Zack se tourna pour regarder le filet avec un clin d'œil, bien que, avec ses vêtements constrictifs, c'était plus comme un squint momentané. Incapable de sourire pleinement, il lui fit une bouche heureuse alors qu'il entendait sa commande. "-Deux-, hein? Oh, un autre pour moi? Comme c'est gentil! Merci!" Il a donné un léger snort, puis a donné une poignée restreinte de sa tête, "Kidding, bien sûr." Il a ajouté hâtivement, "U-sauf si vous payez vraiment pour moi, dans ce cas ce serait l'une des choses les plus gentilles que quelqu'un ait fait pour moi pendant, euh, un moment."
Le coyote renvoya le geste de la fouille alors qu'elle l'examinait, bien que son examen n'allât jamais au-delà du simple regard sur elle et sa tenue. "Oui, oui. C'est tout à fait... très serrée." Il a pleurniché d'accord. "Mais l'écharpe ne sort jamais, quoi qu'il arrive. Cependant, je pourrais le faire sans le capot, peut-être...?" Il a jeté un coup d'œil paranoïaque sur l'espace de l'auberge. Dans le coin, il a reconnu le visage d'une de ses victimes précédentes, qui portait une expression cramponfallen alors qu'il embrayait sa barbe qui ressemblait maintenant à un arbuste. "Sur la deuxième pensée, peut-être pas." Zack a murmuré.
Il remit son attention au filet par lui. "Mais non, je ne t'ai pas vu me planter dessus. Pas du tout », a-t-il remarqué, « Bien qu'il soit difficile de voir beaucoup de choses dans ce... ce capot. J'imagine que c'est comme être dans l'aveugle qu'ils mettent sur les chevaux." Il lui a dit : "Maintenant, une capuche comme la tienne n'a pas l'air si lourde à porter." Il a hurlé. "Probablement parce que le tien a été fait pour des gens de votre taille." Il a conclu par un léger murmure. "Quoi qu'il en soit, quel est votre nom?"
Name: Zack Itzhak.
Nickname/Alias:
"Cackling Zack."
Race:
Nin'tah. Coyote.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
Age:
38.
Additional Info
Personality:
Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him.
While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power.
He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion.
He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others.
He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating.
Appearance:
A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions.
Height:
6'2.
Weight:
142 lbs.
Fight related
Magic:
Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from.
Class:
Warlock.
Weapons/Items:
A relatively plain iron staff.
Strengths:
- A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic.
- He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around.
Weaknesses:
- Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless.
- It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment.
Techniques:
It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can.
Flavor:
Theme Song:
This is how it should beeee, this is how it iiiis