Post by exile on May 24, 2008 12:28:28 GMT -5
Measuring just shy of six-feet tall and weighing some thirteen and a half stone, Kale possesses a lean, sinewy frame that belies a strength more befitting a larger man. Cold, golden eyes stare out at the planes from amidst an otherwise entirely forgettable Githzerai countenance, and his white shoulder length hair is worn in a high top knot. Kale's step is agile, and his voice quiet though a canny listener will detect a note of steel behind his sparing words.
Attired in simple garb of common quality, Kale's dress is practical more than it is colorful excepting a bright red woolen doublet. His chief luxury is a sturdy pair of calf-height boots, and his legs are wrapped against the elements in coarse gamash. While out in the streets of Sigil, Kale often wears a black-woolen cap, thin leather gloves and perhaps a charcoal colored baladrana if the weather is particularly foul.
As a man without a place to call kip for more than a few nights at a time, Kale can often be found bearing the bulk of his possessions on his back beneath the carapace of his shield. The leather wrapped hilt of a well crafted longsword rises above his shoulder and a brutish looking morningstar rests at his hip. Perhaps most interesting amongst his armaments is the wheel lock pistol hung from his heavy leather bandoleer, a rarity even in Sigil. The only testament to his allegiances is an etching of the Takers' arms on the face of his steel belt buckle.
(Alright, Warrax, lets get yours up!)
Attired in simple garb of common quality, Kale's dress is practical more than it is colorful excepting a bright red woolen doublet. His chief luxury is a sturdy pair of calf-height boots, and his legs are wrapped against the elements in coarse gamash. While out in the streets of Sigil, Kale often wears a black-woolen cap, thin leather gloves and perhaps a charcoal colored baladrana if the weather is particularly foul.
As a man without a place to call kip for more than a few nights at a time, Kale can often be found bearing the bulk of his possessions on his back beneath the carapace of his shield. The leather wrapped hilt of a well crafted longsword rises above his shoulder and a brutish looking morningstar rests at his hip. Perhaps most interesting amongst his armaments is the wheel lock pistol hung from his heavy leather bandoleer, a rarity even in Sigil. The only testament to his allegiances is an etching of the Takers' arms on the face of his steel belt buckle.
(Alright, Warrax, lets get yours up!)