Post by Vinar on Nov 29, 2010 2:27:41 GMT -5
Perhaps the most striking thing about his appearance is that it hardly seems out of the ordinary for a Sin’dorei. He possesses the finely worked features of his kind, the pointed ears, and the bright green eyes. His long, black hair falls in a perfectly smooth sheet just past his shoulders, the occasional lock or two making it over his shoulders as he moves. Of average height, well-muscled, and self-assured, he is the random stranger passed on the sidewalk, the quiet bartender at the favored pub, the ruffian in that back alley you never want to meet.
His voice is low and, generally, soft - each word clearly pronounced to be understood. As if to match his normal tone of voice, his breathing is almost unerringly steady and inaudible except in the very quietest of conditions.
If one finds him- or herself close to him, the smell of herbs would be evident. At times it may be the warm scent of peacebloom and mageroyal, but more typically it consists of some sickly-sweet mixture of plants used in the creation of poisons.
He carries no consistent accessories, save his weapons, and his clothing, even the armor which he wears out onto the field, is always kept in top condition.
His voice is low and, generally, soft - each word clearly pronounced to be understood. As if to match his normal tone of voice, his breathing is almost unerringly steady and inaudible except in the very quietest of conditions.
If one finds him- or herself close to him, the smell of herbs would be evident. At times it may be the warm scent of peacebloom and mageroyal, but more typically it consists of some sickly-sweet mixture of plants used in the creation of poisons.
He carries no consistent accessories, save his weapons, and his clothing, even the armor which he wears out onto the field, is always kept in top condition.
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