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| + | A severe looking man, Law rarely smiles. His dark brown hair is always combed back over his head, kept out of his face by hanging over his ears. Long and pointed as all elezen ears are, they stick out at a low angle, parallel to the ground rather than pointed up at all. Sharp, high cheekbones frame his eyes, a stark, cold blue with perpetual dark bags underneath. He looks as weary as he is doubtful of the world around him, but when he is among friends, a smile can make him look much younger. His nose is unremarkable, as are his lips, but his jawline is softer than most would think from the rest of his expression. A gentle curve, the jaw works its way to a strong chin lacking the point of some of his more hawkish kin. | ||
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| + | From top to bottom Law is a fighter. One who has trained and worked to be in a shape that allows him the life of war and combat that he chases with fervor. From the back one would first note his shoulders, broad and well-suited to carrying great weight upon them. His arms, carved from the same stone would carry more weight and bulk than one would expect from the normally lanky elezen. The theme continued from the front, where his chest and abdomen would have the same heavy set of muscles. Even his legs were strong, the base upon which the rest of him was built. It's clear from any angle that he was very keen on keeping in shape. | ||
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| + | ''Scars & Markings:'' The most striking part about Law's entire appearance is the pair of strangely symmetrical scars on either of his cheeks. Running from just under the eyes all the way down to his jaw, they were thick, jagged, and though healed long ago, still very much apparent. There were a few more minor mars, a knick on his neck, a small scar on his chin, nothing enough to call attention to, though. His body carried the brunt of his rough lifestyle, several alarmingly large scars crossing his torso. One was horizontal, spanning nearly his entire chest, implying a slash from a large blade. Another was smaller, but thicker, located on his left side near the bottom of his ribs. It had a twin on his back which told the story of him being run through. Another pair were on his back, up by his shoulders. Smaller blades that had stabbed downwards into his back. At all times there were dark purple bruises that changed places as they healed and were replaced. How the young man had survived these all, how he remains standing even, is a question one should be asking when seeing the evidence of his battles. | ||
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| + | ''Clothing:'' Law's usual attire is a dark crimson coat over layers of chain mail, leather, and padded cloth. Thick leather gloves, and boots of a fine make complete the ensemble. On his back is an obscenely large great-sword, notable for the red paint along the back of the blade, and the numerous trinkets and baubles that adorn the grip and pommel. He never wears jewelry of any kind. | ||
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Revision as of 21:16, 19 July 2018
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『 Lawrence Wallace 』 "Make your choices. Sow your seeds. When the time comes, I'll see you reap the consequences." 
 A severe looking man, Law rarely smiles. His dark brown hair is always combed back over his head, kept out of his face by hanging over his ears. Long and pointed as all elezen ears are, they stick out at a low angle, parallel to the ground rather than pointed up at all. Sharp, high cheekbones frame his eyes, a stark, cold blue with perpetual dark bags underneath. He looks as weary as he is doubtful of the world around him, but when he is among friends, a smile can make him look much younger. His nose is unremarkable, as are his lips, but his jawline is softer than most would think from the rest of his expression. A gentle curve, the jaw works its way to a strong chin lacking the point of some of his more hawkish kin. From top to bottom Law is a fighter. One who has trained and worked to be in a shape that allows him the life of war and combat that he chases with fervor. From the back one would first note his shoulders, broad and well-suited to carrying great weight upon them. His arms, carved from the same stone would carry more weight and bulk than one would expect from the normally lanky elezen. The theme continued from the front, where his chest and abdomen would have the same heavy set of muscles. Even his legs were strong, the base upon which the rest of him was built. It's clear from any angle that he was very keen on keeping in shape. ♦ Scars & Markings: The most striking part about Law's entire appearance is the pair of strangely symmetrical scars on either of his cheeks. Running from just under the eyes all the way down to his jaw, they were thick, jagged, and though healed long ago, still very much apparent. There were a few more minor mars, a knick on his neck, a small scar on his chin, nothing enough to call attention to, though. His body carried the brunt of his rough lifestyle, several alarmingly large scars crossing his torso. One was horizontal, spanning nearly his entire chest, implying a slash from a large blade. Another was smaller, but thicker, located on his left side near the bottom of his ribs. It had a twin on his back which told the story of him being run through. Another pair were on his back, up by his shoulders. Smaller blades that had stabbed downwards into his back. At all times there were dark purple bruises that changed places as they healed and were replaced. How the young man had survived these all, how he remains standing even, is a question one should be asking when seeing the evidence of his battles. ♦ Clothing: Law's usual attire is a dark crimson coat over layers of chain mail, leather, and padded cloth. Thick leather gloves, and boots of a fine make complete the ensemble. On his back is an obscenely large great-sword, notable for the red paint along the back of the blade, and the numerous trinkets and baubles that adorn the grip and pommel. He never wears jewelry of any kind.
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