Race: Elf
Email: zore.wfz@bigpond.com
Gender: Male
Height: 4' 7"
Age: 35 (born 4/29/1399)
Classes: Wizard / Paladin / Bard / Druid

Favorite Emote: Zore quizzically raise an eyebrow.

Favorite Saying: Yeah right! Like thats goin ta happen!.


At first glance you can see nothing special about him.
He is a young elf with friendly face and dark eyes that seem to have a soft glow.

Born in the lowlands of Sepharia near the town of Xaventry of noble and proud family. After a argument with his father, Left his home at the tender age of 13 and found himself in a tiny town by the name Lasler. The town offered a chance to learn many new things, One which caught his eye the most was the art of magic. This has proven to be a strong force in his life. After a short time Zore found Lasler a restriction on his learning of the arts and upon hearing of a place called Sigil, A small city on the southern continent of Auryn which was said to be strong with magic and have many great teachers, He decided to see this place for himself.

Sigil is a busy place with a lot of hussle and bussle, not to his liking, but it serves as a good place to hone ones magical skills under the tutorage of the great master mage Arianus as wells as Kypell, Pyrian and the High Priestes of the temple of Earth. Zore's skills grew stronger by the day.

One day while conversing with Pyrian a tall human man approaches Zore, "I have been watching you young one and I wish to know, Do you think your magic will save you?" Zore's hand is quick to grasp the hilt of his sword, But Pyrian is quicker to stay it. "I would not advise such a foolish action young Zore" Pyrian says, "For he is master of blade and if not for him, Sigil itself would not stand as it does today". Pyrian and the sword master exchange a friendly smile then the sword master addresses Zore again, "I am The First Sword of Sigil" his tone resounds of strength and pride "Our fair town is always looking for good people to stand at her defense!" he exclaims. "But from what I see you are far too reliant on the arcane, When it comes to the crunch cold steel is your only true friend!" Pyrian seems amused by this statement but says nothing, "I have a proposal for you Zore..."

And so it came to pass, Zore worked for Sigil and it's Lord. Running errands, finding criminals and occasionally spying for Lord Vendredi. The rewards were good and all along Zore trained under the sword masters guidance in the ways of sword, dagger and the deadly art of hand to hand combat. But the powers of the arcane still flowed throughout Zores' body and mind, To drain an enemy of the will to live required more than just the cold of steel as the sword master would have him believe. Magic still enhances his strength, shields his body from heavy blows and mends his wounds, Some of the strongest alcheme would still fell a enemy before any sword. But Zore also knew the sword master was right, "A broad knowledge is the key to survival young Zore, Knowledge is your key to life" and to Zore, this rang true.

To Be Continued.... +Z+