Post by Silivren on Aug 5, 2018 16:44:35 GMT -5
Full name: Eban McFarlin
Age: Unknown, but appears to be in his late thirties to early forties.
Birthplace: Unknown, but speaks with a mix of accents. There are heavy hues of a northerner, mixed with many years spent within the city of Trinsic, though the bit that makes him hard to understand... seems entirely foreign.
Height: 6'5 barefoot, though with thick metal leggings, and boots underneath he stands a few inches taller.
Eyes: A bright silver, with specs of black randomly placed within them. The brightness of the silver seems to change with his mood.
Hair: Expertly cared for, full of body and life, it appears as if his hair is washed, brushed, and expertly placed each day, perhaps more than once. He has naturally black hair that falls over his shoulders, it has blood red highlights to match the color of his armor. In nearly every open lock, there is tied a strand of large rubies, and gold coins woven in; now that his hair falls freely it is almost as if a river of gold and gems that flow from the top of his head to his shoulder blades, shimmering in the light, and jingling with each movement. There are several etchings on the coins that act as decoration, hearts, dragons, arrows, but the most prevalent are coins with the head of Medusa engraved upon them.
Physique: He has the build of a warrior to match his natural height and size, his muscles tone with years of effort, fighting, and exercise. Even though he claims to be in the arms of content retirement, there is evidence that he still trains his body to undergo the harshest of treatment.
Scars: There are almost to many to describe, it is obvious that this man has seen many conflicts; though, there are those that stand out as being a larger part of his story, but many can not be seen while within his armor. He bares a large axe wound over his right collar bone, both stitch, and burn marks surround it as if it took some effort to close the gash, the bone itself is a bit disformed to this day as the strong blow caused a break, which never correctly healed. His torso, and his back are littered with lash marks, either showing signs of past enslavement, or torture. There are also scars left by a heated kryss mixed between the whip marks, showing even more evidence of what was endured. Over his heart, there are what appear to be claw marks; they are repetitive, and numerous, though these scars do not seem to be the work of a wild beast, or anything supernatural, if examined closely enough, one could see that they were made by human fingernails. He also has an inverted compassion brand on his right wrist. The most alarming, and humiliating for a man with Eban's past may not have been seen by many, though he tends to be free going, and comfortable in his own skin, one of the few articles of armor/clothing that he hesitates to remove is his gorget; under his neck guard lies layer upon layer of fang marks, as if he was used either as a buffet, or a frequent target by those whom he would call "leaches."
Tattoos: He has a blue kryss atop his right forearm, with Necromancer runes inscribed in its handle. The word "Mars" is written in an ink that is meant to resemble shadow iron on the outside of his left forearm, underlined by what appears to be an imitation of blood. Over his heart, in a failed attempt to cover the claw marks, is a landscape scene, showing a large river, a swimming pond, and the city of Trinsic in the background. If his hair is ever up, there is the image of a dragon on one side of his head, and a serpent on the other. He has a large Tokunese dragon between his shoulder blades.
General description: The man whom you may meet is an enigma. He dresses with the wealth, and splendor of nobility, yet drinks and talks with the personality of a low-born man. He looks like a warrior, yet speaks more of peace and happiness. A murderer, a torturer, yet one trying to open an animal shelter. His armor is thick, yet his hair is kept better than that of most women. He is often found at a pub, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and a chest of spare drinks somewhere close by. While in his past, he was quick to anger and aggression, he often shows himself passive in conflict these days. If pushed to anger, shakes quickly spread to his hands, as if an addict freshly abandoning his chosen drug. A shoulder to cry on, a friend to drink with, a warrior to fight aside, a fighter, a lover, a drinker, and a thinker; he is a man of many hats (figuratively and literally with his large haberdashery.) He seems to speak what he believes, and even if it has the possibility of bringing himself great harm, he will tell the truth; though there is something about him that makes you feel like he is never telling you the entire story. This man is easy to judge by the cover, but hard to understand if the pages of his book are looked upon.
