Flowing gold locks wave majestically in the wind, piercing green eyes sparkle as they eye the horizon fiercely. A hulking, broad chest puffs outwards towards the ocean, a soft chest-mane of curly golden hair bathing in the sunlight between the folds of his deep bardic V-neck. An arm rippling with thick, banded muscles curls around the mast. His chiseled, whiskered jaw juts proudly forward as he clenches his pearly white teeth.

A true paragon of manliness, drenched in a buttery goo of flirtatious social graces and good grooming -- a highly ornate lute strapped to the flat of his back, over his broad shoulders.

This is a man that Sune herself would drop her knickers for in a heartbeat -- if only he were a few inches taller.