer to his face, taking in every detail of his avatar he could from the first-person view. Pleased, he held them up towards the sky as he walked forward, farther into this new city.

He couldn't help but smile as his hands even realistically blocked the sunlight for his eyes, and he heard a few girlish giggles from his left. Startled, he dropped his hands and turned his hands to find the source of the noise. A group of girls were all laughing and staring at him as he stood still, staring wide eyed.

"You must be new," one of them, a cute red head, said, stepping forward. "Welcome to The World, and good luck." With a smile, her and the rest of the group walked off, some still laughing and watching as Zohar stared after them.

He self-conciously tucked his hands into his pocket and began walking again, remember there were other people in the city, other than him. In fact, his attention now spread to them, and he stared at all the people walking to and fro, talking, laughing, and doing business. There seemed no end to all of them, and this pleased him even more. New people. Maybe he could make some new friends? One can always hope...

He continued on a little ways before stopping at a small wall over-looking a quite, smooth, man-made river. He watched the water for a while, taking in all his new surroundings and doing some general thinking while leaning up against the wall. After a short while, he raised his head and looked towards the sky with a smile. The blue seemed to flow endlessy in all directions and he couldn't help but think aloud:

"This is definitely worth ditching homework for."