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and what are your hands used for? creation or destruction?
sleight
P.S. This perfectly corresponds to RPG classes, doesn’t it? They’re all some variety or combination of Mage, Fighter, Rogue (aka Magic-User, Warrior, Thief), so Mages use their hands for creation, Fighters for destruction, and Rogues for sleight. That’s it, we cracked it. Isn’t it poetic?
Sleight is certainly less dramatic than creation or destruction so it often gets forgotten, but it’s a crucial category for two reasons.
First, because most of the time we need to manipulate things (literally, “use with our hands”) to get anything done. We need to fix them, trick them, nudge them, wiggle them, fiddle with them, remix them and adapt them, lubricate them if they don’t move when they should or tape them if they move when they shouldn’t, possibly sabotage them, and occasionally tickle or caress them. Thoroughly eviscerating them or creating them out of thin air is impressive but usually impractical.
And second, because you need a third category. Conceptually, in between creation and destruction, sleight stands for nuance. You can’t just conceive the world in terms of absolute diametrical opposites. You need to room to wiggle, and fiddle, and dance, and doubt.
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It’s in the cards
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A Set of Sailors Scrimshaw Gambling Dice, early 19th century
Carved from a Sperm Whale tooth, the designs including hearts, clubs, spades, crowns, anchors, the compass rose and pseudo-armorials, inlaid with pitch and red wax. They are part of the game Crown and Anchor, which was a very popular game aboard (even forbidden)
Source: finch-and-co.co.uk
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TRP Flag: Riankel Ebonstone - Twilight’s Blade
Directory Information: Race: Sin’dorei Class: Spellblade Age: Adult Eye Color: Blue-green Height: 6′1″ Body Shape: 168 lbs. (Athletic) Birthplace: Silvermoon City Residence: Silvermoon City
Additional Information: Pronunciation: “Ree-ahn-kel” Nickname: Rian, Reb Piercings: Two sapphire studs in each ear. Scars: Many. Vitality: Vigorously healthy. Languages: Thalassian, Common, Orcish, Dwarven
Personality Traits: Lawful (7) < Chaotic (13) Chaste (7) < Lustful (13) Altruistic (7) < Selfish (13) Compassionate (10) = Monstrous (10) Truthful (7) < Deceitful (13) Swords (13) > Spells (7) Extroverted (13) > Introverted (7)
Physical Description: Tall, athletically lean, and graced with a sun-kissed tan, Riankel Ebonstone looks...just like any other pretty elf on Azeroth. There's nothing special in being good-looking when the ugliest of your race can generally outshine any human. His scruffy chin tells of a low priority placed on shaving and his loose, sandy blond hair is kept to the bottom of his shoulder blades with practiced carelessness. Smile lines and dimples bracket his boy-next-door grin and his blue-green eyes are ever active and bright. If spotted shirtless he sports an assortment of little scars on his chest and arms: neat round burns, jagged wiggly slices, and even a tiny divot of gouged flesh on the outside of his right forearm.
Rian – as he prefers to be called – employs a certain devil-may-care flair, mostly dressing in styles which manage to be both dapper and cavalier. Hunter green, copper, and warm sandstone hues tend to suit him best. When he speaks, his voice is a vaguely melodic and easy to listen to baritone. He isn't lordly, but he moves with a bit of that casual confidence that seems to come so easily to nobility; not that he'd admit it, but it's an imitated behavior.
History: A regular in gambling dens and houses of mediocre repute, he has a reputation for being smooth, friendly, and not winning too often. He's almost never seen with another on his arm though - male or female.
Rock-climbers, base jumpers, extreme skiers, and other thrill-seekers probably know him. He's firmly in the middle of all that crazy, laughing like a madman as he undertakes ever more dangerous stunts.
Those who trained as spellblades in Dalaran many years before the First War might recognize him as a fairly proficient duelist who disappeared without a word.
A rare few who grew up in Augur's (now Murder) Row might know the Ebonstone family as dirt poor and prone to loud screaming matches from their tiny alley apartment. It's been a decade or two since they were last heard shouting at one another.
At First Glance:
Smells like... Those who get close catch a whiff of cinnamon and unbrewed tea leaf, clove and sandalwood, dried tobacco leaf and peppercorn. In short, he smells pleasantly like a spice stall at market.
Casually dapper. Riankel has a way of making the tousled and unshaven look oddly dapper. It's a nonchalant and unassuming style, without the usual affectation of most charming rogues.
Other Information (OOC): Looking for just the right guild... I like big words and I cannot lie. http://rebonstone.tumblr.com
Inventory:
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Rogue: Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.
Bard: I think you mean cards.
Rogue: No I do not.