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| Name: Rhys, Lord of Relics, Cromm Cruach Age: Somewhere over 2,000 years Status: Raven, Ex-Death god Race: Unseelie Abilities: Can kill with his touch, and can control armies of the dead Weapons: Dreaded Death (Uamhas); Axe; Daggers Livery: n/a Profile: A death god. Can raise the dead to fight at ones side during a battle. He put his cape and the waist-length spill of white wavy hair over one arm so I'd have an unobstructed view of his body. Rhys was a full half foot under six feet, short for a guard. To my knowledge he was full-blooded court. He just happened to be short. He smiled his full cupid-bow lips at me. They matched the round boyshly handsome face and the one pale blue eye. His eye was a tricircle of blue; cornflower blue around the pupil, sky blue, then a circle of winter sky. The other eye was lost under a furrow of scars. |