Synon Siema. "Syn", for short. A relatively tall male, standing at approximately 6'4'' - his hands constantly tucked into pockets or other areas that things can be tucked into. Soft, puddle-like blue eyes that examine everything around him. Vaguely drawn magical runes carved into his arms, looking vaguely like long-faded tattoos unless he was presently casting - in which case, they glowed, their true nature as directing the flow of his magic revealed.

Sunkissed, tan skin. A frame that showed that he was a wanderer - long, almost willowly legs, a fairly sizably stride. Soft-looking, yet occasioanlly cracked in imperfections, lips that were either haunting the space that showed ever-lingering moments of apathy, or at the best of times, a tiny smirk. Long fingertips that seemed suitable for instruments as much as they seemed suitable for wild gesticulations as casting.

A personality that seemed calculating, yet snarky and disapproving of all that surrounded him. In other words, a bit of an asshole.

Accurate enough.

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