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Hither came Lorcan, the Barbaric Northman, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet- a tall man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs.

Hailing from the dark, cold plains of a distant Mountainous Harsh North Land, Lorcan as a youngling was forced into Slavery while hunting one day, captured by a small band of Slavers; raising Lorcan as a Hard Labour Slave, from pushing the Giant Wheels of Windmills, to chopping down the largest oaks, and pines of the Forest with a single axe. Lorcan was hardly educated besides in heavy, hard, physical labor.

The goal of the Slavers to make the boy Lorcan into a Warrior, and a gladiator.
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Lorcan's eyes were, incongruously, the deep blue color of spring hyacinths.  Pale blue, dreamingly deep, and light at the same time. Massive lashes, and scars lay on his refined, muscular back. The color of his skin a creamy, darkened tan from harsh desert suns. The texture of his skin is somewhat coriaceous and worn, from years upon years of hard, arduous labor. Olive dark, and tanned from the heavy sunlight.

His mouth, calm, severe, contemptuous, was that of an ancient chieftain who could order men to die, and his eyes were such as could watch it. Some would call his facial complex ruggedly fit, and handsomely defined, square-jawed, in a mesomorphic way.

Lorcan's chest is brawny, heavy, and mounded, protruding outwards as he walked. Lorcan's movements were of confidence, long, strides, his fists often cuffed, elbows curled slightly due to the sheer amount of muscles in his upper, and lower extremity.

Lorcan's hair is oftentimes unkept, and wild, going down to his shoulders, or straight back, dark and as black as midnight, with no high moon within the distant stars.

Well over six feet tall, he was built like the fighting machine he was in the wild, pure lean muscle and tensile strength. His black hair brushed his shoulders but there was nothing soft about it. Instead, it hinted at unrestrained passion and the dark hunger of the leopard below the skin … Four jagged lines, reminiscent of the claw marks of some great beast, scored the muted gold of his skin, adoring his upper chest which is always exposed.

His manflesh judging from appearance, something to be as likewise. enormous and bear-sized as Lorcan, a testimonial of manhood.

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