Name: Kalim al-Sahim
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Balanced to height and muscle mass.
Build: Toned. Agile. Athletic.
Complexion: Loved by the sun.
Eyes: Golden multi-layered with a ember which produces a fiery depth. Intense with focus.
Hair: Dusky dark like smoke. Always so soft and aligned. Presentation is of obvious awareness.
Scent: Subtle spices of a smooth blend that lingers gently within the nostrils, not overpowering. Fades from the air as shortly after he does.

The sand stings against the flesh as it is whipped upon the body, deep in the bowels of a thick sandstorm, the desert hungers. Through the ethereal cascade of hot dust, arises a man undeterred by the obstacles of the harsh environment thrown upon him. This man sees the path ahead, a clearing of fated steps, each one precise in tempo that demonstrates a graceful familiarity and patience tracking through the unevenness spread across the horizon.

Upon closer contact, the first set of features that linger would be that fine-cooked skin complexion, a man who has made love to the goddess of the sunlight above, keeping her kiss to that mortal flesh. A bronzed basking of delight. The figure of disciplined traveling. His frame gives the impression of a sturdy individual, an athletic lifestyle that seems constantly kept in form, his body not over burdened by bulging muscles but rather expertly sculpted to the essentials of both work and combat.

His face, garners a lasting impression of flavorful appeal- His visage may not be for everyone's fancy though, his dark features kept contained in a fine tuned beard, carefully carved and maintained upon his face, obsidian hair that is short and loose to the wind but kept steady in maintenance. Everything is precise, but not out of vanity or obsessive compulsive.. it feels more like a carefully measured efficiency.

Then there are those eyes. Golden orbs with multi-layered depths, a bottomless treasure that pulls those that drift too deeply into them, smothering with the overwhelming focus returned to you within. There is a mixture of amber, a complicated interplay between the two colors that seem to work both with and against one another in a potent mixture that swirls periodically- Or at least that's what you might walk away with thinking.

The man's voice is far from a deep bass. There is no gentleness nor roughness. He speaks his mind, and speaks with commitment that tries to reach even the most neglectful auditory caverns. Diplomatic in nature, kindness shed to those that stay on a path of decency, all with a splash of deeply embedded darkness that rarely grows larger than the shadow that walks with him. A fragile partnership, or a mutual understanding to achieve or have achieved something greater in this world of his.

Don't blink or this mirage of a man will be the thirst that chokes you out, deep in the everlasting expanse of shifting sands.