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'''Tattoo: ''' <font style="color:#000000;" size=2">Tattoos appear to cover a majority of his body, all interwoven in intricate detail.</font> | '''Tattoo: ''' <font style="color:#000000;" size=2">Tattoos appear to cover a majority of his body, all interwoven in intricate detail.</font> | ||
| − | This young man certainly was not subtle; he stood tall, though still slightly below average for his people, and bore a frame that spoke volumes in regards to his training. Long and lean, he maintained a figure that could easily bear the weight of armor and, while his posture indicated at least some knowledge in propriety, it often gave way to ease and informality in the blink of an eye. His was a youth hardened by experience; dark, sun-kissed flesh bore a series of scars | + | This young man certainly was not subtle; he stood tall, though still slightly below average for his people, and bore a frame that spoke volumes in regards to his training. Long and lean, he maintained a figure that could easily bear the weight of armor and, while his posture indicated at least some knowledge in propriety, it often gave way to ease and informality in the blink of an eye. His was a youth hardened by experience; dark, sun-kissed flesh bore a series of scars and his cool steely gaze maintained a certain level of scrutiny and suspicion. Deep, raven black locks framed his sharp, youthful features, haphazardly cut to en-shadow his eyes. There was a calm strength about him, a confidence that knew no bounds further emboldened by a keen sense of awareness. He seemed to smile little, slow to camaraderie and laughter, though just as easily could be seen sharing a drink with his fellows, harboring the subtle hints of amusement that seemed so uncommonly rare. |
| − | Dark leathers cling to his lean frame, fastened into place with multiple straps and belts | + | Dark leathers cling to his lean frame, fastened into place with multiple straps and belts crisscrossing here and there. The leather itself appears soft and supple, worn well over time and despite the close fit it seems to be comfortable, allowing for ease of movement. Beneath the sturdy armor a series of intricate tattoos line his body. The markings coil all about his form ending just above his jaw, at the inside of his feet and the center of his palms. The markings themselves seem to vary from those of sacred symbols to the esoteric. Beneath these tattoos and over other portions of his body the faint sheen of scarring can be seen, ragged and telling. He was not one foreign to the sight of battle nor its pains and consequences. |
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Revision as of 08:02, 12 November 2016
■ BIRTH NAME: Ethan Locke ■ NICKNAMES: N/A ■ RACE: Hyur ■ GENDER: Male ■ AGE: 24 ■ NATIONALITY: Ala Mhigan ■ ORIENTATION: No Preference ■ MARITAL STATUS: Single |
■ CURRENT RESIDENCE: N/A ■ OCCUPATION: Brawler - Resistance Scout ■ PATRON DEITY: Rhalgr ■ ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good [1] |
Height: 6 fulms 1 ilms
Weight: 190 ponz
Complexion: Sun-browned
Hair: Raven black
Eyes: Steel Grey
Tattoo: Tattoos appear to cover a majority of his body, all interwoven in intricate detail.
This young man certainly was not subtle; he stood tall, though still slightly below average for his people, and bore a frame that spoke volumes in regards to his training. Long and lean, he maintained a figure that could easily bear the weight of armor and, while his posture indicated at least some knowledge in propriety, it often gave way to ease and informality in the blink of an eye. His was a youth hardened by experience; dark, sun-kissed flesh bore a series of scars and his cool steely gaze maintained a certain level of scrutiny and suspicion. Deep, raven black locks framed his sharp, youthful features, haphazardly cut to en-shadow his eyes. There was a calm strength about him, a confidence that knew no bounds further emboldened by a keen sense of awareness. He seemed to smile little, slow to camaraderie and laughter, though just as easily could be seen sharing a drink with his fellows, harboring the subtle hints of amusement that seemed so uncommonly rare.
Dark leathers cling to his lean frame, fastened into place with multiple straps and belts crisscrossing here and there. The leather itself appears soft and supple, worn well over time and despite the close fit it seems to be comfortable, allowing for ease of movement. Beneath the sturdy armor a series of intricate tattoos line his body. The markings coil all about his form ending just above his jaw, at the inside of his feet and the center of his palms. The markings themselves seem to vary from those of sacred symbols to the esoteric. Beneath these tattoos and over other portions of his body the faint sheen of scarring can be seen, ragged and telling. He was not one foreign to the sight of battle nor its pains and consequences.
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●Contact: Description
Audio Inspiration:Often-times music will inspire a storyline or remind me of a character and as such I will link some of my favorites here whenever I come across them. Enjoy!
Annotations:This template is composed of elements created and modified by the following: Rihxo Matoi with the help of Nanagi Nagi and has pieces from the templates of Unnamed Mercenary, Roen Deneith, Cyrus Wolfe, and Coatleque Crofte as well as N'hadiya Khei, originally adapted from Bancroft Gairn, Xheja Rajhera, Atreus del Alumet, Suen Shyu, Glioca Sargonnai, D'lyhhia Lhuil, Faye Covington.
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