Name: Sammael Kursk
Age: 28
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 95kg
Skin: Tanned
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde, Fair
Build: Athletic, Muscular

Description:

Sam is a man of dusky skin and lofty heights, standing above the average man and perhaps even the 'above average man' too.   His features are soft and pronounced, flowing almost.  Tanned skin from a life outdoors is framed by fair hair, mousy to the eye but reflecting golden blonde in the light, and cut and groomed immaculately to frame his face.  

An athletic lifestyle has lead to muscular tone cascading through his form like a flowing river, weaving and changing its direction as it drew the channel lines between each pronounced muscle.    What skin might be on show is unmarred and almost perfect, despite the sun kissed look - nary a crease or wrinkle out of place, a sure display of a youthful man.   There is a certain regality to his presence, though were one to look closer it is clear that his clothes are old and worn, and the colouration far from what a noble would wear.

Often he clads himself in cloth and leathers; thick coats and hats to accentuate and shade himself from the harshest rays the sun might deliver, and on his feet, a practical pair of boots akin to what a swashbuckler might wear.   This wasn't the only link to a life at sea; a duelling sword in the form of a rapier is often tied in peace about his waist, though the dust gathered on his boots leads one to doubt that he is a man of the seas.

Quite the enigma, and nothing could be spotted in those deep, forest green eyes of his either, his expression offered nothing at all, barring a smile if he knows you, or has caught your attention on him; a smile laced with butter, or honey, or whatever sweet vice might cut into your defences.