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Name: Mavrick Elderes
Pronounced: May-v-rick Elder-ez
Nickname: Maven
Pronounced: May-vin
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Race: Human
Height: 6'4
Weight: 223lbs
Homeland: Ludor
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Descriptive Appearance
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Maven was a younger fellow, late twenties possibly; but the number of nicks and scars upon his sun kissed flesh said otherwise. His weathered skin showed years of experience, despite his youthful age. Dawning into his prime, the man was an athlete for sure, sporting sizeable toned muscles across every length of his perfectly proportioned, contoured form. For someone of his age, he possessed a poised and calculated grace, each step sure footed, each movement like water from a cup. His body was a tool, a weapon even, and he was in full control of his 6'4, 223lb frame. Beneath the hood, that stare. It was so perverse and calculated how it read. His brilliant, almost capturing ocean-blue eyes sunk into yours, neither piercing or reserved. All cards were on the table in his thoughtful stare, like a pane of glass being the only barrier to the cog works of his mind. That being said; his gaze was collective, taking easy measures of your own inner workings just as hungrily as a lion would claim it's feast. If the hood is to be removed, as expected, his hair was a tangled mess of bed head, shot off in an effortlessly fashionable angle to the left. The bushy brown mop was always kept clean enough despite his unsightly appearance to some, even smelt abit of oranges. His rough, rigid face outlined with bags of missed sleep. The man stands tall regardless, with stubborn purpose. Always seeming to carry a wide, honest grin. An ever pleased side kicked smirk due to his fruitful life. Angular and youthful in appearance, this man's face was shaped handsomely and worn with constant happy-go-lucky expressions. However, there was some sort of social awkwardness about him, as though he hadn't spent a great deal of time with others. Worn leathers and aged cloth. Maven seemed to have strolled right out of some nearby gutter, a slum dog for sure. Each piece was unique though, likely having been damaged and re-fitted to further display of a rag-tag warrior. Regardless, somehow he managed to keep it all in practical, fuctional order.
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As for the lights, i'm kind of an improv player. I'll gladly go with the flow, but don't expect me to go along with everything. I'm fairly spontaneous and whacky with my roleplay, but i'm not all about that freaky shit. I'm extremely tell-friendly, so feel free to message. But as far as me reacting to Roleplay, i'm just in it for the entertainment. I'll very rarely rely on dice rolls, and merely just go with it. I'm not here to prove myself, nor get my freak on. Whatever happens, happens. Just keep it to the server rules, and hang back on the excessive BDSM, i guess.