Name: Droalor Dendar
Age: 89
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Mage)

Talent/Skill:Magic
Personality:Earnest, gentleman, who is very talented and smart. A bit obstinate, if he have a target, he dont give up, while he dont touched that. In the past he was nice, but he changed after the War.

Height: 1.84m
Weight:72kg
Figure/build: He is not muscular, because He use magic in fights or work. He look always rigorous, and dour. He wear old (but thats in a good condition) mage's robe. The robe's colour is blue and gold. Usually, he wear a worn-out, shabby and aged cloak. He have a staff (a wooden staff with blue crystals in its top) what he defend even at the cost of his life. He bring a bag on his side. In this bag you find some collected fruit, dry herbs, some crystal and an old, dusty magic book.
Hair colour:White
Hairstyle:Long, " hit " his worthy
Eye colour: Cold blue
Skin colour:White

History:
Long long years ago, there was a kingdom, called Arankheris. This kingdom lived its' Golden Age. The people lived in happiness.
But the Chaos touched this country...The War what is appear change the colour of the sky... it's became black, over the kingdom. The War destroy the country and the magic, what is lived in the cities and people. The forests disappeared, the lakes became dry. The country became the land of sand. There nothing, just desert, called Cenotaph of Magic. Some men and women, who still alive, became mad in the pain of loss. Droalor's kind and lovely heart became cold and rigid... And he begin his journey to find his new meaning of life.