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-at just under six feet, he's trim and athletic, with a more commanding aura than some might otherwise expect. With him comes a sense of timeless wisdom, a brush with ages gone by. By turns wild and primal, then cultured and learned, one is never quite certain just what to expect, while graced with his presence. His hair is sandy and often shaggy, brushed back with ginger tendrils left trailing errantly into piercing eyes the colour of moss on weathered bluestone. The depths of which one could easily find theirself lost in. His features are chiseled and slightly weathered, evidence of a life lived out of doors. More often than not, there's the grizzeled beginnings of a beard upon his slender jaw and framing a sensitive mouth. His clothing is often elegant yet simple, comprised of suits in basic black, or slacks and sweaters in hues found only in nature. Upon one hand rests a band of golden oak leaves worked in delicate detail, and about his neck hangs only a golden dragon's eye suspended from a braided leather cord- [Primal Marks] |