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− | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;"> | + | <font style="color: #000; letter-spacing: 0em;">A stark white shock of hair, crimson-clad as it was, oft stood out in a crowd. A defined face, marred by a singular scar,had a mismatched gaze of ruby and topaz embedded within it. Yellow his red his left, Rhuli'a counted on the slightly otherworldly gaze he carried to bring attention to himself, be it the crowded craze of a marketplace, or the dismal din of a battlefield. A single-minded attention was shown to his facial hair, ritualistically shaving it each morn, no matter what happened the eve before. With nary a lock of hair upon his jaw, cheek or chin, the Miqo'te took to his face as a painter did to his canvas. |
− | '''Scars & Markings:''' | + | Tempered muscle stood out upon his arms and legs, broad shoulders complimenting them. A narrow waist and solid legs made up his lower half, his fluffy, ash-colored tail trailing lazily behind him, ever-moving and bushy. Weighing at just over one-hundred-and-seventy ponzes, Rhuli'a cut a lithe figure, more toned than bulging. |
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+ | '''Scars & Markings:''' A red as rich as his own eye crested over his countenance, one day a fierce, challenging graphic, the next, a more relaxed, pious illustration. The only blemish upon this pristine portrayal of his faith was a jagged, dark scar, which started from underneath his right eye and saw its way over top his left. It looked ancient, as if the wound had happened some decades ago. | ||
'''Voice:''' [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5CzQA3EF5g ] | '''Voice:''' [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5CzQA3EF5g ] | ||
− | '''Clothing:''' | + | '''Clothing:''' Around others, Rhuli'a was not shy to flaunt. Expensive fabrics, weighty jewelry, and exotic materials littered the Keeper's person. Ever dyed and measured to his exact specifications, the Miqo'te was ever wary of the latest trends in fashion. And yet, there was never an outfit that felt wholly Ul'dahn, Limsan, or, if so inclined, Hingashan. There always reigned some measure of Ala Mhigan tone towards how he dressed. An exposed arm here, a deeper cut in the neck there. Duality and symmetry were ever the natural compliments to the man and there was little convincing him to curb his want to parade his inclinations. |
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Revision as of 04:16, 27 July 2018
Defiance Made Manifest "Suppose you throw a coin enough times. Suppose, one day, it lands on its edge." About
A stark white shock of hair, crimson-clad as it was, oft stood out in a crowd. A defined face, marred by a singular scar,had a mismatched gaze of ruby and topaz embedded within it. Yellow his red his left, Rhuli'a counted on the slightly otherworldly gaze he carried to bring attention to himself, be it the crowded craze of a marketplace, or the dismal din of a battlefield. A single-minded attention was shown to his facial hair, ritualistically shaving it each morn, no matter what happened the eve before. With nary a lock of hair upon his jaw, cheek or chin, the Miqo'te took to his face as a painter did to his canvas. Tempered muscle stood out upon his arms and legs, broad shoulders complimenting them. A narrow waist and solid legs made up his lower half, his fluffy, ash-colored tail trailing lazily behind him, ever-moving and bushy. Weighing at just over one-hundred-and-seventy ponzes, Rhuli'a cut a lithe figure, more toned than bulging. Scars & Markings: A red as rich as his own eye crested over his countenance, one day a fierce, challenging graphic, the next, a more relaxed, pious illustration. The only blemish upon this pristine portrayal of his faith was a jagged, dark scar, which started from underneath his right eye and saw its way over top his left. It looked ancient, as if the wound had happened some decades ago. Voice: [1] Clothing: Around others, Rhuli'a was not shy to flaunt. Expensive fabrics, weighty jewelry, and exotic materials littered the Keeper's person. Ever dyed and measured to his exact specifications, the Miqo'te was ever wary of the latest trends in fashion. And yet, there was never an outfit that felt wholly Ul'dahn, Limsan, or, if so inclined, Hingashan. There always reigned some measure of Ala Mhigan tone towards how he dressed. An exposed arm here, a deeper cut in the neck there. Duality and symmetry were ever the natural compliments to the man and there was little convincing him to curb his want to parade his inclinations.
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