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− | This young man certainly was not subtle; he stood tall, slightly above average for his race 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, ashen black flesh bore a series of scars and his vibrant mauve 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. 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. | + | '''This young man certainly was not subtle; he stood tall, slightly above average for his race 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, ashen black flesh bore a series of scars and his vibrant mauve 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. 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 criss-crossing 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 leathers 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. | Dark leathers cling to his lean frame, fastened into place with multiple straps and belts criss-crossing 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 leathers 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. | ||
− | Found frequently in accompaniment to the man was a pair of blades, a longbow shaped of ebony and various other hidden effects. His most prized pair of blades were well detailed, and bore a sheen that spoke volumes of his dedication to care. Clearly of expert make the blades possessed an intricate series of carvings, and well placed gems. The longbow was equally just as exquisite, boasting detailed filigree and carvings upon the risers, bound with dark leathers about the grip. | + | Found frequently in accompaniment to the man was a pair of blades, a longbow shaped of ebony and various other hidden effects. His most prized pair of blades were well detailed, and bore a sheen that spoke volumes of his dedication to care. Clearly of expert make the blades possessed an intricate series of carvings, and well placed gems. The longbow was equally just as exquisite, boasting detailed filigree and carvings upon the risers, bound with dark leathers about the grip.''' |
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Revision as of 12:01, 29 December 2017
Rahje'ir Jinjahl "The Marksman" About
Height: 5 fulms 9 ilms Weight: 190 ponz Complexion: Ashen Hair: Raven black Eyes: Mauve This young man certainly was not subtle; he stood tall, slightly above average for his race 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, ashen black flesh bore a series of scars and his vibrant mauve 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. 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 criss-crossing 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 leathers 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. Found frequently in accompaniment to the man was a pair of blades, a longbow shaped of ebony and various other hidden effects. His most prized pair of blades were well detailed, and bore a sheen that spoke volumes of his dedication to care. Clearly of expert make the blades possessed an intricate series of carvings, and well placed gems. The longbow was equally just as exquisite, boasting detailed filigree and carvings upon the risers, bound with dark leathers about the grip. Few know the Miqo'te Ranger and fewer still know the truth of his origins. Rumor has it that he was discovered as an infant in the depths of the Black Shroud, the remnants of his clan left butchered around him. Whispers and suspicion were his company as he grew among the residents of Gridania and while he showed promise in the art of archery, he was never permitted instruction by the various Guilds that shaped the foundations of youth. Some rare few took sympathy upon the boy, while others expressly hindered him at every turn, daring him to challenge them and seal his fate.
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