Post by arcanumzero on Aug 26, 2008 23:13:22 GMT -5
The creature before you could best be described with a single word: cold. His breath mists in the comfortably warm air, and there’s a distinct chill about him, although it is unclear how much of that is temperature and how much of it is the unnaturally straight, white teeth in his perfect, unreadable grin.
He stands just short of six feet tall, and you’d put his weight at a muscular 13 stone if you had to guess, which fortunately you don’t. His skin is so pale as to be white, with blue veins visible through much of it. His hair, which he wears in a flat top with a long ponytail, is an almost-translucent shade of ice blue, and his long, pointed ears jut outward from his head, parallel to his shoulders. He has a number of piercings in both ears, one eyebrow, and the bridge of his nose, and the smooth skin of his forehead is broken by two chitinous horns. His eyes are blood red, with eerie cross-shaped pupils. His features are sharply angular, as though carved, and his narrow nose has clearly been broken at least once.
He is wearing a light white cloak over a finely embroidered white tunic, and pants tucked into well-crafted knee-high hobnailed boots. A long, slender tail covered in fine white scales flicks rhythmically at the ground behind him, and he carries a massive zweihander forged of some pitted and scarred red metal on his back.
He stands just short of six feet tall, and you’d put his weight at a muscular 13 stone if you had to guess, which fortunately you don’t. His skin is so pale as to be white, with blue veins visible through much of it. His hair, which he wears in a flat top with a long ponytail, is an almost-translucent shade of ice blue, and his long, pointed ears jut outward from his head, parallel to his shoulders. He has a number of piercings in both ears, one eyebrow, and the bridge of his nose, and the smooth skin of his forehead is broken by two chitinous horns. His eyes are blood red, with eerie cross-shaped pupils. His features are sharply angular, as though carved, and his narrow nose has clearly been broken at least once.
He is wearing a light white cloak over a finely embroidered white tunic, and pants tucked into well-crafted knee-high hobnailed boots. A long, slender tail covered in fine white scales flicks rhythmically at the ground behind him, and he carries a massive zweihander forged of some pitted and scarred red metal on his back.