Post by malleus on Feb 13, 2019 7:33:04 GMT -5
Didymus Silverlute stands a mere 3 feet tall with an age of 59, his skin is weathered but still shows the features of a hansom elder halfling.
His hair and beard are silver-gray and well-trimmed, if you get close enough you can smell a hint of sweet bee wax in it.
The eyes are hassle brown and the lines around them tells the tale of many smiles.
Silverlute is a well-mannered halfling of joyful spirit but not to the point of annoyance to others.
He bares a kobold blue coat with matching pants and vest and under that a fine brown shirt all his cloth a lined with mitral trimmings.
On his back he carries a lute made of ironwood and incrusted with mitral that makes it shine like it was made of polished silver.
He has grown up in the city of Derlusk in the Borderlands, but as a halfling in his mid-twenties he has set out to see the world, and only returned to his home a few times.
This time his travels has taken him to Cormyr, and so fare the place has come to his liking.
He makes his livings as a pure bard, a lover before a fighter and a singer before anything else.
Silverlute clearly owes no alliance to anyone but is a man of his word and seems true to his friends.
He records tales and great deeds of the people he meets and never seems to forget anything, and therefore holds a great many secrets.
A true singer of songs and lover of life.
His hair and beard are silver-gray and well-trimmed, if you get close enough you can smell a hint of sweet bee wax in it.
The eyes are hassle brown and the lines around them tells the tale of many smiles.
Silverlute is a well-mannered halfling of joyful spirit but not to the point of annoyance to others.
He bares a kobold blue coat with matching pants and vest and under that a fine brown shirt all his cloth a lined with mitral trimmings.
On his back he carries a lute made of ironwood and incrusted with mitral that makes it shine like it was made of polished silver.
He has grown up in the city of Derlusk in the Borderlands, but as a halfling in his mid-twenties he has set out to see the world, and only returned to his home a few times.
This time his travels has taken him to Cormyr, and so fare the place has come to his liking.
He makes his livings as a pure bard, a lover before a fighter and a singer before anything else.
Silverlute clearly owes no alliance to anyone but is a man of his word and seems true to his friends.
He records tales and great deeds of the people he meets and never seems to forget anything, and therefore holds a great many secrets.
A true singer of songs and lover of life.