Appearance & Personality
With a hard gaze and seemingly permanent scowl J’umago would not appear the friendliest of sorts. At first glance his body language is not entirely welcoming. An aura of superiority would seethe from his presence, and with his sharp piercing amber gaze the Seeker judges those who pass him. His strong facial features would seem to rarely carry anything but a tough demeanor. With a thick set of eyebrows, J’umago’s skin would be easily offset and noticeable about his eyes. That flesh was no wrinkled mess, but nor was it the smooth taut flesh of a young Seeker. While appearing thick and rough to the touch, the Seeker would not hide his aging form out of some self consciousness. About the outer sides of each eye would be the presence of mild crows feet, ever apparent in his constant scowl.
His graying auburn hair would hang around his head as if a mane, thick and swept back behind his head as a beard covered about his jawline and chin. A full goatee would connect with that beard, creating a proper set of thick lengthy facial hair that contained streaks of gray. With snorting exhales from his nostrils, the Seeker would often be seen to himself. From his broad ears and strong jaw, the appearance of this Miqo’te would be no less defined as eyes would examine him. What flesh was revealed would be muscular beyond normal expectations, his body seemingly trained above and beyond to maintain a more respectable strength. That combination of height and strength would set him apart from typical Miqo’te, but by no means was he unique in his design. Time and effort sculpted his frame, and in such his sacrifice would be in nimble graces.
J’umago would not seem the most agile type, his body appearing more centered on the earth in his heavy stances. He would not be adorned in the thickest of armors to shield from every blow, and such would be apparent as scars lined his face, chest, back, and likely other stretches of flesh. Often seen about his back, or slung over one shoulder, would be a large and simply designed axe. It would not hum with magic, nor would it carry a wicked design. The purpose seemed clear enough, the well tended blade of that axe freshly sharpened to any skilled smithing eye.
With his tail flicking around the back of his frame, it would appear to be the Nunh's most expressive body part. Often giving a wag, flick, or stiffening, the appendage would betray his hard features. Beyond the muscle that was well defined down his chest, the Seeker would also maintain various splotches of war paint. Primarily in blacks they would be marked across his chest, stomach, and face. They would vary from time to time, but more often than not they would be relatively close in design.
His voice would rumble in a deep pitch if one would fall into conversation, and with his coupled gaze, stance, and tone the Seeker would carry a confidence that he did not need to prove to others. Despite acceptance of his attitude, or not, he carried himself consistently in the face of others. His only grins or smirks would be those followed by his harsh words, when they would feel at their peak of judgement and control.
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Miscellaneous
- ■ Alignment: Lawful Evil
- ■ Preferred Weapon: Great Axe
- ■ Favorite Food: Grilled Carp
- ■ Favorite Drink: Tequila
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