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− | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;"><br>A wraith of a man who tends to reside along the swamps of South Shroud and bears the bright red tattoos native to the customs of the Yhundo shamanism despite his denial of his blood. Smarmy and conceited, he is rarely the type of being familiar to pleasant company; he is a walking array of scars and coldly calculated interactions, his entire life painted in the ridges of marred skin over the planes of his body either in the form of scars or in the strange, ominous drawings of crimson that betray his heritage. What was once a body that spoke of youth and agile strength has more recently become malnourished and lithe, a slender voyage attributed to his preference for the usage of | + | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;"><br>A wraith of a man who tends to reside along the swamps of South Shroud and bears the bright red tattoos native to the customs of the Yhundo shamanism despite his denial of his blood. Smarmy and conceited, he is rarely the type of being familiar to pleasant company; he is a walking array of scars and coldly calculated interactions, his entire life painted in the ridges of marred skin over the planes of his body either in the form of scars or in the strange, ominous drawings of crimson that betray his heritage. What was once a body that spoke of youth and agile strength has more recently become malnourished and lithe, a slender voyage attributed to his preference for the usage of ancient magicks. |
Revision as of 08:38, 3 October 2018
Izar’a Yhundo Sleepwalker Of The Marsh About
“I have known what it means to take the sun between my teeth and turn it over in my lap. After a while, I welcomed the flame / and the bruises / and the thirst.”
Voice: While not overly deep, it has a certain level of gravel to it that rasps against his throat. Rolls his r's; this might simply be the aftereffect of Common not being his first language. While he is fluent enough in Huntspeak, the accent pertaining to the way he speaks it is not akin to anything home to the Shroud. Clothing: Tends to dress in loose fitting clothing that will allow him ease of movement. Values lightweight cloths and wrappings, and seems to lack the ability to properly dress himself in shirts. Oftentimes, his garments will also be adorned in jewels and trinkets, alongside the occasional speck of dirt and leaf that inevitably finds itself somewhere on his person. “The truth is if I keep forgetting I may scratch myself to pieces. // The truth is don’t touch me.”
“All people are driven to the point of eating their gods, after a time.”
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