Post by Amboro on Jul 22, 2018 12:33:47 GMT -5
Name: Amboro (Am-bo-row)
Age: Over 17,000
Body Shape: Fit, though beginning to show his age
Marriage Status: Single/Widower
Alignment: Good/Neutral Lawful
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 596lbs
Job/Class: Shaman, Scholar (History Major with specialty in Dreanic history), Doctor (PhD)
Description:
A single pale blue eye glows softly within his head, fully aware and having to do the work of two as the left is nothing more than a blind milky orb, the eye giving next to no light anymore from tragedies now since long pasted. The cause of the blindness still plain on his face, a long digging scar from his plated brow down to the left corner of his mouth, a deep faded violet color from the years old wound that still causes a few twitching pangs for the paladin under times of distress and unease. Wrinkles and lines etch on his face at the corners of his eyes and mouth, given to him long before his time was ready to earn them naturally, the long plight of his kin and their constant struggle and running. But that never seems to stop the tenderness and warmth that his smile still managed to hold over the years even with all the worlds grief has given him, there is a great handsomeness in the almost fatherly like features he held, firm chiseled chin and jaw, angular features and nose with gently curving back plated forehead and horns. A waterfall of silver locks coming from his head to drape well down towards the center of his back if it weren't kept in neat, if not thick, twin braids, one over each broad shoulders. A quartet of four, long, girthy tendrils crowned that strong jawline, each length surprisingly soft and supple, and admittedly one of the paladin's favorite past times, working and moving the prehensile tendrils to watch the reactions of others.
A number of battle scars cover the thick muscled form, few slash and stab wounds, though a great highway of deep cuts, and whip marks mar his back, a clear show of a number of rounds of torture that had been inflected upon the male, that had faded into a now mass highway of different leveled violet scared flesh against the almost dull blue of his normal skin tone. Standing a few inches below the height of most of his kind he didn't really let it bother him quite so much, it never truly had, though he would admit to it grating on him when some of the others had poked fun at him while growing up, but what few inches he didn't have to his legs, he had on that tail of his. The long length of movable flesh and muscle donned with a thick golden ring towards the plated base, giving a warm gleam of metal in the right light. Just like the rest of his kind, he sported the pair of powerful inverted legs and those large dark hooves, kept to a fine, almost blindingly so, well polished.
Age: Over 17,000
Body Shape: Fit, though beginning to show his age
Marriage Status: Single/Widower
Alignment: Good/Neutral Lawful
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 596lbs
Job/Class: Shaman, Scholar (History Major with specialty in Dreanic history), Doctor (PhD)
Description:
A single pale blue eye glows softly within his head, fully aware and having to do the work of two as the left is nothing more than a blind milky orb, the eye giving next to no light anymore from tragedies now since long pasted. The cause of the blindness still plain on his face, a long digging scar from his plated brow down to the left corner of his mouth, a deep faded violet color from the years old wound that still causes a few twitching pangs for the paladin under times of distress and unease. Wrinkles and lines etch on his face at the corners of his eyes and mouth, given to him long before his time was ready to earn them naturally, the long plight of his kin and their constant struggle and running. But that never seems to stop the tenderness and warmth that his smile still managed to hold over the years even with all the worlds grief has given him, there is a great handsomeness in the almost fatherly like features he held, firm chiseled chin and jaw, angular features and nose with gently curving back plated forehead and horns. A waterfall of silver locks coming from his head to drape well down towards the center of his back if it weren't kept in neat, if not thick, twin braids, one over each broad shoulders. A quartet of four, long, girthy tendrils crowned that strong jawline, each length surprisingly soft and supple, and admittedly one of the paladin's favorite past times, working and moving the prehensile tendrils to watch the reactions of others.
A number of battle scars cover the thick muscled form, few slash and stab wounds, though a great highway of deep cuts, and whip marks mar his back, a clear show of a number of rounds of torture that had been inflected upon the male, that had faded into a now mass highway of different leveled violet scared flesh against the almost dull blue of his normal skin tone. Standing a few inches below the height of most of his kind he didn't really let it bother him quite so much, it never truly had, though he would admit to it grating on him when some of the others had poked fun at him while growing up, but what few inches he didn't have to his legs, he had on that tail of his. The long length of movable flesh and muscle donned with a thick golden ring towards the plated base, giving a warm gleam of metal in the right light. Just like the rest of his kind, he sported the pair of powerful inverted legs and those large dark hooves, kept to a fine, almost blindingly so, well polished.
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