Lif
Knight of Odersten
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Eyes: Blue Build: Muscular Scars: A big ugly one on his neck from the old ass bitch. He normally wears a high collar to conceal it. Others that are less notable, but obviously from a fighter's life Voice: something like this guy. i've done it. i've just embraced the cringe. Scent: honey, leather, sandalwood (probably sweat, blood and shame) A hardened frame with warm hands. A kind and flashy smile with scarred palms. A teasing wink coupled with the whiskey incense of warm amber musk, heady and intoxicating. His is a subtle charm, charismatic and yet hungry. The emptiness reflects within the chilling mist mirror of his gaze, a pyre in the void constantly burning, not with greed, but want nonetheless. His attention can make one feel like the only soul within the universe, yearning, aching, solitary. In the next instance, one could be just as easily an empty breeze drifting through the cracks in his fingers as they weave through the flames of his messy hair. Despite all the civility and cordial silver-tongued devilry, there's something rugged and unrefined about him as well. Investing himself within the thinly veiled cover of work has left him with a savage edge. ↬ His family originated from across the sea, they planted their roots here and several generations later have left them as almost natural citizens. |