Tittle: 1st Lord/Knight
Race: Half Breed, the only obvious half is elven but there are far more pieces then just this
Age Unknown
Description:
Height: 6'2"
Eyes: Bright moons of white that reflect the moonlight through them, they are odd since they appear to change depending upon the moon's phases. So for example a new moon they would be black and on a crescent they would be a crescent of white and the rest black. Then surrounding the moons is a sandy red iris, that you can see the rising and falling tides of the desert sands.
Hair: sleek dark crimson with blood stained highlights (literally blood stained)
Build: slender like a elf but has a slightly more muscular build then a common elf, sharing both human and elf features but not a half-elf either, with some foreign flare to his features.
Basic Description: The sands swirl and the wind howls through the open cavities in the rock face. The sand storm begins to get worse as the wind picks up, with nothing but the roar of its inner torment to dull the silence of one's mind. Silence... Strangely enough there was a certain quiet feel to this storm, it was rather unpredictable to guess but it almost seemed unnatural. But what was even more unnatural was the shadow that could be seen through the sand. It was the shadow of a tall form, with no defining features to tell even whether it was human or beast. The only thing that could be said is that it was like a ghost that slowly floated across the dunes, eerily moaning in its lament as it moved ever closer.
Then thankfully as the storm figure came closer its detailed features could be made out. It was a person.. The tall stranger wore a cloak over his shoulders that swayed wildly in the torentuous winds. The fabric was clearly old, worn and tattered from years of experience and travel. With a long leather belt hanging loosely across his hips, it swayed gently in the wind like the melancholy lament of the church bells, with his long braided hair following along in the melody behind him. What caught your eye though when you looked at his face though was everything! From the old bandages that wrapped around his forehead, to the unkept hair that fell across the other side of his face to act as a veil.
Then beneath all this was the thick warm clothing of wool, with the slight hint of metal against metal that catches your ear. Then as if the sun was reborn the dark black and burning embers of his ancient armor catch your eye. The dark gray and brown of his strange robes almost seem to mix with this armor of his as he walks past you. The figure seems to fade into the sand-filled wind as he makes his way to his next destination, only to leave it once again when wander-lust returns to this poor wanderer.
Background: The wanderer known as Brennan does not even know his own age, and has forgotten a great portion of his life. With nothing but the knowledge of who he was now, and his life before he left the burning embers of what was left of his once glorious village. Now he is here in myst, several months had led to a lifetime's worth of memories. But in this world of order and laws, he struggles to find his place and slowly through living here begins to learn even more about himself and who he wishes to be.