" Death, is not to be seen as something to be feared, but another part of the journey. "

[Details]

Name: Adekin Wolfe
(Add-Eh-Kin)

Appearance:

A shady figure stands beneath a dim, sullen lamp light. His rough rigid face outlined with bags of missed sleep. The man stands tall regardless, with stubborn purpose.

Face:

This young man always seemed 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.

Hair:

As expected, Wolfe's hair was a tangled mess of bed head, shot off in an effortlessly fashionable angle to the left. The raven black mop was always kept clean enough despite his unsightly appearance to some, even smelt abit of oranges.

Eyes:

That stare. It was so perverse and calculated how it read. His brilliant dark, chocolate eyes surrounded by silver flecks, 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 wolf would claim it's feast.

Skin:

Wolfe was a younger fellow, early twenties is the common assumption; but the numberof nicks and scars upon his sun kissed flesh said otherwise. His weathered skin showed years of experience, despite his youthful age.

Body\Build:

Wolfe, a younger male 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 6'3, 223lb frame.

Attire:

Worn metal and rusted chain. Wolfe 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 Wolfe managed to keep it all in practical, functional order.

Jewelry:

The only jewlery on Wolfe would be a few piercings in his left ear, aswell as a thin, weathered rope around his neck. Hanging from the rope would be a small, scarred pendant. Despite the condition, it can still be recognized as a small leaf symbol. When standing idle, he's more then often seen holding the pendant within the grip of his hand, even when still hung around his neck, never revealing it's purpose.

Traits:
-Optimistic
-Witty
-Sincere & Sarcastic
-Problem Solver
-Reliable