Arslen
From The Ankyrean Archives
| Arslen Old Wolf. | |
|---|---|
| Name | Lord Arslen Ohmsford. |
| Birth date | 24th of Lanosian, 36MA. |
| Class | Infernal. |
| Gender | Male. |
| Race | Troll. |
| Status | Living. |
| Level | 78, working on 80. |
| Sexuality | Straight. |
| Marital status | Single. |
| Guild | |
| Guild | Infernals. |
| Positions held | Arch Infernal. |
| Guildrank | 19. |
| City | |
| City | Bloodloch |
| Cityrank | 2. |
| Order | |
| Order | None |
| Characteristics | |
| Height | TROLL. |
| Hair | Light Brown. |
| Eyes | Blue. |
Lord Arslen Ohmsford is one of the oldest living metal buckets still walking around Aetolia. Ages ago he used to be worth something in a fight, nowadays he is as likely to cut of his own hand with an axe than actually kill his enemy. Somewhat respected in past centuries, Arslen's fame has been much reduced (much like the Ohmsford name) due to less than brilliant stints as Guildmaster of the Infernals, Overseer and Archon of Ashtan, and Minister of War and Security in cities such as Spinesreach and Bloodloch. He is probably the oldest living Infernal, and most definitely the only old Infernal stupid enough never to change guilds. A proud member of the Trollish race Arslen Ohmsford often tries, with varying degrees of success, to dissemble the inherent stupidity of his genes. The first follower of Lord Arion, he was dumped to the curb just for being an Infernal (the humanity!). Now he wanders the realms Godless.....
The Old Wolf, as only he refers to himself, is great at appearing and disappearing from the realms at random times. Nowadays he can usually be found sulking around Bloodloch or Spinesreach remembering the good ol' days.
Description
He is a muscular Troll and is tall and well built. His face is chiseled, emotionless, a dark mirror of stone. Two pools of deep blue contrast with the rest of the face, shockingly alive. Short sandy hair draws attention to his strong nose, his face that of a predator. Cheeks and chin are covered with the beginnings of a dark beard, giving him a rugged look. He walks with a loose grace, his arms never wandering far from his famous battleaxes. His skin is tanned and weathered yet strong muscles can be seen underneath. A sitting wolf is tattooed on each of his large hands, scars mark the many battles he has fought.
