Sinful Master, the Two-Faced

Character Name: Sinful Master
Nicknames: Sin





Age: 23
Appearance:

Sin stands a head taller than most with a slender, toned physique that is lithe in nature, though still athletic. Clad in loose silks that adorned an ebon skinned figure, his face is often hidden behind a mask that is reminiscent of a handsome, middle-aged male, lips curled into a perpetual wicked grin with a pair of crimson eyes that watched the world with a calculating, though devious manner.





Race/Class: Masquerader
Nation: Brakmar





Biography:

Not much is known about Sin himself, though everyone seems to have heard something of him at one point or another. He has a reputation of being civil at times, but at others he tends to be.. well.. the rumors say quite psychotic. It is as if the man you see and the man you hear about are two completely different entities.. however those whom know of the Masqueraders would know well that their masks are very much inhabited by spirits.

While Sin can be hard to figure out, there is always seemingly a single constant within his life; loyalty. He both demands and gives such, and those that return it will find a very.. unique.. friend.





Favored Weapon(s):

Through his spells he is able to conjure a flaming, serrated whip and his own version of a blowdart pipe, which doubles as a flute.





Family Ties:

None currently known.





Favorite foods:

No particular favorite, but he enjoys high-end cuisine.





Favorite color(s):

Crimson and Ebon, as well as some darker shades of Amethyst.





Favorite non-combat activities:

He likes to mess around with herbs and trees, though not much else is known about what he does in his spare time.

Character Name: Fenrir
Nicknames: Fen





Age: 27
Appearance:

Fenrir is of toned build, standing around six feet in height with slender limbs. He is fair skinned from his travels and looks rather rugged, though strikingly handsome for his unkempt and tousled hair, which is oddly white. He has emerald green eyes and looks fairly amiable, always able to be approached judging by the small smile that curled his lips. This individual holds a non-threatening posture when not in combat or any sort of hostile situation, and is often seen just sitting around and gazing upon others as they pass by..





Race/Class: Feca
Nation: Bonta





Biography:

Fenrir has been around for a long while, though not exceptionally well known by any particular group of people. He is often seen simply sitting around, watching the World of Twelve's inhabitants drift by.. getting up to move every so often to plant a seed or sapling, or to sow some more wildlife into the land. Those that approach him are always greeted with a smile and unbiased perception of their character, and often receive good advice if they ask a question.

He seems very well versed about the history of the world.. but most specifically he harps about the blessings that the gods and goddesses gave to the land. Those that are able to sense the Stasis and Wakfu in others would note he is very much attuned to Wakfu, and that he is exceptionally strong as well.

It is not known why he simply hovers around specific places, or why he is watching others.. but in the end it may not be any sort of dastardly plan to be worried about.





Favored Weapon(s):

He loves hammers, as they bring an offensive attack that suits his style well, but other than that he favors the elements of earth and water most of all.





Family Ties:

None currently known.





Favorite foods:

He appears to like simple foods, such as Gobball Steak.





Favorite color(s):

Earth tones, most commonly blue and green, brown as well.





Favorite non-combat activities:

Giving sage advice and maintaining the balance of Wakfu in the world.