~ Oh Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Oh we get what we deserve. ~

(Updated: 2017-06-07 - Updated brief description, finally added extended description and music. Forever a work in progress.)

[NB: The player behind this character is the carer of a relative. For the most part, they are free when they are online. If a situation requires them to go AFK, they will do their best to inform you beforehand but on occasion, they may need to disappear urgently - either for a few minutes or much longer. The player hopes you understand their circumstances and thanks you immensely for your patience if the preceding happens.

_____"Just the Cliff Notes, thanks."_____
Gender: Male
Age: Appears to be late forties to early fifties.
Hair: Auburn. Closer examination would find a few grey hairs. (!)
Facial hair: None to a light shadow at most.
Eyes: Blue.
Height: 6 foot, 2 inches. (188cm)
Build: Muscular, taut.
Piercings/tattoos: None visible.
Skin: From a distance, he's got your typical rugged human's skin, possibly mildly sunburnt. Closer examination would show that his skin has very faint but visible crimson red scales forming the sunburnt appearance.
Scars: Immediately visible, he has a noticeable vertical scar resting near his eye, while a smaller diagonal scar resting on his chin.
Scent: Wears a fragrance of sea breeze, lime, mint, amber wood and musk. If applicable to the character, there would be a noticeable hint of smoke - most noticeable during and after a fight.

_______"I have some time to kill. Can you go into a little more detail?"_______

Standing a little over six feet and two inches, the man before you appeared to be your typical herculean warrior - heavily built, strapping, muscular. Studying his face, one could hazard a guess that he was of middle age, his scarred and weathered face betraying the fact with the appearance of crow's feet and expression lines. Of the blemishes that decorated his face, the two immediately noticeable scars was the large vertical scar near the side of his face and a smaller but just as angry scar resting on his chin. On rare occasions, he was seen with a beard but more commonly, he was observed with light stubble - his thick reddish-brown hair dishevelled, yet the style appeared intentional rather than out of laziness.

To those who knew before his sudden disappearance, his piercing blue eyes more often than not were seen observing the world with suspicion, his resting expression one of fatigue - as if something was weighing heavily on him. A grim expression on his face whenever by himself helped to strengthen the conclusion of a weary and jaded individual. Among good company or during lighter moments, his demeanour appeared to dramatically change with genuine warmth towards his fellow man - his baritone voice still clinging onto the remnants of a country accent, occasionally drawling as he spoke - a warm and friendly smile offered to almost everyone that he saw or spoke to, particularly new faces.

Despite his protests, he seemed to have a reputation as a sharp dresser. When not in full-plate, his attire typically consisted of a buttoned up shirt of some colour and dark trousers. The man didn't wear any rings of significance on his fingers, although he could be observed wearing a gold pendant necklace - the medallion itself engraved with a right-handed gauntlet. If for any reason his chest, arms or legs were exposed, his sunburnt and weathered skin was littered with scar tissues and burns - chemical, electrical and from frostbite. To anyone who had any medical knowledge or simply had collected their own scars throughout their travels, it was easy to determine the type of challenging and evidentially painful life he had lead - each hypertrophic and atrophic mark telling a particular story - a stabbing, an attack from a creature, a reminder of a battle and so on. His skin maintained a persistent scarlet and weather-beaten complexion, although up close and under careful scrutiny, his skin was made out of minute crimson scales. Perhaps he wasn't entirely human?

Whether in full-plate or in cloth, a scimitar was almost always kept close to his side - the blade shone with a silvery gleam. Fused in the spine of the weapon was a celestial sapphire, the vivid blue gem glowing with an inner light and radiance - the blade well maintained and polished, it was clear that the man deeply treasured the weapon. In addition, a mundane dagger would be found close to his hip, a reserve weapon if the situation called for it.

__"That's... quite a bit. Say, got anything I can listen to while I read this?"
Sure. Here's some songs and some links - in one way or another, they've felt relevant to Aley's story.
* Kaleo, "Way Down We Go" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYFJh2sVqKQ
* Shawn James, "Through The Valley" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsq3_smqDTc
* Foals, "Spanish Sahara" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prGptG5Ex1g
* Graeme Revell & Robert Rodriguez, "Marv" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIu1wYR5geU

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-- Still a work in progress, best to send a message to discuss what you have in mind --
Whites: Casual conversations, meeting new people and creating new stories, debates & philosophy.
Greens: Conflict, romance.
Yellows: ERP as a whole - as a matter of personal preference, I do prefer scenes fading to black but will occasionally RP scenes out. Preferences lean towards 'vanilla'/romance - best to send a message beforehand to see if I can commit the time or if there's any questions about kinks.
Reds: Bathroom antics. Quite possibly more.

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