Age: Unknown, but appears to be in his late thirties to early forties.
Birthplace: Unknown, but speaks with a mix of accents. There are heavy hues of a northerner, mixed with many years spent within the city of Trinsic, though the bit that makes him hard to understand... seems entirely foreign.
Height: 6'5 barefoot, though with thick metal leggings, and boots underneath he stands a few inches taller.
Eyes: A bright silver, with specs of black randomly placed within them. The brightness of the silver seems to change with his mood.
Hair: Expertly cared for, full of body and life, it appears as if his hair is washed, brushed, and expertly placed each day, perhaps more than once. He has naturally black hair that falls over his shoulders, it has blood red highlights to match the color of his armor. In nearly every open lock, there is tied a strand of large rubies, and gold coins woven in; now that his hair falls freely it is almost as if a river of gold and gems that flow from the top of his head to his shoulder blades, shimmering in the light, and jingling with each movement. There are several etchings on the coins that act as decoration, hearts, dragons, arrows, but the most prevalent are coins with the head of Medusa engraved upon them.
Physique: He has the build of a warrior to match his natural height and size, his muscles tone with years of effort, fighting, and exercise. Even though he claims to be in the arms of content retirement, there is evidence that he still trains his body to undergo the harshest of treatment.
Scars: There are almost to many to describe, it is obvious that this man has seen many conflicts; though, there are those that stand out as being a larger part of his story, but many can not be seen while within his armor. He bares a large axe wound over his right collar bone, both stitch, and burn marks surround it as if it took some effort to close the gash, the bone itself is a bit disformed to this day as the strong blow caused a break, which never correctly healed. His torso, and his back are littered with lash marks, either showing signs of past enslavement, or torture. There are also scars left by a heated kryss mixed between the whip marks, showing even more evidence of what was endured. Over his heart, there are what appear to be claw marks; they are repetitive, and numerous, though these scars do not seem to be the work of a wild beast, or anything supernatural, if examined closely enough, one could see that they were made by human fingernails. He also has an inverted compassion brand on his right wrist. The most alarming, and humiliating for a man with Eban's past may not have been seen by many, though he tends to be free going, and comfortable in his own skin, one of the few articles of armor/clothing that he hesitates to remove is his gorget; under his neck guard lies layer upon layer of fang marks, as if he was used either as a buffet, or a frequent target by those whom he would call "leaches."
Tattoos: He has a blue kryss atop his right forearm, with Necromancer runes inscribed in its handle. The word "Mars" is written in an ink that is meant to resemble shadow iron on the outside of his left forearm, underlined by what appears to be an imitation of blood. Over his heart, in a failed attempt to cover the claw marks, is a landscape scene, showing a large river, a swimming pond, and the city of Trinsic in the background. If his hair is ever up, there is the image of a dragon on one side of his head, and a serpent on the other. He has a large Tokunese dragon between his shoulder blades.
General description: The man whom you may meet is an enigma. He dresses with the wealth, and splendor of nobility, yet drinks and talks with the personality of a low-born man. He looks like a warrior, yet speaks more of peace and happiness. A murderer, a torturer, yet one trying to open an animal shelter. His armor is thick, yet his hair is kept better than that of most women. He is often found at a pub, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and a chest of spare drinks somewhere close by. While in his past, he was quick to anger and aggression, he often shows himself passive in conflict these days. If pushed to anger, shakes quickly spread to his hands, as if an addict freshly abandoning his chosen drug. A shoulder to cry on, a friend to drink with, a warrior to fight aside, a fighter, a lover, a drinker, and a thinker; he is a man of many hats (figuratively and literally with his large haberdashery.) He seems to speak what he believes, and even if it has the possibility of bringing himself great harm, he will tell the truth; though there is something about him that makes you feel like he is never telling you the entire story. This man is easy to judge by the cover, but hard to understand if the pages of his book are looked upon.