Erik Falkenheim
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Height: 5' 10"
Eyes: Pale blue/grey Hair: Steel grey with streaks of black A lordly figure of indeterminate age, though best guesses would put him as young as the late thirties. His steel-grey mane would belie youth, with several streaks of the original deep black clinging on among the silver, and more still in his trimmed beard. His features were regal, but not frozen into scowls like so many are. Instead, he had the mark of laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, and expressive brows as much suited to cheer as to glower. If anything, he had an easy, affable manner that didn't seem to suit his clothes or station. He wasn't a tall man, but unquestionably well built, broad shouldered, and clearly not a victim of the sins of sloth or gluttony despite the obvious noble lineage. His skin was a deep tan hue, more from genetics than the sun, but his eyes were light blue trimmed with grey, perceptive under the silvered brows. Casimir's voice was pleasantly deep, a warm and rich baritone rumble that often sounded like there was a smile behind it. His clothes were chosen in a military cut, though with a flair for the fashionable. Nonetheless, nothing he wore subverted practicality, and he made even the simpler garments look well on him. Nothing looked too formal on him, all worn easily and comfortably. The most interesting thing he'd tend to wear would be his armor, a set of silver plate of interesting make and sublime craftsmanship. It came with a decorated visor helm and a blue cloak, the whole ensemble apparently a magic beckon call away from being on his form. Rather than be weighed down by the mass of odd, painted metal, he moved quicker in it, more fluidly, as if it were a second skin. Sapphire-like gems were set in under the surface of some of the plates, the glow on them dull. Were the armor to acquire damage, spidery cracks in the surface would leak a wispy, white mist. Interestingly, it'd come with no blade, the armor itself weaponized to his purposes. //OOC: The usuals. No dicks, of one variety or the other. Tell friendly, rp friendlier! //The portrait shows just the armor, his appearance IG is rather accurate though. |
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Player: | Et Tu Brute |
Gender (Visually): | Male |
Race (Visually): | Human |