First Name: Aran
Last Name: Mostric
Nationality: Undisclosed
Age: Looks to be late 30's to early 40's
Gender: Male
Hair: A very light blond, though it appears to be graying, though barely noticeable.
Eyes: Sea-glass green.
Height: 179 CM\ 5'11''
Notable traits: Should he be seen topless, a person might notice that his back is criss-crossed with old scars on top of old scars, as though someone had attempted to whip him to death, repeatedly.
The left side of his torso also carries a raw-looking scar right underneath his ribs - the size of a sword, though it does not seem like it has healed properly and is in constant danger of being reopened.

Other than that, he has a few other visible scars of varying size, spread out across his body, as to be expected by someone who has only known war for most of their life.

Other things of note: For those attuned to the spirit world and the negative energy of undead, they can sometimes catch a whiff of a malevolent spirit in his close proximity.
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"We rode on the winds of the rising storm,
We ran to the sounds of the thunder.
We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder"
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Aran Mostric is a relatively handsome man, with dusky skin, and surprisingly blonde hair.
However, age has begun to catch up with him, to some regard, and his hair has begun to gray, slowly resembling something akin to a dull light silver around the temples.

He is of a slender build, but he retains a muscular body, hinting that he lives a rather active lifestyle.

He often dresses in simple clothes, and carries himself with the demeanor of an old soldier.
Should one approach him, they would more often than not, notice a subtle aroma of strong alcohol when coming too close, hinting at days spent drinking.

As he speaks, it is with a slightly deep, rumbling bass in his voice, while his accent could be described as "posh" in it's natural state. However, he has a tendency to emulate the speech pattern of others, as well as change from a formal tone to a more casual one, depending on who he is conversing with.

While he is not quick to shy away from the company of others, he seems to prefer his own company.
Nevertheless, at times he can be heard murmuring to himself in a soft voice, as though speaking to someone not there. . .

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Theme music for broken men:
Hurt - Nine Inch Nails
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ty-bLdf8Bsw

What could have been - Sting
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ph7Mhlgwig8