| Full Name |
Tymisba |
| Race |
Elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Wizard (Conjurer) 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
1,93m |
| Age |
134 |
| Special Abilities |
Being annoyed by people. Any people. Always. That's why he chose Nethys as a god... because he doesn't annoy his followers by actually interacting with them. |
| Alignment |
True Neutral |
| Deity |
Nethys |
| Location |
Osirion, Sothis |
| Languages |
Common, Elvish, Draconic, Osirioni, Celestial, Ancient Osirioni, Infernal, Aklo |
| Occupation |
Scholar, Explorer, Linguist, part-time tea expert |
| Strength |
8 |
| Dexterity |
14 |
| Constitution |
13 |
| Intelligence |
20 |
| Wisdom |
10 |
| Charisma |
7 |
About Tymisba
Tymisba is a tall, slender elf with hair the colour of the Osirioni deserts sand and skin darkened by the burning sun of his homeland. His ember-coloured, sunken eyes sit in a gaunt and weathered face, which makes him appear much older than his (for an elf) still young age. His nose seems to have been broken in the past and mended only badly; it still sits a bit crooked in his face.
Character:
A mind as sharp as an emperor scorpions claws; the social skills of an unwashed, rabid gnoll, DESPITE being able to communicate flawlessly in 8 languages; a deep fascination with things that are dead and lost for ages, combined with next to no interest for people that are actually alive.
