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Ricard stands tall with a hulking physique forged by conflict, with a wealth of bulging musculature barely contained in the pale flesh that stretches so taut over it. His skin is a gruesome canvas of nicks and cuts of battles past that decorate his skin, serving as evidence that he's won as many fights as he has lost them and never escaped unscathed. Some gnarled and deep, some fresh and vibrant while others are faded and pale. There's scarcely an inch of his frame that hasn't been scathed by the edge of blade or battered by hammers and shields.


A mop of unkempt black hair as wild and tumultuous as his demeanor crowns the man's skull, and a crooked nose draws the eye as it sits in the middle of a tense face, broken in the past and listing to the left. A full beard of equally untidy hair covers much of his jaw with frayed ends.