Tsinghahla of Imperian
Information about Tsinghahla from Imperian
Name: Tsinghahla
Full name: Tsinghahla Adresteia
City: Stavenn
Guild: Noctusari
Towne: Cetara
Level: 102
Bashing level: 101
Questing level: 76
Pk level: 78
Description: He is a clever Ssylsin. He is rather diminuitive in stature, reaching a height of about five feet with straight posture and in possession of a build that seems more emaciated than brutal in its definition. His build, though almost perilously thin, contains a certain sinewy strength; taut sinew stretched beneath the scales of his species. The smooth surface of his scales has been weathered by the onward passage of years, bearing evidence of having been traumatically burned some time in the past. Sections of his scales are mere hollowed pits, with thick bands of dark scar tissue evident beneath their battered edges. The entire left side of his sardonic visage has been composed of a ruinous grey, its leather features twisted and pockmarked by flame, reinforcing the image of some past misfortune. His eyes glitter from his ruined visage, the narrowed right as cold and foreboding as ice, while the left appears to have been meticulously crafted from smooth porcelain and set within an empty socket, its surface devoid of expression. He is wearing a wyrmskin pack, a spore pouch, a deck of Tarot cards, a shadowcrown, a Sukhder, Moon of Terror pendant, a suit of ring mail, a leather helm, an elegant Imperial ring, a pair of leather vambraces, a pair of leather greaves, 5 pocketbelts, a mercurial tattooed mask, an earring of Gazali, an old woolen frock coat, 5 shadowrings, a shadowtorc, a quilted vest of black leather, 2 plain grey vialbelts, a hooded cloak of sanguine velvet, a glass bubble, a delicate perfumed handkerchief, and a Phantasmic Diadem.
Full name: Tsinghahla Adresteia
City: Stavenn
Guild: Noctusari
Towne: Cetara
Level: 102
Bashing level: 101
Questing level: 76
Pk level: 78
Description: He is a clever Ssylsin. He is rather diminuitive in stature, reaching a height of about five feet with straight posture and in possession of a build that seems more emaciated than brutal in its definition. His build, though almost perilously thin, contains a certain sinewy strength; taut sinew stretched beneath the scales of his species. The smooth surface of his scales has been weathered by the onward passage of years, bearing evidence of having been traumatically burned some time in the past. Sections of his scales are mere hollowed pits, with thick bands of dark scar tissue evident beneath their battered edges. The entire left side of his sardonic visage has been composed of a ruinous grey, its leather features twisted and pockmarked by flame, reinforcing the image of some past misfortune. His eyes glitter from his ruined visage, the narrowed right as cold and foreboding as ice, while the left appears to have been meticulously crafted from smooth porcelain and set within an empty socket, its surface devoid of expression. He is wearing a wyrmskin pack, a spore pouch, a deck of Tarot cards, a shadowcrown, a Sukhder, Moon of Terror pendant, a suit of ring mail, a leather helm, an elegant Imperial ring, a pair of leather vambraces, a pair of leather greaves, 5 pocketbelts, a mercurial tattooed mask, an earring of Gazali, an old woolen frock coat, 5 shadowrings, a shadowtorc, a quilted vest of black leather, 2 plain grey vialbelts, a hooded cloak of sanguine velvet, a glass bubble, a delicate perfumed handkerchief, and a Phantasmic Diadem.