Post by bloodalchemist on Apr 16, 2016 18:35:13 GMT -5
Appearance
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Age: 40
Height: 6ft
Weight: 204lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Physical Description:
Though he once was a wiry, even lanky youth, ben has grown burly with old muscle. He has a high forehead, often letting his hair grow wild, though it is beginning to grow thin near the front. What once may have been a full beard is now permanently patchy, several deep scars running across his cheeks and chin.
His most noticable feature however are his deep set eyes, bluish grey, that stare out at the world with an often unblinking gaze. Time has not been kind to Ben, though one might guess that from all the marks his life has left upon him, it is a miracle he is even alive.
He typically wears well made clothes suited to traveling and carries a startling array of sharpened steel on his person at most times. Across his back is a leather sheathe carrying a heavy greatbow common to the folk that live in the Dalelands, almost elven in its styling. Out of all of his belongings, it is the best cared for and always seems in fine condition. Often he wears a heavy scarf under his cloak, pulling it up over his mouth and nose while on the job.
When fully clothed, a few tattoos can be seen on his neck but underneath Ben is covered in a startling array of ink, covering a good portion of his chest, arms and back. They are of verying styles and skill, some of them crude, ugly tattoos one might recognize as common amongst inmates at various prisons around faerun. Others though are beautiful works of art, done in various colors and obviously done by an expert hand.
Several tattoos of both excellent and crude quality stand out though.
Above his heart are two beautifully inked gravestones with flowers laying before them. The taller of the two gravestones has the name Sara inscribed upon it, the smaller bearing the name Rodger. Below these tomb stones are tattoos of five broken skulls, by the varying quality and style of each, one could guess they were done by different artists.
On the back of his neck and his right shoulder are tattoos one would recognize from prisons in Luskan, a laughing death's head with a dagger run through the top of it, symbols of murders done while serving time, marking the bearer as an inmate to be feared even among his fellows.
Though not a tattoo per say, around his neck are the faint scars of one who somehow survived the noose, where the rough rope bit into his flesh. On the left side of his neck, a series of broken chains has been inked.
All in all, Ben can be easily seen as an almost cliche storybook villian, one whose appearance would be used by parents to scare their children into good behavior. However, these days, Ben seems to have taken to finding a lot more humor in life and when he smiles, there is a mirthful warmth to his eyes that might make him seem years younger.
...........
Age: 40
Height: 6ft
Weight: 204lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Physical Description:
Though he once was a wiry, even lanky youth, ben has grown burly with old muscle. He has a high forehead, often letting his hair grow wild, though it is beginning to grow thin near the front. What once may have been a full beard is now permanently patchy, several deep scars running across his cheeks and chin.
His most noticable feature however are his deep set eyes, bluish grey, that stare out at the world with an often unblinking gaze. Time has not been kind to Ben, though one might guess that from all the marks his life has left upon him, it is a miracle he is even alive.
He typically wears well made clothes suited to traveling and carries a startling array of sharpened steel on his person at most times. Across his back is a leather sheathe carrying a heavy greatbow common to the folk that live in the Dalelands, almost elven in its styling. Out of all of his belongings, it is the best cared for and always seems in fine condition. Often he wears a heavy scarf under his cloak, pulling it up over his mouth and nose while on the job.
When fully clothed, a few tattoos can be seen on his neck but underneath Ben is covered in a startling array of ink, covering a good portion of his chest, arms and back. They are of verying styles and skill, some of them crude, ugly tattoos one might recognize as common amongst inmates at various prisons around faerun. Others though are beautiful works of art, done in various colors and obviously done by an expert hand.
Several tattoos of both excellent and crude quality stand out though.
Above his heart are two beautifully inked gravestones with flowers laying before them. The taller of the two gravestones has the name Sara inscribed upon it, the smaller bearing the name Rodger. Below these tomb stones are tattoos of five broken skulls, by the varying quality and style of each, one could guess they were done by different artists.
On the back of his neck and his right shoulder are tattoos one would recognize from prisons in Luskan, a laughing death's head with a dagger run through the top of it, symbols of murders done while serving time, marking the bearer as an inmate to be feared even among his fellows.
Though not a tattoo per say, around his neck are the faint scars of one who somehow survived the noose, where the rough rope bit into his flesh. On the left side of his neck, a series of broken chains has been inked.
All in all, Ben can be easily seen as an almost cliche storybook villian, one whose appearance would be used by parents to scare their children into good behavior. However, these days, Ben seems to have taken to finding a lot more humor in life and when he smiles, there is a mirthful warmth to his eyes that might make him seem years younger.
