·Name:  Tyrell Marcellus Alexander
·Race:  Human
·Age:  25
·Hair:  Multi-colored
·Eyes:  Hazel
·Class:  Sorcerer

DETAILED DESCRIPTION NOTES:

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Hair~  Since his arrival on Toril,  his hair has changed colors and grown a considerable length in only a couple months.  At the root, the hair is jet black then transitions to a tungsten-like color with the last few inches being platinum white.  He sports 10" dreadlocks of which the top and sides have been woven into intricate braided patterns collecting at the back of his head dangling over the dreads at the back.

Eyes~  Under normal circumstances, his eyes are hazel in color; however, at times, when he is casting, they turn the color of molten pools of platinum.  Shining pale and silvery.

Body~  Measuring in a few inches taller than average height, he comes in at about 5'10 and weighs approximately 170 pounds.  His body is still lithe from military readiness and keeping a maintenance routine during his schooling.  He is nowhere near as strong or as defined as he was while still in service, but he has the look of a swimmer or runner's build.  His complexion is a deep bronze tan, which is far darker than he had been back home.

Markings/Piercings~  Written in a script from his homeworld is the name of someone close to him down his cervical spine area.  On either side of the column of script is an encircled sigil that he had made for the artist to tattoo upon him over each shoulder blade.  Lastly, there is an ornate dragon on his left lat whose tail sweeps around his side with the tip ending over his obliques.  In regards to piercings/implants/scarification, he has post tongue and labret piercings.

Dress~{When he finds a good tailor.}  A charcoal banded-collar coat trailed down to two sets of sleeves; one set rests snug against the skin and the second sloped downward into draping wizard sleeves that covered down to the midpoint of the hand.  And however the fabric was made, it gave the appearance of the effect of carbon fiber weaving.  Two belts cinched the coat low on the waist and the coat cut off just above mid-thigh on the left side and spiraled steeply downward around the back with the right-side asymmetrically ending at ankle length.  Matching colored fabric formed drop-crotch pants that tucked into shin-high thinly-belted black sandals.  Setting it all off was a pearlescent pendant encircled in silver filigree clipped onto his jacket on the lower right side of his abdomen.  And from that pendant was a folded, thick sash the color of purplish-red wine that crossed diagonally over his torso and through a shoulder strap to flutter freely behind his back down to the top his buttocks.

History~  Tyrell is the eldest of six children.  Since he was young he had helped his mother raise his siblings which helped develop a caring and nurturing side, even if he's since been able to become deadly when necessary.  After graduating from High School, he immediately set off for the military where he learned about nuclear power generation.  While still in the service, he began additional training to become a programmer at a local university.  He was still working on finishing up his school after his time in service was complete.  Then, abruptly one day, somehow, he was driving home from class then was pulled from his world and drawn to another named Toril.

Still unsure of how it actually happened, he found himself on an entirely new, inhabited world.  And during the trip, something transformed inside the young man that had been dreaming of making video games earlier that day.  He would find out that not only had he somehow learned two entire languages, but he also had access to magicks.  For you see on his original world, nothing but the most subtle and natural of magicks existed.  It was like a dream come true, except for, or maybe because of the inherent danger of this new adventure on an unknown world.  The burgeoning sorcerer only wished his friends from back home could be there with him.

He eventually made friends on Toril, in what seemed like something akin to the feudalistic times of his world.  With access to unique sorcerous abilities, he now strove to become the greatest arcanist to have ever been.  And he did just as he always dreamed that he would on his world.  He went on adventures saving people and helping his new allies; they freed peoples and creatures from the chains of suffering and oppression and fought monsters of varying types.  A group called the Harpers had taken him in and showed him the lay of the land, even offering up a small portion of education and information while providing work.

Unfortunately, the Harpers, his friends, and he were deceived by three Gorgon sisters intent on reuniting back on their original plane of existence.  Most of the evil he had been undoing was the work of someone he had thought friend and leader.

But that hadn't been found out until too late...

Following the lead of his raven-haired friend, his short temper flared up at the knowledge of being used and innocents hurt for selfish reasons.  They interrupted the sisters' ritual, and now, it would seem, he finds himself possibly where the Gorgons had been trying to return to...  alone, again, on another new, unfamiliar world...