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Pain never completely leaves him, as his partner in the Force was suddenly, violently murdered. Proof that even vengeance cannot entirely ease the ache of loss. But luckily for him, he's not alone. To be quite honest, his mate is the best cure for him that could ever have been created.
His lower half is swathed in a pair of skintight, buttery chocolate leather trews, broad, deep chest hidden beneath a forest green linen shirt with an open neck and leather lacings. Polished, softly shining black midcalf boots finish out the effect, and strapped to his back is his longsword.
On a silver chain around his neck is a band of solid silver, engraved with twining leaves and flowers--a gift, and a pledge. His left ring finger is now hugged by a circlet of carved garnet, engraved with flowing elven script that reads, "Ciaran ar' Sophian Kemennaur - Mela Oira - Yenearsira, 2002." There is a partner to this band of carved gem, a twin but for its substance, which is of polished hematite.