Post by smacrasmacrasmacra on Feb 14, 2017 4:02:49 GMT -5
Evgeny Zyubov, Fanampaam
This twenty-two year old Rashemi male stands just under 5'6", but is broad enough in the shoulder to almost be proportioned as if a large, dark dwarf. His motions are stiff and he tends to remain motionless unless provoked. His eyes are cold unless given provocation. In such cases his glare is consuming and furious. (However, behind his mask, his mien is an impassive sheen of copper.)
He speaks in a breathy, almost distant tone. Rashemi accent is obvious to those familiar, otherwise it is still obviously foreign and eastern. His diction is clear and clean, formally so.
He scents himself with white musk.
His head is without serious blemish, but the rest of his body is a roadmap of pain and scars, keloids overlapping through ritual torment. There are cords infused with tiny glass shards wound through his skin. Tabs on his armor hook to them and he can be seen tugging upon the tabs in a ritual fashion in preparation or moments of stress.
He carries a Rashemi Fire-Wheel into combat and it, with a large shield, are never far from his side.
**more to come**